Guilty Pleasure

Tonight (rewritten)

This night was growing worse by the second as we bickered with each other turning into a full fledged argument. It wasn't even me who started it this time, I was simply upset because she wanted to go out tonight and I didn't. It was supposed to be our special night but she insisted that we go hang out with her guy friend Jonathan. She grew tired of me constantly and always put our relationship to the side. This time she was leaving whether I liked it or not.

"But baby, please!" I cried on my knees and clung to her arm as she tried to walk out the door.

"No!" Jay yelled to me. "I am sick of this bullshit relationship." 

"How is our relationship bullshit?" I sobbed. I swear we would be the happiest couple and then suddenly she wants to run off into other things. When I don't get the explanation i want, the truth, we get like this. 

Or at least I do. 

"You're pathetic, I mean look at you," she screeches and pulls her arm away. "You are beet red in the face, nose running, and on your knees crying like a child. Jesus Christ! be a man." With that she walked out the door making sure to slam it. 

"But I'm a woman." I sat on the floor looking at the lines of the hard-wood getting lost in them. It seemed to be the only thing to relax me now, until an idea came to me.  

I lifted my phone reading the clock realizing it was later than I thought. 

I mumbled to myself incoherently and scrolled through my text messages tapping on Ace's name. 

Me: WYD?

While I waited for her to respond, I stood up and got some of my shit together. I placed a cool rag on my face to help with my red eyes and blew my nose. 

I took a glance at myself to see if I looked decent, but saw I looked more beat up than before. 

Ace: Was it the "girlfriend" again? 

Me: Just shut up and get over here

I closed the phone and sat it on the sink. I pulled myself up on the counter and zoned in on my face. Why even get hung up on this bitch? Like... this shit was broken since we got together. 

My lips formed into a line. 

"I need to do better"

"I just said the same thing" A shudder ran down my back when I heard Ace's voice. She came behind me in the mirror with a pondering look, but she knew exactly what was happening. 

"You never knock" I stated.

"Maybe you should start locking your door." He long fingers started from my shoulders and ran down the length of my body until they left me. 

A half-assed laugh left my lips and the tears came back to my eyes. 

"You... are so sensitive, D" She spun me around gently grabbing my head. "Why must my friend cry?"

The tears once again fell down my cheeks in hot streaks as she guided me away to the kitchen. She sat me on a stool and started to cool me off. A cold rag was taken out the freezer and put on my face for my swollen eyes and cheeks.

Ace was always so gentle with me i everything while Jay was abrasive and cold. She never took the time to be affectionate with me or Loving... as she treated me worse than shit. Every other week she would go off on a tangent and then leave me crying on my own. Thats why its become a habit of depending on Ace as a pick up... and Jay hated it.

The feeling was mutual between the two and I did not care because I always had eyes for Ace, but she was my best friend. 

With my face finally cooled, I just sat with my eyes closed as Ace tugged at my buttons taking them apart  until the cool air hit my stomach.