I IMMEDIATELY tell you to leave, the venom in my words unnatural.
"Joe, I'm sorry, but I need to go."
You don't give up easily. "That's cool, where are we going?"
Each words is a knife. "I need to leave, I'll see you...whenever."
That's when you grab my wrist, and I can't help but imagine you hitting me next. Past experiences. I wince in preparation.
You're staring at me in desperation. "Brit, you're kidding me, right?"
"No, Joe." I rip away from his grip and rub where your hands were, still warm. "I'm not. Get the fuck away from me."
Your face is contoured with a mixture of powerful emotions, animated with underlying fire and a racing heart. Sadness, hatred, all the feelings I never wanted you to feel, all directed at me.
I blink tears, try to swallow the lump in my throat and hold it down with a clenched jaw. You step away from me and with lips slightly parted, scan me over.
You whisper, "Who was that on the phone?"
I swipe my wrist under my eyes and walk to the threshold, gripping the doorknob with what feels like enough strength to leave finger-shaped dents. My voice is a breath, if I spoke louder my words would surely crack. "My boyfriend."
I leave you stunned.
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FanfictionMaybe I am wearing this dress just for you. Maybe I've had a crush on you since before you ever laid eyes on me. You'd be right, Joe. I do have a crush, and it burns like the radiant sun.
