Another Day

Chapter 22

“You BASTARD!” I screamed.

Danny scrambled to his feet, trying to pull his pants back up. The bird on the couch just looked at me with wide eyes.

“I can explain.” He sputtered. I’d never seen Danny flustered before, but this was as close as it got. It didn’t fit him. That only made me angrier-if that was at all, possible.

“There’s no need!” I shouted. “I think I can see what’s going on here.”

“Look Donna-”

“SHUT. UP.” I screeched. I thrust my finger at the half naked girl. “And you! Get some bloody clothes on! No one with a brain wants to see that!”

Danny moved farther from her and came towards me. “Come on Donna that’s a bit uncalled for.”

“Don’t!” I roared “Don’t you dare come near me.” He ignored me and came closer. I did what I had wanted to do since that night in the diner; I hit him. Slapped him so hard it hurt my hand and his head jerked to the side. I was wildly pleased to see a hand print stinging on his cheek.

“Fuck you Danny!” I spit “Plenty of that’s going on anyway!” I looked at the bird still sitting stunned on the couch. She wasn’t even very pretty.

“What the bloody hell are you still doing here? Get your arse out of my apartment!” I screamed. She jumped to her feet and scurried out, slamming the door shut behind her. I had to resist the urge to rip all of her hair out as she passed me.

Hatred was spewing from every pore on my body as I looked at Danny. I was furious, beyond tears, beyond hitting; I wanted to set him on fire. I wanted to scream until I made his ears bleed.

“Is this why you wanted me to call before I left the hospital; is THIS what you’ve been doing on all those trips with your art?” I didn’t give him time to answer. “I gave you everything. I waited months here alone while you skipped off around the world because ‘travelling wasn’t for fragile women’. I loved you for two fucking years, and then I get stabbed-stabbed-and you lie to me and don’t come see me because you’re busy fucking some other bird. Did you ever care for me Danny? Or was I nothing but a regular to you? You know what, don’t answer that, I don’t care. You’re nothing but a liar and a cheater!” I was screaming now, red-faced, spit-flying, screaming.

It only made him angry, but I didn’t care. So when he grabbed my wrist and shoved me back I wasn’t scared. I wanted him to hit me so I would have an excuse to beat him to death. I remembered the baseball bat I kept in my room just in case. I stumbled though when he pushed me off, so my ranting was interrupted by his yell.

“Listen you aren’t any innocent flower yourself Donna! I come back here after two months of being gone and find out you’ve been out with-with…pop stars no less!”

I laughed, outright laughed. This was not how I envisioned telling him about sleeping with George, but then again I never thought he would cheat on me.

“You don’t know the half of it, honey.” I smiled evilly at his confused expression and laughed again. “I was torturing myself, scared to death about how to tell you, wondering what you would think of me, but now we’re even I guess.”

“What are you talking about?” He growled.

“I’m talking about I didn’t just kiss George, I had sex with him, Danny!”

For a moment he looked so angry and his face turned so red I thought he was going to explode. He came towards me and I didn’t shrink back at all. He raised his hand to hit me, but I swung my foot out and caught him in the pants. He fell to his knees in front of me groaning, his eyes squeezed shut.