"wow, it's the walking barbie."
his words were slurred.
"you've been drinking."
"yeah, I have amber. not everyone can be such a clean cut citizen."
"I'm not perfect either."
he laughed again.
"I heard your parents divorced."
"yeah."
"that sucks."
"yeah it does, but you don't have to be a complete asshole about it."
he reeled back, as if what is just said had been a slap to the face.
"oh, I'm being the asshole? I'm being the asshole? I never did a thing to you, and you just stepped on me like I was nothing. just a peice of shit stuck to the bottom of your shoe."
I winced.
"things changed, robert. you changed."
"yeah, well I couldn't help it."
he paused. his voice softened.
"I could have used somebody, ya know? when you're there for someone for so long, you just kind of expect them to do the same for you."
I looked at the ground, the guilt rising up in me but unwilling to show it.
"I didn't come over here to reminisce. I just wanted to apologize for earlier."
"apologize?" he laughed. "apologize? I don't need your fucking apology."
I started to open my mouth, but stopped.
"my mothers dead, my father's a drunk, you've ignored me for the last six years, and you think you can come waltzing up to my door like some fucking queen and apologize for some stupid little jab?"
I stayed quiet.
"well you can take your apology and shove it up your ass, you stupid bitch, because I don't need it."
he shattered his whiskey bottle onto the sidewalk in front of my feet.
slammed the door in my face.
and it was then that a new kind of anger awoke in me.
