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CHAPTER 2 - A Chapter Where It All Breaks Loose

The door snapped shut behind them faster than he could grab it back. Already knowing what wait for them, he reluctantly hit the light switch.

They were in a small storage room. The room was practically empty. An exposed light bulb, some empty shelves, a small white table and a hard plastic lime green chair were all that were in there.

There wasn't even a door knob. He'd removed it.

Unconsciously, he braced himself. He knew it was coming.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!" she screamed, shaking with anger, inches from his face.

"I CAN'T!" he yelled back with the same intensity.

Then the yelling really started.

She clutched her fists – she couldn't believe that he could make her so mad. He leaned into the onslaught – he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid to follow her, but he wouldn't back down.

Names flew. Blame flew. Accusations flew. This shouting match threatened to outshine all their others – put together even. Tempers rose with the volume as the pace intensified and they began shouting over one another, neither waiting for the other to even finish their berating.

They had no need to censor themselves. No one could hear them, a fact that they were only too aware of.

For nearly 10 minutes straight they shouted at one another until it seemed they had each reached their limit. They had to stop. They had to catch their breath.

Their eyes met. The silence that followed was deafening.

She stared at him. Glaring.

He stared at her. Scowling.

And then she did the unthinkable.

She thrust her arms forward. She grabbed his shirt collar with both hands. She pulled him level with her.

And she kissed him with every ounce of strength that she possessed.

Turns out it's true. There is only a fine line between hate and love.

For some reason, as he thought later, he wasn't nearly as surprised as he thought he should have been. He didn't even flinch when she grabbed him.

It only took a second for him to respond, grabbing her body close to his and returning her passionate assault with equal intensity.

Every ounce of anger, hostility and hatred had been transformed into something different. Something just as intense. Something they could not control.

Their hands, their mouths, their bodies seemed to work independently of their minds. Pure passion flowed from one to the other and back to the other again. With each cycle, a higher level was attained.

He pushed her against the wall. She grabbed him tighter.

"Do you have another shirt here?" she asked almost breathlessly.

"What?" he replied.

"Another shirt, do you have one?"

"Yeah, why?" he asked.

She answered by ripping his shirt open, buttons flying in all directions.

And there, in a small storage room at the end of an empty hallway, the two adversaries, without thought of reason or consequence, made love.

Well, you wouldn't call it making love per say, but you get the idea.

And it was over as quickly as it began.

They quickly redressed in silence. Neither daring to look at the other. Neither willing to acknowledge what just happened. Neither even really sure what had happened. His eyes scanned the room, everywhere that she wasn't. Hers did the same. Her gaze wandered upwards and she had a realization.

"Boost me up," she said, analyzing the tiles in the ceiling.

He did and she easily pushed through the tiles. Being careful to only put her weight on the supports, she crawled through the cramped space towards where she thought the hallway would be. Once she felt she had covered a sufficient distance, she kicked in the tile beneath her and dropped hard to the floor below.

Brushing off the dust and debris, she picked herself off the ground checked for injuries and started toward the closed door where he was still trapped on the other side.

For a brief moment, a fraction of a second even, she considered just walking away.

"Don't even think about it," she heard him call through the door.

So she opened the door. And she promptly turned around, which was fine by him.

Neither of them wanted to risk looking the other in the eye again.

They walked down the empty hallway away from that room. Her in front and him behind. Not speaking. When another hall intersected, she took one direction and he the other.

They were each convinced they could pretend it never happened. They could walk away and leave it in that room.

They were wrong, of course.

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