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tamingthemuseGods, but she could be a bitch! I shifted in the burning hot leather of the passenger seat and tried to cool my raging anger. "Make up your mind already, woman."
Her small hands tighten on the wheel. "Come on, Devon. Calm down, this isn't a big deal. I--"
I cut across her. "What do you mean, this isn't a big deal? It's just the rest of our lives, woman, and I'd personally like to know what's going on with them."
Stop interrupting her, I thought to myself. Isn't that what Dr. Latern would want you to do? Well, damn him this time. "Stop calling me woman," she said. "I do have a name." She sighed and accelerated, the wind whipping her hair as she changed lanes on the busy freeway. "I just don't want to make those kinds of decisions yet."
"We're not exactly young, you know," I said. "I'm going gray already."
"Prematurely gray," she replied in a tired tone. "And I'm two years younger than you. I have time. You're the one with the age problem."
I remained silent, fuming. She was right, of course. I just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit that I could be vulnerable and, as Latern said, co-dependent. "Let's go home," I muttered. "Damn your mother, bringing up all that shit about the wedding and all."
That was what did it. She pulled off the road, just crossed an entire lane of traffic and ran into the dusty shoulder, kicking up orange fumes as the wheels spun for purchase. "Christ!" I shrilled. "What the fuck, Nicole?"
She threw the car into park so violently I was sure the clutch would break. Next thing I knew, she'd delivered a stinging slap to my left cheek. "Never," she said, panting, her green eyes crazed, "never insult my mother. Get out of the car, or I will make you."
"Nicole!" I protested. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I forgot, I swear, I'm sorry." I raised my hand to my reddened left cheek. She had never hit me before. Ow. That had actually hurt. Shocker. Who knew she could fight?
She threw open my door. "Get the fuck out of this car, Devon." The press of my back into the sweaty leather, and my shirt clung to it as I fumbled my way onto the patchy grass embankment. I had to peel it away, and then it stuck to my wet back, uncomfortably close.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I shouted at her. She threw my cell phone out at me, and it bounced to my feet. Damn. It probably didn't even work anymore.
"Find your own way back, and don't expect me to be there when you get there," she replied, slammed the door shut, and revved the engine. The tires kicked up dirt onto my white shirt, a mark of humiliation as she drove off into the angry red sunset alone, a one-woman vendetta on a street straight to hell.
Title:Her small hands tighten on the wheel. "Come on, Devon. Calm down, this isn't a big deal. I--"
I cut across her. "What do you mean, this isn't a big deal? It's just the rest of our lives, woman, and I'd personally like to know what's going on with them."
Stop interrupting her, I thought to myself. Isn't that what Dr. Latern would want you to do? Well, damn him this time. "Stop calling me woman," she said. "I do have a name." She sighed and accelerated, the wind whipping her hair as she changed lanes on the busy freeway. "I just don't want to make those kinds of decisions yet."
"We're not exactly young, you know," I said. "I'm going gray already."
"Prematurely gray," she replied in a tired tone. "And I'm two years younger than you. I have time. You're the one with the age problem."
I remained silent, fuming. She was right, of course. I just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit that I could be vulnerable and, as Latern said, co-dependent. "Let's go home," I muttered. "Damn your mother, bringing up all that shit about the wedding and all."
That was what did it. She pulled off the road, just crossed an entire lane of traffic and ran into the dusty shoulder, kicking up orange fumes as the wheels spun for purchase. "Christ!" I shrilled. "What the fuck, Nicole?"
She threw the car into park so violently I was sure the clutch would break. Next thing I knew, she'd delivered a stinging slap to my left cheek. "Never," she said, panting, her green eyes crazed, "never insult my mother. Get out of the car, or I will make you."
"Nicole!" I protested. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I forgot, I swear, I'm sorry." I raised my hand to my reddened left cheek. She had never hit me before. Ow. That had actually hurt. Shocker. Who knew she could fight?
She threw open my door. "Get the fuck out of this car, Devon." The press of my back into the sweaty leather, and my shirt clung to it as I fumbled my way onto the patchy grass embankment. I had to peel it away, and then it stuck to my wet back, uncomfortably close.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I shouted at her. She threw my cell phone out at me, and it bounced to my feet. Damn. It probably didn't even work anymore.
"Find your own way back, and don't expect me to be there when you get there," she replied, slammed the door shut, and revved the engine. The tires kicked up dirt onto my white shirt, a mark of humiliation as she drove off into the angry red sunset alone, a one-woman vendetta on a street straight to hell.
Crazy Girlfriend
Fandom:
None; original fiction
Prompt:
#89 - Hot Seat
Warnings:
Violence, swearing
Rating:
soft R?
Summary:
Just a little argument between a couple. 500 words exactly.
