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You’re just as vile, and terrible. You’re a monster.” Right again my sweet, sweet girl. I was a fucking monster, and she was the continuous victim of two completely vile creatures. I couldn’t handle that she felt this way about me, which she didn’t know I tried to take it back, that everything I did meant nothing.
I dropped to my knees and clung to her form, unable to stop the tears that fell from my eyes as I sobbed without an ounce of shame.
“Let go of me.” She was yelling and pushing me, but my grip was iron.
“Please. Let me explain, please don’t just leave.” I just wanted her to hear me out, just for a minute. I knew I was squeezing her too tight, I knew I had to let her go but I couldn’t. It wasn’t until I felt her knee against my throat that my arms fell from her body.
“You’ve lost your right to touch me. Since we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere, obviously I can’t call a cab. And since you’ve kept me here for so damn long I’m sure I have no apartment to go back to. So you’re going to give me your car keys and I’m going to go to my parents.”
I had known this was coming, and I had prepared for it. Regardless of what she thought of me, I had done everything I could to secure the chance for her to have a good life from here on out.
“I already filled the tank for you—in case you wouldn’t want to stay.” I went and retrieved the duffel from the room and dropped it over by the door, before plopping back on the floor. ”There’s a cell phone, a bank card and fresh clothes in there—Genovese tossed your apartment a while back… when he realized you weren’t going there. It’s been locked up since then. I deposited $50,000 into the bank account—for your trouble… and help.”
“Of course he tossed my apartment. So I have absolutely nothing at all. And excuse me, stay? Stay with you?! Are you crazy?” She moved around, her eyes moving from each surface until she spotted the keys.
“Thanks for the payment. I’ll go get a car, and then you can figure out how you’re going to pick your SUV up—without involving me. I’m sure you have some sort of tracking on it anyway. Good luck with everything.” She was right—I’d be able to track the SUV, but I knew what she was really saying was I’d be able to track her. I watched her hopelessly, wishing something would snap and she’d realize I cared about her.
“How am I supposed to get out of here?”
“I disabled everything, just go up the elevator and out the door at the top, its open. But Brie, please just give me a chance to talk to you.” She didn’t even bother to respond. The door closed and I was alone—just as I had been in the beginning.
After showering and throwing away the clothes I lie in bed, thinking of her. The second I’d fall asleep my dreams teased me with a beautiful, smiling girl. I tossed and turned until the morning came. Being in the space that I shared with her was hard. Every room shared some memory that I wanted to get as far away from as possible. I knew I’d have to move out of here soon, my sanity relied on it.
I made myself coffee and moved to the couch, my phone hanging from my fingers as I fought the urge to call her and beg her to see me. I couldn’t push her—and if anything I was in no state to do her any good. I settled for sending one “I’m sorry” text to the phone I gave her and put my phone down.
What was I going to do with myself? How did I get better after this? I thought back to my mother. She would always tell me that in times of crisis we had to be close to God, but I had forgotten how to do that. I briefly remembered praying in the twilight hours of my insanity but I couldn’t burden the Madonna, Jesus or the Lord himself with my complaints—I had only gotten what I deserved.
I fetched my laptop and opened it, knowing the first step was getting myself out of this apartment. When I opened my browser I cringed at the bookmarks Brie had left on
I dropped to my knees and clung to her form, unable to stop the tears that fell from my eyes as I sobbed without an ounce of shame.
“Let go of me.” She was yelling and pushing me, but my grip was iron.
“Please. Let me explain, please don’t just leave.” I just wanted her to hear me out, just for a minute. I knew I was squeezing her too tight, I knew I had to let her go but I couldn’t. It wasn’t until I felt her knee against my throat that my arms fell from her body.
“You’ve lost your right to touch me. Since we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere, obviously I can’t call a cab. And since you’ve kept me here for so damn long I’m sure I have no apartment to go back to. So you’re going to give me your car keys and I’m going to go to my parents.”
I had known this was coming, and I had prepared for it. Regardless of what she thought of me, I had done everything I could to secure the chance for her to have a good life from here on out.
“I already filled the tank for you—in case you wouldn’t want to stay.” I went and retrieved the duffel from the room and dropped it over by the door, before plopping back on the floor. ”There’s a cell phone, a bank card and fresh clothes in there—Genovese tossed your apartment a while back… when he realized you weren’t going there. It’s been locked up since then. I deposited $50,000 into the bank account—for your trouble… and help.”
“Of course he tossed my apartment. So I have absolutely nothing at all. And excuse me, stay? Stay with you?! Are you crazy?” She moved around, her eyes moving from each surface until she spotted the keys.
“Thanks for the payment. I’ll go get a car, and then you can figure out how you’re going to pick your SUV up—without involving me. I’m sure you have some sort of tracking on it anyway. Good luck with everything.” She was right—I’d be able to track the SUV, but I knew what she was really saying was I’d be able to track her. I watched her hopelessly, wishing something would snap and she’d realize I cared about her.
“How am I supposed to get out of here?”
“I disabled everything, just go up the elevator and out the door at the top, its open. But Brie, please just give me a chance to talk to you.” She didn’t even bother to respond. The door closed and I was alone—just as I had been in the beginning.
After showering and throwing away the clothes I lie in bed, thinking of her. The second I’d fall asleep my dreams teased me with a beautiful, smiling girl. I tossed and turned until the morning came. Being in the space that I shared with her was hard. Every room shared some memory that I wanted to get as far away from as possible. I knew I’d have to move out of here soon, my sanity relied on it.
I made myself coffee and moved to the couch, my phone hanging from my fingers as I fought the urge to call her and beg her to see me. I couldn’t push her—and if anything I was in no state to do her any good. I settled for sending one “I’m sorry” text to the phone I gave her and put my phone down.
What was I going to do with myself? How did I get better after this? I thought back to my mother. She would always tell me that in times of crisis we had to be close to God, but I had forgotten how to do that. I briefly remembered praying in the twilight hours of my insanity but I couldn’t burden the Madonna, Jesus or the Lord himself with my complaints—I had only gotten what I deserved.
I fetched my laptop and opened it, knowing the first step was getting myself out of this apartment. When I opened my browser I cringed at the bookmarks Brie had left on
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