Grimm

Accidental death

       It wasn't something that anyone could see coming...

The day started off normal. Mason and I had gotten into another argument about money. Nothing less than usual. We were overdue on rent again and I had blamed it on his addiction to video games, rum, and weed. He denied any such addictions as usual and so I brought up how he lost his job and I was the only one working. Being 18 with a broke, 22-year-old boyfriend with no ambition can really take a toll on your patience. The argument continued with him loudly explaining why he lost his job and that it wasn't his fault. He had no sense of responsibility. So I mentioned that being drunk while working was entirely his choice and yes, it was his own fault he was fired.

Now, Mason never liked being blamed for things even if they were his fault and I couldn't entirely blame him. He grew up an only child always having things handed to him. Hell, the only reason we hadn't been evicted yet was because his mom always saved us. She blamed me for his lack of ambition which I really had nothing to do with. I remember one conversation we had, had gone along the lines of, 

" You don't motivate him!"

To which I responded with, "I'm not his fucking mother!" and stormed out. We hadn't shared a nice word since.

Mason stood up clearly upset with my very true statement and as normal, began to break every dish sitting on our barstool counter. I reacted the exact same as always, screaming at him to stop at the top of my lungs, throwing things at him in hopes of...well, I'm not sure. In all the excitement, I may have picked up a vase and tossed it at his head and once I realized what I may or may not have done, I rushed over to him immediately apologizing as he held his hand on the small wound. As normal, I felt bad and chose to apologize first while cleaning the cut and placing a band-aid over it. He accepted and kissed me, lovingly as he always did. We had problems, too many and yet, I loved him with my entire soul. My whole being existed to love him. It was extremely unhealthy.

Later that day, I decided it was time to get ready for work. As usual, Mason promised that he'd go out looking for a job which I knew was a lie since this wasn't the first time we'd had this argument, but, I smiled at him anyways giving him a passionate kiss before heading out.

Work was busy as it always was. I was a waitress at a popular cafe downtown. A number of customers poured in ordering the same things as always. We served everything from coffee to steak dinners. It was a tough and annoying job with rude customers but, $15 dollars an hour made it worth it. I worked a 10-hour shift with 3 breaks which made life hell but luckily I had my best friend Kylah with me. She helped keep me sane for the most part.

"...Another argument? Really?" Kylah was a feisty red head whose attitude earned her the name fire cracker. She hated Mason to her very core.

"Yeah. I'm used to it honestly. It's not that big of a deal."

"You have to buy new dishes every week... you're telling me that's not a big deal." she put her hand o her hip giving me a death glare.

"It's fine. Like I said, I'm used to it." I continued to scrub tables hoping she'd drop the subject.

"I wish you'd leave him already." she mumbled walking away.

"Omg! Must you be a bitch right now?" I whined.

" Always." she winked. "Anyways, there's a party tonight and I think we should go."

"A party?" I rolled my eyes.

" Yes, bitch. A party and we should go. Meet some guys, drink, dance!"

"No meeting guys for me honey. But I guess having a little fun won't hurt. I'll think about it."