I couldn't believe my eyes, when I reached that room. Tyler was sitting on a table, and Eric was right next to him kissing him on the lips giggling and laughing.
When Eric had saw that I was watching he stopped kissing Tim and acknowledged me immediately. He said," Carly what..What are y-" " Why are you kissing my Ex-Boyfriend?" I said cutting him off.
The only thing that Eric could do was look at me with so much guilt. Tim on the other hand looked at me with devilish eyes and a grin and said," how does it feel to be on the other side of the stick, bitch?"
Once he said that all the anger inside of me built up and I did something that I thought I would never do, I stood up. Eric looked at me & whispered," but..but.. The Xileophilidophine? It's supposed to leave your legs paralyzed for at least another 2 weeks."
My jaw dropped when I heard that, I couldn't believe everything that was going on in this tiny little room, and to my satisfaction I managed to walk and stand.
I walked over slowly to the both of them and said calmly," no matter how you tried to put me down like a dog I still rise."
Eric was still hesitate to speak, he calmly said," we never had anything special anyways, I mean really... We didn't even go on out first date well I mean..if."
It just made me boil how nonchalant the both of them were about this situation. I continued," do you have any clue how bad I wanted to ask you out even though I just met you today? After dealing with this Clown, I wasn't hesitant to move on, and Tim you hurt me like no man has even had, you have this type of attitude that what you did wasn't serious but if it wasn't serious trust and believe that I sure wouldn't want to be in a hospital."
I let that sink in and then continued," Eric you have no excuse why you are kissing the man who nearly slaughtered everyone in the hospital." " he "nearly" killed everybody." Eric said interrupting me.
I thought this whole situation just was mind boggling, I couldn't take it and I was so overwhelmed that I did something that would make my life a whole lot better. I punched Tim right in the jaw leaving unconscious on the floor.
Eric's jaw had dropped and he sighed heavily and then said," now you and I both know that you could've handled that better." I smirked with his sarcasm but this wasn't a peachy moment, I was still pissed about this whole mess with Tim. I swung on Eric he caught my fist and punched me in the face. I was appalled, I said," a man hitting a woman? How foolish." He swung again, this time I caught his fist and hit him in the nose that sent him crumbling to floor in pain.
While Tim was on the floor his gun was across from him. I reached for his gun and cocked the head of it I felt empowered. As I observed the gun for fingerprints & blood, when a force of sharp pain struck my back. It was needle, the only thing I could remember was falling onto Tim & Eric's body hearing faint laughing coming from behind me.
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A Living Fancy
ActionMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.