The Make-Up Artist: Part 2

Chapter Thirty Nine: A Bit of a Mess

Several emotions cross over Taron's face in the moments after you've come clean about everything that's happened in the last few months. Confusion, sadness, surprise, shock, irritation, indignation and finally what is unmistakably, anger. He scoots abruptly from his chair which makes a loud scraping noise across the hard tiled floor and you jump slightly in response. He paces around to the back of the chair and grips it tightly with his hands, his knuckles turning white. Oh no... Staring fiercely into your eyes, you feel as though you might melt into a puddle right here on the floor from the death glare he's aiming at you. But you figure you deserve the wrath he's about to lay upon you, so you sit back and brace yourself for whatever he has to say. After what feels like an eternity of a silent staring match between the two of you, he closes his eyes, re-opens them, then finally decides to address you.

"Let me get this straight", he says through gritted teeth. "You let something a complete stranger said to you in JULY come between us for MONTHS?!!? Are you actually insane???" You think he's going to let you respond but he keeps going. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you talk to me about it instead of deciding on your own that we were just done? Don't you respect me at all?? Do you think I'm that stupid that I just wouldn't get it? You had to lie to my face all this time for something that doesn't even make one bit of sense? What the hell is the matter with you? Why have you always tried to sabotage our relationship? From DAY ONE?!?"

Embarrassed and humiliated by his candid words, you feel the need to defend yourself through retaliation. Not taking too much time to think about your words before they escape your mouth you answer with, "Hey I'm not the only one who's screwed up this relationship! You were the one that fucked me when you were still with your girlfriend!" You spit at him and regret the words instantly. You know you've already worked through that with him and that you've moved passed it. The look in his eyes tells you you've hurt him with your biting words but you hold his gaze defiantly, hands on hips, anyway. He looks as though he takes just about as much time with his response that you did with yours as he fires back.

"Yeah? Well you're the one who fucked me right before you broke up with me!" He says just as defiantly. Then as if a light bulb goes off in his head he adds, "And AFTER!" You feel your eyes go wide and face flush hot.

Well, you were just going to let him have it out with you and say what he needed to say, but that last bit has now pissed you off. He should know by now that you would never intentionally hurt him. That right or wrong, everything you've done has been what you thought was best for him, and yourself. Feeling the rage build up inside of you for everything he's just said, for everything that's happened over the last year, for every mistake you've both ever made...your body starts to quake slightly and you scramble to your feet just as suddenly as he did only moments ago. Scanning for anything within arm's reach, you grab a cupcake from the table and hurl it swiftly at his head. You know it's childish, but you're not really thinking clearly at the moment. He brings his hand up to deflect the offending pastry, but it still sideswipes his sharp jaw and he watches in shock as it tumbles to the ground. You feel the urge to giggle, but you suppress it, wanting to hold your ground and wait for whatever is next. You watch Taron as his eyes narrow at you and he clenches his now icing encrusted jaw.

"Did you just throw a cupcake at me?" He asks, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yes, what are you going to do about it?" You ask, challenging him. Dropping his eyes to the table, he scans it just as you did seconds ago and his eyes land on the three tiered dazzling birthday cake. Reaching carefully toward it, he lifts the top tier from the rest of the cake and slides it away, cradling it carefully in one steady hand. His eyes then lift to you in a menacing way and his lips curl into a grinch-like sneer. You take an unsteady step backward, ready to flee at a moment's notice. Putting your hands up in a defensive stance you say, "You wouldn't..."