Chapter 18
Break Me
Keket tore herself away from Marik and pushed him out of the way.
"You jerk." She mumbled.
"What's your problem now?"
"Just because I'm shy when it comes to relationships doesn't mean I should be treated like trash, Marik."
Their snappy argument was turning a few heads in the once silent cafe'.
"Well if you showed a little more appreciation maybe I would cut you some slack!"
"Cut me some slack! You don't even respect me!"
"Why should I respect a little girl who's afraid of love? All you do is whine and cry. You never let me get close to you. You just push me away when I'm wanting you the most. You don't deserve me. You deserve therapy! You are nothing but a worthless two-bit whore!"
Keket grabbed her chest and stumbled back in shock. "A whore? That's what I am?"
She turned and pushed through the glass doors of the cafe' trying to hold back tears.
The waiter that she talked to earlier walked up to Marik with a broom in hand.
"Gees Marik.Out of all the names to call a girl."
Even though it was summer, Mother Nature seemed to sympathize with Keket.It started to rain hard. The water was warm and rolled down her face and soaked her uniform.
That was the final straw, she was never going back to Marik.She was tired of the frustration of holding a realtionship.She was going to do the same thing he did. Start a new life. No Marik, No love, just her and her new life.
Her crystal tears mixed with the rain as she ran hard nearly running into a couple.
"Hey watch it!"
She ignored the man's shouting she continued her run all the way back home 4 to 6 miles away.
"Damn kids." Seto mumbled watching a girl run aimlessly in the rain.
Ishizu studied the sprinting girl before walking inside the restaurant with Seto.
"Ah yes, Mr. and Miss Kaiba right this way please." The waiter showed them to their table.
"You put me as your partner?" Ishizu whispered sharply in her date's ear.
"Hey, you were my partner in bed. So what's the difference?" He winked at her as they took their seats.
"Perv." Ishizu hid her face behind her menu.
"You make me that way, baby." He smirked.
"Please don't call me that, Seto."
"How about your nickname?"
"I don't mind if you call me Isis."
"Oh not Isis...Caramel Kitty."
"I hate that name."
Seto was on the verge of laughing as their slices of strawberry shortcake were delivered.
"This is our dinner?" Ishizu poked it with her fork.
"No, darling.I didn't think you would need dinner. After all, I assumed you were watching your figure."
"What?"
Seto threw his head back in laughed.
"Are you calling me fat, Seto?"
"Well I didn't want to tell you back you're getting a little pudgy around the hips."
She raised an eyebrow and relaxed. "Shut up."
"I'm just telling the truth. But don't feel bad we can't all be beautiful." He winked.
"I hate you...With a passion."
"I love you too."
Ishizu grunted in frustration. This man thinks he has the right to rape and insult her? Well not anymore.Tonight, he would pay.
"Stupid! Self-certained! Horny! Perverted! Bastard!" Keket shouted at the top of her lungs.
She tore every up that belonged to Marik.She threw a lamp across the room that smashed against the living room wall.
Ripping the pillows and letting the feathers float to the ground eased her pain.
When the room was completely destroyed, she plopped on his bed. The silky sheets were now torn and dampen in one area with tears.
"You bastard." She cried burying herself in his sheets, in his scent.
She had never felt so stupid, so abandoned in her life. She glanced at the picture of her and Marik that lay broken on the threads of pillows.
She remembered taking that picture the day of the school dance. She had to literally pull him into the photo booth and straddle him in order to keep him in place.
That was also the first place she willingly made the first move to make-out.
But that now meant nothing. She slapped the broken picture frame off the bed which landed in the trash can.
Never to love again.Keket had decided to make her own destiny.