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A Tale of Sinners
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#3
Wrath
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"Shit" I swore, slamming my locker door shut angrily, and throwing my books haphazardly into my bag. "Holy mother of…"
"Hey, hey, hey" He said, covering my mouth and gently pulling me back against him. "There will be none of that language here, in the sacred halls of St. Teresa's."
My silent fuming calmed at his mockery, and eventually he eased his hand off me, and spun me around to face him.
"What's wrong with you today?" He said, taking my hand and gently stroking it. "Ever since you arrived, you've been slamming doors and muttering unmentionable words under your breath. Its not…" He said, trailing off when he caught that look in my eyes.
That 'say it and die' look that I'd perfected.
"Its not what?" I snapped at him, preparing for a showdown.
He looked at me and sighed, before taking my hand and pulling me down the deserted hallways, and shoving me into a… broom closet?
We shuffled around for a couple of minutes, pushing one another aside until he finally flicked on a light switch, giving the tiny space a dim light.
I glared at him, while he sighed again, and said finally "It's not you're parents again, is it?" He said, avoiding my angry stare.
"No, it's that fricking time of the month again." I snarled at him, causing his eyes to snap to mine in surprise.
"Prepare to face the wrath of a woman scorned," he said, in a somewhat shocked voice. "I, uh, um…" He said, stumbling along his words as my eyes continued to bore holes in his head. "Would you like me to get you anything?" He said finally, settling with the 'suck up' comment.
After all, it was best to avoid all topics that included, in any minute way, a girl and her monthlies.
"How about some painkillers, and then a gun, so I can shoot myself, because the cramps are bloody killing me." I cried finally, falling into his arms.
So much for the tough and strong act, I thought, as he pulled me into a hug. Can women do nothing without the assistance of a male?
"Only if you promise me never to go all 'I am woman, hear me roar' again, okay? I don't much like the Butch ness that it brought out, nor did I like the way you…" He began, before I stomped on his foot and glared at him.
"You better believe there is so much more of the wrath where that came from, and it will be coming very, very soon, to delicate parts of your anatomy unless you get me some painkillers very, very quickly. And yeah, I don't mind if we can never reproduce, I pity the kid who has us for parents." I groaned, as he continued to gawk at me.
"HENRY!" I screamed finally, as he practically dropped me on the floor on his way out of the closet.
What was it they said? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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