Mad Maggie II

How Fabulous & Stabbed In the Throat

Joe's POV

"Joe, can you hand me that towel? My mirror is drying up and I need to wipe this soap off." Tricia asks as she gently cleans her small desk mirror she brought over to my apartment. It's a Wednesday night and we usually hang out together at the time, doing whatever we want. Tonight, we're cleaning our makeup products and supplies. 

"Here ya go." I toss her a small, clean towel before getting back to my dirty makeup brushes. I dip a eyeshadow brush into a small bowl of warm water with soap and spin it around, watching all the old makeup melting away from the brush into the water. 

"I'm done with your pocket knife, want it back?" Tricia asks me. I quickly tap the brush before setting it down on a paper towel on the desk.

"Yeah sure, just toss it to me." I hold out my hands. Tricia tosses the folded knife at me and I skillfully catch it before it could fall onto the floor. It's a switchblade with a black ivory handle, a gift from my dad who wants me to have some protection wherever I am. I check the blade to be sure that it's clean - Tricia uses it to sharpen her eyeliner pencils. Once I checked, I wipe the blade once more before putting it onto the desk. I look over to Tricia, cleaning her makeup stuff on my bed. I notice she's rubbing her makeup brush back and forth on her little makeup brush cleaning mat when she's supposed to do it in a circular motion. 

"I think you're supposed to do it on a circular motion, not back and forth." I suggest as I gently pat the brush on the paper towel. Tricia makes a soft gasping noise as she realizes her mistake.

"Oh, right. Thanks, Joe." Tricia nods and applies a little more soap onto the mat. I chuckle as I settle the clean brush down onto my desk when my phone rings. At first, I thought it was my boyfriend who lives in Florida at first, but I soon realizes it's my ex girlfriend, Jane. 

Aw fuck, I forgot to block her number. I have blocked her on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, mostly every social media I can find...I forgot her fucking phone number!

I sigh deeply as I pick up my phone and click on it. I should've let it go to voicemail, but I want to give Jane a piece of my mind about this.

"What?" I snap in the phone. 

"Heyyyyy handsome." Jane coos. Hearing her voice makes me gag and cringe at the same time, not to mention she sounds a bit drunk. I heavily roll my eyes as I growl, "What the fuck do you want, Jane?"

"Oh, don't be such a grumpy bear!" Jane giggles, hiccuping at the end of the sentence. I roll my eyes again, almost ready to groan out loud. Jane, while she may be a nice girl and all, she's very annoying and she can get jealous easily whenever I talk to another girl. She also had no clue about me being gay and all that, and she's so dumb. 

"I don't want to talk to you again. Period." I pat my wet makeup brush with a paper towel before gently putting it down on my desk. Tricia gets up as she puts her cleaning mat down on the chair she was sitting on and whispers to me, "Hey, I'll be back. I forgot my eyeliner in my apartment!" 

"Go right ahead, I'm not going anywhere. Stay safe, Tricia." I hiss quietly. Tricia grabs my apartment key as she grabs her own before heading out of the door. She locks it behind her and then walks down the hallway. 

"Who are you talking to?" Jane asks me, curious with a hint of jealousy in her voice. I snap, "A friend of mine. Don't even bother with it, we're not dating anymore!" 

"Joe, I still love you!" Jane whimpers at me, getting desperate. 

"And I hate you." I growl at her as I fidget around with my switchblade in my free hand, switching the blade in and out, over and over again. Man, I wish I can actually kill Jane if murder is legal.