That One Night
Ok, what the HELL is he doing here, and why did he lock the door? I think now is an appropriate time to be scared out of my mind.
I had my back against the sink and my arms crossed over my chest, hoping to show if that I wasn't exactly pleased.
"Don, in case your lost this is the girls bathroom. What are you doing in here?"
"I'm not in here by mistake, I'm here to have a conversation alone." I rolled my eyes as I muttered 'No shit Sherlock.'
"Look we need to talk about what happened between us a couple of weeks ago."
"What's there to talk about Flack? You kissed me and then just left, WITH NO FUCKING EXPLANATION." I kept one of my hands tucked into a fist at my left side to keep from swinging at something.
"Well you were the one who didn't react in the slightest! Last time I checked when someone kisses you, YOU KISS THEM BACK." He does kind of have point there, but am I going to let him know that? Definitely not.
"What the hell do you expect? You caught me off guard!" I started to raise my voice slightly.
"I was at least hoping for something instead of nothing! I would have even been happy if you pushed me away, well not really but that's not the point. Saying something is better than not saying anything! I left because you did nothing, I thought that since you did nothing, you wanted nothing to do with me." During the beginning of his mini rant, he had started to use his hands as he was talking. I'm just going to take a guess and say he's italian?
"Don, after that night you didn't say anything. You didn't call, stop by, I heard nothing from you! So don't talk to me about doing something instead of nothing!"
"Annabel, you're expecting way too much from a guy whowas stood up, and not even a day later was practically shot down when he kissed a girl he was hoping would react in a better way!" He raised his voice a couple of levels.
"For christ sakes you weren't stood up! I got stuck at work. Why can't you get it through your fucking skull?" I turned my back towards him as I braced myself against the counter. My hands are gripping the edge of the counter so hard, my knuckles are turning white.
"And this is where I use your own words against you, instead of waiting for me to call you could have. You could have picked up a damn phone and dialed a number. No though, you were too busy waiting for me to shelf my pride and do it when you should have done the same thing." I snapped around to face him, my anger far from dissipating now.
"Shelf my pride? Wow, that's rich coming from you. What, do you get like this when girls don't fall for the act your trying to sell." I stepped closer to him, suddenly not afraid of what he could say or do.
"Wow, I thought I knew you better than that. I never thought in a million years you would stoop low enough to call me a manwhore. That shows that I don't know really know who you are."
"It's not stooping low if it's true."
"You want to know what you are?" Don asks me as he get's up almost directly in my face.
"What's stopped you from speaking your mind before?"
"Annabel, I lied. Your just like every other girl I know. Hypocritical, Judgemental, the list goes on and on..." I didn't even respond to that one as I has raised my hand before I even knew what I was doing. It happened so fast, but what I know for certain is that my hand smacked against his right cheek and it stung him slightly.
"Who knew that you would go that fucking far with it. If you hate me SOOO much, then why the hell did you kiss me? You know what, that doesn't even matter anymore." I raised my hands up in the air slightly before putting them back down. "Want to know why? Your just like every guy that walks these fucking streets. A pompous asshole that walks around treating women like shit." He stood in front of me, a shocked look had finally registered on his face. He got what he fucking gave, that's all I have to say.
"Annabel I didn't... I just got caught up..." Flack tried to apologise, but I raised my hand up as a signal to stop.
"Save it, I don't want to see you again, ever." Without hearing another word, I stormed over towards the door and hastily unlocked it, then all but slammed the door behind me. When I hit the main bar, a few people are looking at me. And now I know we had an audience.
My eyes drift towards Tanya's', who starts walking towards me.
"What happened in there? I walked by to use the bathroom but I heard a bunch of shouting then I heard you in there..." She was flipping out.
"Tanya, I promise you I will tell you later but now I'm going home. Tell Connor something came up and I had to leave."
"Of course." She still had a confused look on her face. Then again if I was her in this situation, I would too.
I mad a dash for the entrance of the bar and once I got outside, I made a run towards my place. I got up on my floor and into my apartment in record timing. The minute I got in there, I gravitated towards my couch. I laid down on the couch and put the pillow in my face. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes. What he said, hurt. Granite what I said to him wasn't any better but... I guess I just thought that he wouldn't go there and say those things about me.
For the time being, I cried into the pillow of my couch soaking the cushion. The only company I will have is the tears that roll down on my face and onto the couch.
