𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟

Swerving into the driveway, Genny unbuckled her seatbelt and gathered her belongings.

"It's a bit more daunting being back here," she slipped her hair band off.

"The best way to handle a tense situation with my experience is one with alcohol," he plopped another can onto her lap. "And two, humour but a little angel's dust could also do the trick." He winked.

"Thanks,"she fiddled with the can in her hands. "For everything so far."

"It was my pleasure sugar," he saluted.

"I might as well take another sip, just for luck," she swung her back taking a swig.

"It seems I'm already rubbing off on y'a,"he took the can from her hands following after with a swig for himself.

"Bye T," she giggled slamming the door.

"Toodles sweet cheeks,"he waved her off as she entered the apartment block. As he was about to drive off his phone rang.

SUGAR TITS

"Bastard," he muttered under his breath, pulling the phone towards his ear.

Meanwhile, Genevieve was approaching her apartment door. As the door clicked open she was immediately welcomed with the sickening smell of booze.

"What the hell?" She fanned the air.

"Did you have fun? Did you enjoy running off like that?" Seated in the couch still in yesterday's clothes was Johnathan. "Did you enjoy it all Genny?"

"I am not doing this so early in the morning," she strode past the drunken bastard. Pulling a suitcase out from the under the bed, she plopped it down on the mattress. As she scooped handfuls of her clothes dropping them in, the creak of the chair followed by footsteps directed her way.

Leaning on the frame of the wall he watched her as he placed a roll of a cigarette to his lips. "Was it fun ignoring my calls? Making me panic?"

"Did you not do the same thing?" She replied cooly.

"So was it payback? Revenge?"He chuckled lighting the roll. Ignoring him she pulled open the draws stuffing the things in the pockets of the suitcase. "Or are you acting like this cause of the guy that dropped you off?"

Keeping demeanour she began to hurriedly stuff the suitcase, zipping up the case before dropping it down and barging past the cheat. "Is it the gym guy? A patient? A old friend?" He called out.

Zooming into the bathroom she plopped all her toiletries into a pocket and paced back into the living room slipping on a coat. "You can't be possibly be thinking of moving? You don't have the funds for it? You won't be able to afford shit?"

"Better than staying with you,"she mumbled.

"I'm the only one you can stay with? No man's gonna take you serious with those looks," he shook his head in laughter. "You think your all that because one man gave you the chance?"

"What about you?" She twirled round with quickness.

"Excuse me?" He blew a puff of smoke.

"You heard me." She turned her full body towards him. "You must be stuck in delusion because last time I checked you've gained more than me."

"Oh? Is that how it is?" He pocked his tongue at the side of his cheek.

"It's exactly how it is! You walk around here putting down my looks, as if your Brad Pitt himself," she crossed her arms. "When the only reason those girls in the office go for you is to get an easy ladder up to a higher wage."

"And you think that guy downstairs actually cares about you?" He folded his arms.

"He has more care than you! You're a literal joke compared to him. You think you're so great when no one thinks your funny," she snorted. "You can say all you want my looks but at the end of the day you've left college with not a single friend. You know why? Because you are nothing but an asshole."

His eyes gleamed with fury a smug grin slipped on Gen's face as she watched the tiny man crack.
"You know it deep down inside too?" She added the fuel to the fire.

"You're a real bitch," he chuckled dropping the cigarette to the floor. "You've gotten real cocky."

Trevor was finishing up his call ready to put his hand on the wheel when a scream came from an apartment above. Propping up the brunet abruptly dropped the call running off to the damsel in distress above.

Barging the door open, the room was like a murder scene in a documentary. Shattered glass, fallen pillows with bottles of beer decorated round. Straddling over Genevieve, his hands securely wrapped round her neck as she struggled beneath his weight. Her cheeks flushed brightly red with mixes of purple.

Running up the brunet kicked Johnathan off, pulling her backwards. "What the fuck are you doing?" He pulled a gun out pointed at the sniffling bastard.

"I d-didn't mean to," he stuttered.

"Well after she died were you gonna fucking apologise?"he yelled.

Genny held her bruised throat coughing as she screwed her eyes shut. "Your lucky I'm not beating your face in," he warned returning back to Genny's side. Slipping his arm under as he brought her to her feet,aiding her out the apartment before taking the suitcase. Leaving Johnathan alone as he stared down at his trembling hands.