Empty Apartment
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This is my first author note, and I want to apologize for the truly awful original second chapter. I re-wrote it, and it's much better now. So enjoy! Oh! And make me feel good by reviewing… Constructive criticism is welcome. 3Kelley
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He stormed into his old apartment; there she sat with the same magazine in her hands smiling to herself. Cuddled up in a white robe, blonde hair pulled back in a bun, drinking tea out of a coffee mug with the words, "Boys Suck… Throw Rocks At Them" proudly displayed on the side.
"What the hell is this?" he yelled waving the magazine in the air. Elizabeth smiled and took a sip of her tea. When she put the cup down her smile faded.
"I don't know Mark, you tell me." She spat bitterly. She held her hands and her lap and looked up at him with her large brown eyes scanning for an answer.
"It's revenge that's what this is… did those two years mean anything more than a good tabloid story to you?" Mark shouted. He paced around slowly, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Elizabeth smiled, "I was going to ask you the same question. Leaving me after two years, cheating on the woman you lived with, leaving me with nothing but a note?" she said with a menacing coolness.
"Well Mr. Diaz, you were right on the one hand, this" she held up the latest copy of People magazine.
Her face was on the cover with the headline 'It's Over: Rome may be the eternal city, but this American princess found it the city of eternal heartache'
"This is indeed revenge, but Mr. Diaz, we meant more to me than a tabloid story."
"I'm ruined, do you see that?" He responded angrily. He looked around his old apartment seeing few signs of change.
"No, I don't actually. Because I don't see anything other than a lying, cheating, snake who believes himself to be a man." Again Elizabeth spoke the words with a menacing coolness. "Now, I want you to get the hell out of my apartment."
"Our apartment, Beth,"
"Don't call me that." Elizabeth finally raised her voice, as she stood up, she walked over to the man. "You are to refer to me as Elizabeth. And this is MY apartment, your name is no longer on the bill, nor is anything you own here. Thus making this MY apartment. Now leave." She opened the door, gesturing for his leave.
"This is about the Gordon guy isn't this?" he scoffed.
"Don't you dare mention that name," The woman started shaking with anger. "He is more of a man then you ever were and ever hope to be."
"Then why aren't you with him." He taunted, knowing he struck a delicate subject. "Why are you going to magazines talking about me, instead of attending movie premieres of his?"
"Get Out. Now. Go." She was shaking uncontrollably.
"I will, but doll, remember what we had…"