Knock Me Out

Chapter 17

That's Erica ^ you'll read about her in this chapter.

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Before I finished talking he dropped a picture to the table and my eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

What the fuck is this and where did he get than that from?

This must be a joke!!

It's a picture of me,.....but....not me!

The person in the picture looks exactly like me, but I could swear on my life that it's not me. I've never taken that picture and I don't recognize the area in which the picture was taken.

Then who is this?!?

"Who the hell is this and where'd you get it from?"

He looks down at me in my eyes, his hand palms flat on the table.

"I'm talking to you God dammit!"

He sits down in the chair across me.

"Baby that's you"

"You and I both know that this is not fucking me"

"Okay fine, th-that's Erica......that's my wife"

"And why does your wife look exactly like me?"

"How am I supposed to know that? Do I look like God who created her?"

"I really don't have time for your sarcasm, besides this still doesn't explain your unprofessional behavior. Just because I look like your wife, doesn't mean you can abuse me. What if there are more people that look like her, will you do that to all of them because of the fact that they look like your wife?"

°God please let me get angry. Why am I not getting angry?° I pray inwardly, but my anger refuses to show itself causing me to stay as calm as possible.

I hate it when my body and my mind are against one another.

It sucks.

"Look I'm sorry okay. I made a mistake and I know that. I promise I'm not planning on making that same mistake again. You reminded me of her in a way that nobody has ever done and it brought back memories of her. I completely lost control over myself and I couldn't think of what I was doing. Everything about you reminds me of her. The way you easily get irritated just like her, the way never want to listen just like her and look at that. The way you laugh at serious things people say as if what they're saying is funny, like you're doing now. She was just as stubborn as you, always did things how she wanted them and how she thought it was better even when you tell her not to. She liked challenging people just like you. She used to give wrong signals just like you. I admit I don't know you at all, but for the few minutes we've been together I can swear you two don't just look alike, but there's more you have in common"

When he stops talking he looks at me and my head feels so cloudy from all the information I just received.

Like 'what the hell am I hearing?'