An End and New Start
Maureen sat on the bed she shared with Mark watching as he paced back and forth in front of her. She leaned back on one elbow and looked at him, waiting for his rant to finish somewhat glad that it was all finally coming out.
"Benny and you fucked! I saw you in the space against the wall!" The filmmaker said, looking at his girlfriend unable to get the visual out of his mind. It made him sick to think of Benny touching Maureen.
"Yeah? So what. You didn't notice any of the other times." She said, rather bored. Standing up, she folded her arms over her chest. "Let's face it Mark, you never notice what I do unless it's in front of your silly camera." She stated, very much jealous of the camera.
"That is not true!" Mark defended, his camera within distance of him. He reached for it, holding it close.
"Oh please!" She snapped. "You weren't around for me and never are so I turned to Benny. He listened to me while you were out observing life." She added, grabbing her bag only to start stuffing her belongings in it.
Mark looked shocked and pissed. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Leaving. I'm tired of being your girlfriend, tired of thinking that one day you'll just put the fucking camera down. I've had enough." Maureen replied, zipping her back up. "I want us to still be friends because at this moment, that's all we seem to be." She added, heading out of the bedroom and out of the loft, ignoring Mark's calls to her.
She walked out on to the street and made her way to the performance space, really unsure what she was going to do now. She figured she could find an apartment all on her own. Sighing, she turned the corner and felt herself bump into someone, a woman, a lawyer by the name of Joanne Jefferson.