New York City, September 18, 2020

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"Fuck you." Chris slams his hands in the coffee table. The noise doesn't startle me. I've adapted to his rage.

"Fuck me?" I nearly laugh. "At least I'm doing something with my life. When I met you you had all these big dreams and now look at you, a web designer stuck at a desk of a company he hates." I spit. "What happened?" I want my words to bite him down to the core. I want them to make him feel small. The harsher the better.

"You happened." He screams. He's on his feet now walking around the coffee table to tower over me again. "Ever since I fucking met you my life's went to shit."

Suddenly I feel small but not small enough. I laugh in Chris's face and I can tell it's angering him even further. "You're life's went to shit? What about mine? You act so good but you're not. You ruined everything." I shout back at him.

"What?" Chris asks.

I shouldn't have said that, I should've kept my mouth shut. "Nothing." I turn away from him.

"No Ava, tell me." He snaps. He grabs my arm and turns me around to look at him.

I take a deep breath in and let it out. "My dad won't even look at me the same because of you." I tell him. "All because you're a mean, self-centered person."

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