Tiny Glowing Screens

4

A fire filled within my body. The rage I felt at this moment was beyond anything I have felt before. I walked into our room, put on a tight black dress and did my makeup. I made my hair look good then grabbed my wallet, phone and keys, walking out to my car. 

My Ford Fusion started quietly as I pulled out of my driveway. I drove straight to Jay's house. How dare that bitch pick up MY boyfriend at MY house. The nerve of this bitch! I whip into Jay's driveway and slam my car door shut, my keys in hand. As I walk past the junkies car, I let my key drag against the paint. Looking at the prominent white streak across the side of the black car, I banged on the front door to Jay's house. 

Soon, Jay opened the door. "Oh, hey Lindsii." 

I pushed him to the side and walked into his living room. There, I saw the blonde tramp curled up around Colson. The fire within burned brighter, my jaw tensing as I grabbed the mess of blonde hair. I yanked hard, pulling her off the couch from behind. "YOU DUMB BITCH!" 

My fist slammed repeatedly into the makeup covered face beneath me. The rage within my soul lashing out on the tramp under me. Suddenly, I was pulled off the sobbing girl by a strong arm. "Knock it off Lindsii. You're going to kill her!" Cole screamed. 

I whip around as my hand leaves a huge stinging print on Cole's cheek. "That was my plan asshole. Don't bother coming home tonight. Say here with your whore. I won't be there anyway. I'll drop off all your shit here tomorrow. Have a nice life." 

I look in Cole's blue eyes once more and kick the whore at my feet one more time. Jay looks at me with wide eyes. My eyes flick up and down, seeing how attractive he really was. 

As I walked outside, Cole ran outside behind me. "Can't we talk about this, Linds?" 

I got in my car and rolled down my window. "Nope, I know what I saw. I'm not taking back a cheater. The house is locked and I have your keys. If you break in, I will make sure to notify the police and by the looks of that arm, I imagine you don't want that. Just couldn't give up the shit for me, could you? Well, now it has finally bit you in the ass Colson. Next time I see you sleeping on a bench outside of the market, I'll make sure to give you a loving middle finger and a big fat 'I told you so'." 

Colson looks down at his arm and covers the track marks. "Okay, I guess see you around," he replied, his voice cracking as tears ran down his face. 

"You too, junkie. Your shit will be here by tomorrow. Maybe you can sell all of the expensive shit for some more heroin. That seems like something you and that whore can bond over," I said. "Don't drag Jay into your dirty shit. He's actually a good guy. He doesn't deserve that." 

Colson had tears running down his face. "Okay. Bye, Lindsii." 

"Bye!" I pulled out of Jay's driveway, heading toward the bar. 

I needed a drink, that's how stressed I was. I was more pissed off than anything. Colson cheated on me with a fucking junkie. Luckily, I was in good with the local bartenders, mostly because I was their weed dealer for awhile, so I can get drinks being underage. 

I pulled into Ducky's, the local bar, and cut my engine. With my wallet, keys, and phone in hand, I walked into the bar confidently. As I opened the door, I put my keys in my wallet and earned several stares from men and women. Al the bartender greeted me happily. "Lindsii! Long time no see. Where's Colson?" he asked. 

"Just caught him cheating on me. Beat the shit out of the girl and smacked the fuck out of him, adding the finishing touches by destroying him mentally," I explained. 

" 'Atta girl. I taught you well," he said, bumping fists with me. "What can I get you?" 

"Jack on the rocks, please," I said, laying down a dollar on the counter. 

Al slid the bill back to me. "Tonight is on the house, sweetheart. You've had a pretty shitty night. But, you know the rules, I need your keys." 

I got my keys out, handing them to Al. He put them on a hook and labelled them as mine. I took a drink, the unfamiliar fire filling my throat. In some ways, the fire felt similar to the same fire I felt within a few minutes ago. 

I was a few drinks down when men finally started approaching me, explaining how "they would never do me wrong" and how "I deserve better than that." I was going through another story about how "I would be so much better with him," when the bar door opened. 

That's when I saw him, after three months. George Watsky walked through the doors.