Chapter Five: Marla: Hate in Three-Inch Heels

Marla stomped up the steps of the old house once again in the same three-inch heels. Her clothes rarely changed. A waste of money.

She kicked the door five times, succeeding in making a golf ball-sized hole. Narrator opened the door in his boxers and white shirt.

"Would you fucking mind explaining why you didn't leave an explanation?"

"Sorry, we left on a whi—."

"Who's at the door?" A pretty, gray-eyed girl leaned against the stairway frame.

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS?" Marla didn't mean to, but jealousy made her angry and she screamed the words.

"I'm Natalee Jacks." She stepped into more light, revealing a slim figure with huge breasts threatening to pop over her shirt.

"Marla Singer." Marla spat the words, shoving her way in. Narrator walked backwards, slowly, towards the living room where she heard him talking.

"Um, take a seat, Marla." Natalee pulled out a chair for her and the black-haired woman.

"I'm here to see Tyler."

"He's around her somewhere. . ."

"Did he fuck you?"

"Um, no."

"Yeah, well, he will and then he'll discard you. Enjoy it while you can, bitch." Marla grabbed two plates off the counter and threw them at the wall, shattering them into a dizzying storm of white ceramic. She picked up a pot and chucked the chunk of metal through the kitchen window.

"Tell that asshole when he gets back here that I hate him and if he ever tries to talk to me again, I'll cut off his balls and feed them to the ducks." Marla hissed in rage, blooms of red appearing on her deathly pale face.

"Stop destroying the kitchen!" Natalee jumped up and encircled Marla's bony, thin wrist. Marla reared her other hand and slapped the younger girl's startled face.

"Dammit!" Natalee pulled a handful of Marla's hair out from her scalp and kicked out her legs. Scrambling up, Marla dug her heel into Natalee's open toes. She screamed in pain and shoved Marla into the door.

"Get out now, bitch!"

Narrator, at the sound of the screaming, ran in and pulled screaming Natalee from kicking Marla.

"Marla, go!"

For a second, hurt colored her face and then the door slammed shut. Natalee wrenched herself from Narrator's arms.

"How's that for a fight? Three-inch heels against bare feet." muttered the girl before storming up the steps.

This is my least favorite chapter so far. Marla and Natalee finally meet!

Love,

Fel!