Accident

Prolouge

"I beg your pardon?" Marcellus could not believe what he was hearing. I only glared him at through my sobbing. How could he do this to me? All I ever did was love him. Was. He is no longer apart of my life since he has betrayed me. How dare he play with my feelings as if I was some toy? How dare he come in the middle of the night to tell me this? I slammed my wine glass down, the glass shattering and the wine spilling.

"Are you kidding me? Do you take a liking to men? You actually CARE about those freaks who hate their sex?" I scoff. "You are not the man I fell in love with."

Marcellus shook his head as he started cleaning my mess. "Blanche, you are taking this way out of proportion. Yes, I like men. So what? Those freaks are not freaks. They are still human beings. They may refuse to be the sex they are born with but does not mean that they are freaks. They deserve a chance at rights too. First off, I want you to respect anyone's pronouns like if a male decides to go by they /them. Besides, not all non-binary people-"

I cut him off with a simple screech. "Non-binary?! You made up a name for those mentally ill things?"

"Did you call them things? As I said before, they're humans! You are such a bitch!"

"I'M the bitch? At least I'm not a bloody bugger, or are you the bugged one?" Marcellus turned rouge by my words. Even though he's a fag, I can still make him flustered. The perks of being beautiful I suppose.

He looked at me in disgust. "How could you think of such things? For a lady, you are vulgar."

I laugh at myself. "I'm not a lady you should mess with. If women could fight, you'd be dead in no time." I smirk at him as he rolled his eyes.

"A rich lady like you? Please. You are so dainty and fragile."

"You're mocking me. You are definitely not the man I loved." I turned away from him. He is a disgrace. If my father was around, he would have gotten Marcellus killed on the spot. Yet, he had to go to Vietnam for business reasons. I don't see why he had to leave. He is not one of those peasant traders.

"That's improbable, you are impossible. Your brain is causing you to say things that are illogical. Don't you dare question the nominal of the sex I have been born with. I have more authority over you and you could become a prostitute in less than twenty-four hours." He said with a cross of his arms.

One of my eyebrows rose and I smirked. I turned to face him again. "Of course I would. I'm the most beautiful woman you'll ever meet. All the normal men are clawing at my feet. They would do anything to hold my hand" I walked my fingers up Marcellus's arm and I gave him a seductive look. "How about we put this all behind and get close~"

Marcellus pushed me away, causing me to scoff. "How could you think like that? You're a horrible woman, and you know I'm waiting til marriage." This caused me to roll my eyes.

"When you marry a nice woman, I can guarantee-"

"Who said that I would be marrying a woman?"

"Marriage of two people of the same sex is illegal," I say with a smirk. Marcellus smirked back at me.

"I know a man who marries same-sex couples in secret. He could be the key to my happiness."

I growl and scream. I hit his chest. "Get out! Get out now! I do not want to see you ever again!" I push him out of my house and slam the door in his face. Storming to my room, I end up sobbing on my bed. I remember the rose he gave me last year. Picking off the remaining pedals, I say Il m'aime un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie, pas du tout." He will pay for what he has done to my heart. He will get what he deserves, and I know how to get my revenge.