American Exchange

"You don't know me. You don't what I've seen, what I've done. You don't know what I've been through!" Vera cried out in the crowded hallway.

"You've accused me of being a bitch, a slut and many other things over the past two months I've been here. Yet, you've never actually taken any interest into my life until recently. For fuck sake's, you didn't even know my name!" On the verge of tears, Vera started towards the muscular back facing her.

His backside was shaking vigorously, and as Vera got closer, she noticed his hands at his sides screwing up into tight fists, turning his knuckles a sickly white.

She was now less than a foot away from him, and there she stayed.

"Why me? What did I do to you to deserve all of the shit you've given me? All the countless days you've spent to make sure I'm miserable." Her lips began to wobble and was near to losing control over her buckling knees, which were barely helping her stand upright. "Why me, Reuben?"

The corridor was dead silent, with only the noises of his harsh and deep breathing and her shallow whimpers being heard by all present.

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She came to America in search of a new start, only to find a dead end.

He came back to search for whatever remained of his past life, only to find it replaced by a Step-Dad and new home he doesn't recognise.

Vera and Reuben are polar opposites. Yes, there is no denying that.

But if they were to put aside their differences, maybe they'll find not what they want...

But what they need.