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"I can't fucking believe you!"
The occupants of the Motel 6 were used to the yelling that came from room 232.
"Oh, go fuck yourself!"
And the throwing.
"I'm fucking leaving!"
And the door slamming as one of the two occupants fled the scene.
The last screaming match between the two girls in room 232 had ended with Rachel leaving the room, only to come back in a few hours. The one before that had ended in loud make-up sex and complaints to management from the other tenants.
As they could see from spying out of their windows, this argument ended with Dia Forbes storming off with only a small bag and the clothes on her back. And with a shocking twist, Rachel Manzano came out after her.
"Dia! It's not what it looks like!" Rachel ran to the stairs after girlfriend, a pleading look on her face.
Halfway down the stairs, Dia turned around. The nosy neighbors could see the fire burning in her eyes and the steam billowing out of her ears. They could tell Rachel had made a big fucking mistake. "It's not what it looks like?! Are you fucking kidding me, Rache? That's all you can fucking come up with?"
Dia wouldn't even let Rachel try and defend herself. She was on a warpath and she wasn't about to let her cheating girlfriend cut in. "'Cause it looked like my girlfriend of two years was fucking our fucking plug!"
"She was just visiting! We fell asleep watching George Lopez, nothing happened!" Rachel tried to explain.
"No one falls asleep watching George Lopez! Just admit that you fucked Ayn!" Dia paused, thinking for a moment, "Or, you know what, don't. I don't care about what fucking lies you manage to come up with. I'm fucking leaving!"
"Dia, please," Rachel begged as Dia turned back around and stormed down the steps. She managed to catch up with her raging girlfriend, gripping her wrist and forcing her to turn back around. "Just let me explain."
Dia eyed the tan hand around her wrist before following the skin up Rachel's arm, across her shoulder, up her neck and landing on her face. Mainly her tear filled eyes. Dia's heart cracked slightly, adding to the collection that had been quickly forming since had returned to her room to see their bed messy and her girlfriend cuddled up with a pantless Ayn.
The tears that Dia had been trying to keep at bay with her anger slowly started to form as she looked into Rachel's pleading eyes.
Those fucking eyes will be the death of me.
And Rachel knew that.
Unfortunately, her big doe eyes that reminded Dia of a little girl back home couldn't distract her from the figure hesitantly leaving room 232.
