It all came down to this

I'm at work on a saturday morning because there's a software release and the lowly grad has to cover it. I LOVE my job. Anyway, back to where I left off

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I rubbed my chest where she'd poked me with her acrylics as the phone rang. She was definitely more upset this time. Unsurprisingly,


Hi, you've reached Kimberly's phone. I'm not available to pick up right now, but leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you. Thanks! in her singsong tone


Please leave a message after....I hung up, I hate answering machines. I quickly rapped out a text


You left your scarf, let me know how you want to get it. She always left something.

A few hours later, I got a reply I'll come pick it up tonight, along with the rest of my stuff. And then I'll leave you to live your life.
Fine, be there at 8.
FINE! She always had to have the last word.


She turned up that night looking a vision. She was two hours late (a good sign). She had obviously spent the afternoon getting her hair done(another good sign), and as she walked in, eau de Cartier once again invaded my nostrils(i chuckled inwardly). The funnel neck trench coat she wore hugged her svelte figure a little too well. I wanted to grab her and ravage her right there in the doorway, but I held back; It all came down to this, and timing was everything.


You changed your hair?
No, it's shapeshifting, what do you think?
Yup, timing was everything. Listen, I dont want to fight again, get your stuff and leave.
That's what I'm trying to do, if you would just shut up.


I thought "What, bitch?" I said nothing. I sat in my chair and looked for updates on my facebook page while she huffed and puffed around my room, gathering her stuff. I could feel her eyes burning holes in my back. Fifteen minutes later, she was done.


Have a nice life, she said as I held the door open for her. I grabbed her wrist.
Dont go. I'm sorry.
Let go of my arm, Scribbles.
Not until we talk .

She went mad. She tried to extricate her wrist from my grasp, it wasn't happening. So she began pummelling me with the other fist. I grabbed that one too. Then she headbutted me in the chest repeatedly.

I pushed her into the wall, both wrists clamped behind her back with one hand, the other hand cradling her face. There were tears running down her cheeks.

I'm sorry. Please stay...let's work this out.
You're an asshole.
I know.
You're an inconsiderate, self- absorbed, egotistical asshole.
I know. I'm sorry...
Punish me

I undid the buttons on her trench coat and let it fall to the ground. There was nothing underneath but skin.
Like I said, she was an actress, a darned good one.

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I should point out, I'm at work today...with nothing to do. I'm here just in case they need me. But they probably won't..so i'm bored. I'm stalking each and everyone of your blogs today. Please update. Or I'll go crazy...you guys dont want me to go crazy do you? DO YOU?

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