Dying in Your Arms Tonight - Two
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Three days earlier...
It had happened so fast my mind couldn't register it soon enough. That girl, that damn co-worker, Kirsten, I just had to fire her, of all people. We were in my office, I told her the bad news, and she came after me. She took several swings at my head, which I luckily ducked, and then got me pined against the desk. Her hands were clawing into my chest like some god-awful bird that saw my eyes as breakfast.
Monica walked in for a surprise lunch, picnic basket and all. She saw something else in the scene. She didn't see Kirsten trying to kill me, she saw Kirsten trying to kiss me.
She dropped the picnic basket by the door and ran from the building with tears streaming down her face. I pushed Kirsten away from me as hard as I could and took off after her. By the time I got to the sidewalk, she was speeding away in a taxi. I didn't even think to try and grab one for myself, instead, I took off running after hers.
It was a good 30 minutes by foot back to the apartment, but my brain refused to comprehend that. People gave me strange looks and yelled profanities as I pushed them out of my way, never losing speed once.
I ran the whole way with a heart attack chasing me close on my heels. I was at the apartment door, a mixture of tears and sweat pooring down my face like a waterfall. I had thrown my tie off somewhere along the way, I didn't care.
I tore my jacket off and dropped it in the hallway as I hastily tried to unbotton my shirt and pull it out of my pants at the same time. I was dying of exhaustion, my head was overheating and my heart was ready to beat itself right out of my chest.
I tried the door, it was locked. Damn. "Monica, open up, please!" No response.
"Come on, babe, it's not what you think! I swear on my life! I love you! I would never do that to you! I thought you knew that."
My body slumped against the door, I was too weak to hold myself up. My legs were burning and my head wasn't getting enough oxygen.
I could feel her eyes on me and I knew she was watching me through the peep hole. "Please..open the door." I tried weakly. God, I couldn't even talk, I was too tired.
I had never ran like that in my life, I was never a runner. Just the idea of jogging made me want to crawl back to my nice warm bed. But, I guess it's true what they say, love makes you do crazy things.
"Come on, don't do this to me, Mon." The door whooshed open and I stumbled in a few steps before catching my balance. I was quickly pushed back out though, fighting against a giant pile of my clothes. I pushed them down, away from my face, and watched as Monica stormed back to our room to gather another armful.
"Monica, what are you doing?" I asked hesitantly. I knew what she was doing, I didn't need to ask. She was kicking me out.
"Get out!" She yelled, and shoved me out of the apartment even further with another load of clothes, this time topped with my favorite pair of sneakers.
"Monica, please! Don't do this! You're all I have left! You're my life!" I begged, tears streaming down my face faster.
"Get out of my apartment, I never want to see you again!" She threw the last load of clothes at me, gave me a good shove, and slammed the door in my face.
I dropped the few clothes that were hanging down from my arms and fell back against Joey and Rachel's door. I clumsily slid to the floor with a thud and drew my knees up as close as I could get them to my chest. With my head in my hands and my heart lying at the bottom of my chest in pieces, I wept.
Life, as I knew it, was over.
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to be continued...
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