That Abercrombie Model

SEVENTEEN

The lights go on; I am locked in a hospital room with none other than Glen. My expression turns to one of distaste. He is also looking at me with an angry expression. He gets a chair and sits in front of me.

"What right do you have to handle me like that?" I ask with anger laced with my words.

"Calm down. I want you to listen to me." He answers with annoyance.

What audacity! "I don't want to listen to you. There is nothing left to say between us." I answer, raising my voice. He is shocked by my reaction.

"Lizzie, reduce your volume." He says with dread in his eyes. He should have known better than to lock me up at his workplace.

"I won't if I don't want to." I answer in as loud a voice as I can.

He menacingly walks towards me and covers my mouth with his hand. I thrash under the pressure of his hand. He lets go after a few moments.

"Glen, what do you want from me?" I ask with disgust. "Was it not enough to insult me in that restaurant last time?"

"That was not insulting you. And who was that guy you were with anyway?" He asks.

"That is not part of your business." I answer defensively.

"Do you love him?" He asks as though it is the most revolting concept imaginable. I don't answer him. He suddenly laughs. "Wow, how low did your standards reach?" He asks with derision.

I am tired of this pointless talk, "Do you have something you want to say?" I am now annoyed and tired.

"I want you to break up with him. I don't like how childish and juvenile he is making you." He says in a sympathizing tone, "You used to be very mature and responsible but lately you have been looking like some ruffian; it is unbecoming of you." To say I am astounded would be an understatement.

"How dare you lecture me about what is or is not becoming when you are the one who was 'unbecoming' enough to cheat?" I get up from the bed I've been sitting on, "And whoever I am with, what I am doing, what I am wearing, is none of your business."

"I am just making sure you don't regret what you are doing, which you will if you don't cut ties with such people."

"Glen, may you please leave me alone. We are divorced now; I'll let you live your life with her and the baby. Please let me live mine too." I can't yell at him anymore, I just opt for a more diplomatic approach.

He looks at me with pity. "You will regret this." He says.

"May you let me out now?" I ask menacingly.

He ignores my request, "Remember our honeymoon, in Australia. That was a good time. That guy of yours can't give you anything like that." He muses as though I am not there.

He is pissing me off by the minute so I do the one thing which I know will make me get what I want; making a scene. I run to the door before he knows what's going on, I start banging on the door shouting 'help' multiple times.

He is astounded; he scrambles into action and unlocks the door before he can even think twice about what is happening. Several people are behind the door with alarmed expressions on their faces. I smile at them and walk out with as much grace as I can. Glen walks out of the room then, "It was barely nice seeing you, Glen, hope I don't see you again." I wave him good bye and leave him to explain what the fuck was going on to his colleagues.

I enter my apartment and fall onto the couch. It is 7 pm, and I am tired and alone. I lay looking at the ceiling, a jumble of thoughts running through my mind. A tear runs down my face. I wipe it away, but more keep coming.