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Act 2: Catherine
I'm staring at my phone, I should take it and call Sara. I should apologize, it wasn't meant to go like that. Yeah well she didn't exactly play nice. I know I have to apologize but it'll wait until our shift tonight. Plus, knowing her she'll probably think I'm calling back for an encore, so I'm going to give her some space and I'll apologize first thing when I see her later.
Hearing the boys' theory and giving it a thought, it occurred to me that there was nothing wrong trying or at least talking it through. Sara was a bit more uptight about it than I would have thought. Okay, so admittedly I might have been too blunt about it, but then again I've never been one to beat around the bush.
I didn't expect her reaction. I'm usually able to get what I want or to talk my way through things, I guess Sara is and will stay one of the very few people whose refusal affects me at a rather deep level.
Let's go get some sleep, this conversation tired me more than anything. It went out of hand, it shouldn't have ended up like it did. And by the time I understood that I might have offended her, she was already in full angry mode, needless to say that I couldn't back-pedal, and being myself I needed to have the last word, hence my last remark which was really uncalled for.
Anyway, it's the same old thing between us, just a different day.
I'm awaken from my slumber by a combination of banging and bell ringing. I manage to drag myself out of bed in spite of my uncoordinated movements. I don't take time to put a robe over my sweat pants and t-shirt as the noise just seems to increase. The problem with sleeping during days is that people think that 1p.m. is a perfectly respectable time to come bother me, wrong it isn't.
"I'm coming," I shout at the door while going downstairs. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the hallway mirror, it is not a sight to remember, my hair is messy, I'm not wearing any make up and every sign of tiredness. "This better worth your…" my words die on my lips as I swing the door open and discover my visitor. "Fucking…Sara?" she's probably the last person I expected to see today. "What are you doing here?"
She doesn't answer and moves toward me. She just grabs my waist and kisses me while pushing me inside, closing the door with her foot.
I push her away and take a step back. I lick my lips and look at her. "What is wrong with you?"
"I came to take you up on that offer," she simply says before stepping toward me again.
"Offer?" I rise my hands up to stop her. "No you don't. You stay right there…"
"What? Wasn't it you who said we should…fuck each other?"
I cringe at the words coming from her. It doesn't sound like earlier at all. "Are you…are you drunk?" one look at her eyes and I have my answer, not to mention the smell. "Did you even get home after you left me today? Or did you go straight to a bar?"
I can feel the bitter taste of alcohol on my tongue and the smell of cigarette finally registers in my brain.
"You know, you're wrong," she says not paying attention to anything I said.
"I'm wrong? About what?"
"I'm not cold at all," she moves to me again.
"Okay, Sara, you're not cold…now let me call you a cab so you can go home and sleep this off."
In spite of her inebriated state her moves are quicker than I anticipated and soon I found her kissing me again, running her hands up my waist.
I squirm and push as hard as I can to get her away. "Damn it, no!" I shout. "You're…not…we're not doing this."
"You don't want me now?" she pout before smiling lazily.
I don't bother answering and turn my back to her as I head to the kitchen toward the phone. "I'll call you a cab Sar."
I pick up the phone and start to dial. I startle when I feel two arms snaking around my waits and a pair of lips attaching themselves on my neck. My heartbeat increases in a matter of seconds and a wave of heat just rush into my whole being. I drop the phone and close my eyes at the sensation as my body betrays me. My hands find hers and hold them in place, then my synapses start to fire again and I step away. I hate myself for being so reactive to her touch already. "Damn it, you're not playing fair Sara," I struggle a bit to breathe.
This is all backfiring at me, which is unfair.
I pass a hand in my hair. "You didn't want to do this, and now that you've gone out drinking you show up at my place three sheets to the wind and think what? That I'm going to take you to bed…just so you can prove Hodges wrong?"
She takes a step toward me and put her hands on my waist. I push her away as much as I can but my body is weakened by her proximity and she appears to be stronger than I thought even in her drunken state. Her mouth is on my neck again and I'm struggling to keep the control of the situation.
"I don't give a damn about Hodges," she says in between two nibble of my skin.
The few minutes of pleasure quickly turn into disgust, as she refuses to let go of me when obviously I don't want the promiscuity.
"Stop it…Sara….just stop!" I push harder and slap her with blunt force. She barely moves or reacts to my gesture.
"Can you honestly say you don't want me?" she asks smugly.
"You're drunk. I don't sleep with drunks. I married one…I'm not going down that path again. Now I'll call you a cab and you go home…sleep this off before shift," I talk with my hands in the air in order to keep a safe distance between us.
Maybe my words finally register, maybe she's just realising what just happened. She just sighs in a jaded way and walk to the door. "Don't bother," she throws over her shoulder before walking out of my house.
I chase after her and catch up as she's already getting in her car. "Give me your keys…I'll call you a cab," I hold her door, keeping her from closing it.
"I'll be fine," her voice is void of any emotion. "Go home, Catherine."
"I am home, Sara."
She closes her door forcefully, and lucky me I have reflexes because I would have lost a finger or two otherwise. Now I'm pissed even more than minutes ago.
"You know what? Fine…go ahead…leave…drive drunk," I spit. "I just hope you don't kill anyone."
"Whatever," she mutters before driving off.
I growl with frustration knowing that I should have tried harder not to let her drive in her state and really hoping that she'll make it home in one piece and without casualities.
I'm mad at her for pulling something like that and I sure as hell will let her know.
Damn you, Sidle!
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