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she’s not
going to be convinced, or even listen to me, so I open the door myself. It’s
probably best I come back at another time. Maybe I will take one last shot at
convincing her.
“Sam, I can explain everything.”
“How could you be smiling at a time like this? You can’t just
go around and play with people’s feelings! You truly are an asshole. Now get
the fuck out!”
“Well, I had a nice
time.” I say in a frail attempt to dislodge her.
“You’re an asshole, Mick. Don’t call me again.”
With that last word, Sam slams the door in my face. I stand in the hallway,
holding my clothes, virtually naked. I get dressed and consider knocking on the
door again, but realize that would do nothing for my cause. It’s upsetting to
me that I’ve ended up in this predicament. I have no feelings for Delia, only
for Sam. Regardless, I am pretty sure I will be able to explain this all
away—it’ll just take time.
***
After a long day of dealing with Jaime and damage control, I am finally able to
go home. I pull into my driveway, only to see Delia’s car there. Knowing the
kind of person she is, I took the precaution of changing all the locks. She is
standing outside her car, leaning against the bumper and smiling at me as I
drive up. What a nightmare this is going to be. After a day like today, all I
want to do is go inside and relax.
I get out of my car and look at her with a limited expression on my face. Delia
runs over and hugs me like nothing has happened. She must have torn and
shredded twenty thousand dollars’ worth of clothes and gear. She is fucked!
“Mick, I am so happy to see you. I think we need to talk this thing out and get
past it.”
“Delia, I don’t want to get past it. Our time together is over. You left after
tearing up all of my things. Again. We are done, Delia.”
She instantly begins to cry, but that doesn’t work on me. “Please, Mick, don’t
do this to me. We have been through so much. I want to be with you. I need you
in my life.”
“All of that may be true, Delia, but we are done. I don’t want, or need, you in
my life anymore.”
I feel cold and callous for being so abrupt, but this is what she needs to
hear. The tears begin again. I walk by her, trying to get to the door of my
house, hoping she’ll just go away. Delia dramatically falls to the ground and
clings to my leg like a child. I place my hand on my head and shake it back and
forth.
“Delia, what will it take for you to go away? You don’t love me anymore and I
don’t love you, so what are you after? Why do you want to continue this?”
“I don’t want to continue this. I never loved you. I was only in it for the
money.”
“So you’re telling me this is all an act?”
“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not.”
“You know what, Delia? I’m not interested in playing these games. Find your way
off the property, or I will call the cops.”
Delia slowly stands up,
her expression changed. She is now facing me eye to eye. It is as threatening a
gesture as it could be. With a resounding blow, she slaps me in the face. It
stings and causes me to bend forward. As I do, she spits in my hair. What a
psycho.
“What the fuck, Delia?”
“Fuck you, Mick. This isn’t over.”
She turns around jumps into her car—the car I bought her—and drives away. I
watch as she leaves, still rubbing my cheek. What the fuck has become of my
life? A few days ago, I had everything under control, and now it’s all out of
whack. I need a good night’s rest and a little perspective.
What I really need to do is get things back on track with Sam.
going to be convinced, or even listen to me, so I open the door myself. It’s
probably best I come back at another time. Maybe I will take one last shot at
convincing her.
“Sam, I can explain everything.”
“How could you be smiling at a time like this? You can’t just
go around and play with people’s feelings! You truly are an asshole. Now get
the fuck out!”
“Well, I had a nice
time.” I say in a frail attempt to dislodge her.
“You’re an asshole, Mick. Don’t call me again.”
With that last word, Sam slams the door in my face. I stand in the hallway,
holding my clothes, virtually naked. I get dressed and consider knocking on the
door again, but realize that would do nothing for my cause. It’s upsetting to
me that I’ve ended up in this predicament. I have no feelings for Delia, only
for Sam. Regardless, I am pretty sure I will be able to explain this all
away—it’ll just take time.
***
After a long day of dealing with Jaime and damage control, I am finally able to
go home. I pull into my driveway, only to see Delia’s car there. Knowing the
kind of person she is, I took the precaution of changing all the locks. She is
standing outside her car, leaning against the bumper and smiling at me as I
drive up. What a nightmare this is going to be. After a day like today, all I
want to do is go inside and relax.
I get out of my car and look at her with a limited expression on my face. Delia
runs over and hugs me like nothing has happened. She must have torn and
shredded twenty thousand dollars’ worth of clothes and gear. She is fucked!
“Mick, I am so happy to see you. I think we need to talk this thing out and get
past it.”
“Delia, I don’t want to get past it. Our time together is over. You left after
tearing up all of my things. Again. We are done, Delia.”
She instantly begins to cry, but that doesn’t work on me. “Please, Mick, don’t
do this to me. We have been through so much. I want to be with you. I need you
in my life.”
“All of that may be true, Delia, but we are done. I don’t want, or need, you in
my life anymore.”
I feel cold and callous for being so abrupt, but this is what she needs to
hear. The tears begin again. I walk by her, trying to get to the door of my
house, hoping she’ll just go away. Delia dramatically falls to the ground and
clings to my leg like a child. I place my hand on my head and shake it back and
forth.
“Delia, what will it take for you to go away? You don’t love me anymore and I
don’t love you, so what are you after? Why do you want to continue this?”
“I don’t want to continue this. I never loved you. I was only in it for the
money.”
“So you’re telling me this is all an act?”
“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not.”
“You know what, Delia? I’m not interested in playing these games. Find your way
off the property, or I will call the cops.”
Delia slowly stands up,
her expression changed. She is now facing me eye to eye. It is as threatening a
gesture as it could be. With a resounding blow, she slaps me in the face. It
stings and causes me to bend forward. As I do, she spits in my hair. What a
psycho.
“What the fuck, Delia?”
“Fuck you, Mick. This isn’t over.”
She turns around jumps into her car—the car I bought her—and drives away. I
watch as she leaves, still rubbing my cheek. What the fuck has become of my
life? A few days ago, I had everything under control, and now it’s all out of
whack. I need a good night’s rest and a little perspective.
What I really need to do is get things back on track with Sam.
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