A few days later, Fitz approached his house yet again. Instead of going in his house, he peered though the window. His dad was sitting cross legged on the couch reading the newspaper. Fitz glared. How could he just be sitting there? How could he not feel guilty about what he had done, and is still doing?
Normally, Fitz would have probably charged into the house and thrown a few punches, just to get revenge, but today he vowed never to do that again. Anger made people do stupid things. So instead, he took out his cell phone and dialed.
"Hello, 911, how may I help you?"
"Hi, yes. I would like to report a case of domestic abuse…"
…
Clare snuggled with Eli on his couch as they watched the movie they had picked out for 'date night'. Well, it was more like Eli was snuggling with her as she watched the movie.
"Clare…," he whispered as he placed small kisses on her neck, slowly moving towards her lips.
"Hmm?" she asked oblivious.
Eli sighed loudly, pulling away from her, "Clare, what's going on in that head of yours. You're acting really distant."
"I was just thinking."
"About?"
"I think we should take a break," she said suddenly, shocking Eli.
"You want to break up?"
"No, I said 'take a break'. Those are two different things."
"One usually leads to the other. What brought this on anyway?"
"Nothing," Clare blushed, the image of Fitz kissing her flashed thought her mind. But that wasn't why she wanted a break. Honestly, it wasn't...
"So we are on a break…?" Eli repeated, hoping this was just a joke.
It wasn't.
"Yeah," she said standing up and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"We not officially together anymore, so I'm leaving. Goodbye Eli." She said and as she shut the door behind her and stepped onto his front stoop, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders.