Addicted

Chapter 36

Camilla-

I give Marshall a tight smile and sit down on the edge of his leather sofa, crossing my legs.

"Yes?" I ask him.

He leans back in his chair, his legs crossed, posing his pencil in the air. It's like the movie Girl Interrupted, I am Winona and Marshall in my therapist.  Actually, based on my life right now, I'm probably Lisa. 

"So," He says, " I went out to breakfast with the girls . . . "

I nod. "How was it?"

He stops and just looks at me and says carefully, " It was . . . okay."

"I'm sorry it wasn't, uh, better." I tell him.

"Thanks." He says formally

Why is he acting like this?

"So, why do you want to talk to me?" I ask, fiddling with my skirt.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "listen ,Camilla, (Camilla?) breakfast wasn't good, in fact it was fucking awful."

I flinch, like his swearing hurts me. " Why?"

He takes a deep breath exhales. "Camilla, every since we started dating, my girls have hated me. Well, not hated me, but they aren't really for it."

The girls? Whitney loves me and Laney is fine with it, it's only . . . 

Hailie.

Hai Hai.

Because she's a spoiled girl that has to get whatever she wants. Because she thinks that Kim and Marshall will get back together for the third time, and because she doesn't want Marshall to give me the attention he does give me, she wants it all.

In fact, she's a little Kim.

A fucking little Kim.

" You mean, Hailie?" I tell him.

His eyes go dark, "What?" He puts his hands on his seat, ready to through hands. 

I get up and make my way to the door. I put my hand on the knob, but then whip myself so i face him. 

"Listen Marshall, you know it's just Hailie. Whitney adores me and Laney is cool with it and just because Hailie doesn't want you to do stuff, you don't do it. God damn is Hailie didn't want you to save yourself from a burning fire, you wouldn't do it and you know it. I know kids come first Marshall, but even before your own happiness? will it make you happy to break up with me? Huh, or  was I just some fucking sex toy and then bam your done with me?"

He opens his mouth, but I cut him off.

"Thinks about it Marshall." I say and I storm out, walking back to my studio.