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Dull aching boredom befell me. The metaphysical thing clawing at the insides of my skull causing a headache to explode behind my eyes.
I needed to do something, but I sat frozen and numb before my television screen.
Ads played out, silly jingles filling the apartment I owned. I briefly contemplated throwing the device out the window, but a knock on my door interrupted such thoughts.
Standing, I opened the door a crack.
No one was there.
Unlatching the hook, I opened it fully. an old newspaper stood on my welcome-mat. Soon, a high heel followed.
She stepped out from where she stood with her back flush against the adjacent wall. The tip of her shoe nudged the piece of paper on my floor as she shoved her way inside. Quite the ironic metaphore.
The scent of smoke billowed in her wake. Her normal scent of hibiscus's placed on pause.
I felt my muscles coil, but I shut the door with calm.
"What are you doing here?"
She made herself comfortable on my couch, legs tucked up under her. Her shoes still on as she trekked outside inside. I felt myself cringe but something within me unwound, unravelled.
Her eyes lifted to me, head tilted sideways, "You wanted me here."
"Leave."
"Open the door."
I groaned and closed my eyes. She was impossible. When I opened them again, she was stood before me, her gaze drinking in my soul like soup.
"You're pathetic."
She shoved past me on her way to the kitchen, or wherever. My balance shook, and I grabbed her arm for stability.
She turned back, halted.
Her eyes were venom, "How dare you?"
The sharp stinging slap barely had time to register before she was on me. Quick as a whip her legs wrapped around my waist, and I hurried to support her weight. Her arms came up around my neck, fiddling with the hairs at my nape. She was effectivly wrapped around me like a koala.
I pushed her against the nearest wall. Her back colliding with a bang making my thirty-thousand dollar abstract paintings shake. She winced at the impact, her expression worth far more than thirty-thousand.
Her hand came up stinging again, and I ground my teeth to ash in my mouth.
My maw found its way to her neck, and I laid my tongue on her skin as a warning. Her head tilted back, contented purrs errupting from the act.
As her heel dug into my back, I felt something click. An epiphany.
I dropped her to the floor and she welped like a kicked puppy.
I had to get out.
I made a move to grab my Louis Vuitton trenchcoat and the next thing I conciously remember, I was sat in the back of a taxi.
