Two years ago...
"Babe, this is my fourth fu...this is my fourth time calling you," covering the phone, "Pick up the damn phone!"
"Still not picking up, huh?"
My grip on the phone tightens. I've been at Mrs. Brook-Welsh's house for the past couple hours all because my dumbass boyfriend is nowhere to be found. For all I know, he could be in the middle of Bumblefuck in a ditch, "He's probably held up at the shop. Cars always needing some fixing..." I lie through my teeth but it's only to stop being badgered by Micks.
"Yeah 'held up'..." she mutters under her breath, "Babes, this is maybe the tenth time in three weeks that you're all uptight about his whereabouts. Tenth time that I have to deal with your crying while he's fucking around with some other floozy."
Honestly, I love honesty...except when it's hers. She drops the bomb without remorse, "Stop it," I moan.
"It's true! I love you, I really fucking do, but constantly having to deal with your one-sided love life gets on my nerves! Everybody tells you to open your eyes, see the 'light'...he's cheated how many times now?"
"Stop!" I shout, "Stop! You never liked him! You're...you're just hating on the fact that he sticks around all year long! You're jealous that unlike your man, my man is by my side three-six-five!"
Dick move! Low, it is a low-blow and I don't realize it until it's too late to take it back. Her face is contorted with anger and hurt. Sitting there stupidly as she picks herself off the couch, I try and try to gather the right words but to no avail.
"You know, I really do hope that it's mean just being 'jealous'," she goes over to the front door and flings it open, "But before anything, you just remember that he hasn't been there for you...ever. No, maybe for that amount of time before he snaked his way into your pants. Think about the times you've come crying to us, your friends, about him cheating or doing shit that breaks you!" she rakes her hand through her messy hair, "Get out of my house."
With my tail between my legs, I walk out of her house and drag myself home. The whole half hour walk home. By the time I stumble to my door, it's three in the morning and I'm so ready to give my pillow some well deserved head and the sheets some ass.
"Babe, you're home!" greets my boyfriend as soon as I open the door.
The boy is slumped over the couch, enjoying himself at my expense. He grins at me and I can tell by his demeanor that he's drunk as shit. Huffing an exhausted, frustrated breath, I crawl over to him and start taking off his greasy shoes.
"Wha' were you doin' out...so late?"
"I didn't want to be alone..."
He sits up and clumsily caresses my face, "You're so, so, so cute. I'm so fuckin' lucky to have you, amor," Lucky 'cus you're drunk. His alcohol drenched breath blows around my face, "Miss ya' all day, all day..." he starts kissing my neck, sloppily. I try to pry him of but his wispy face tickles my neck and I giggle. He takes it as a green light and soon enough we're stumbling to the floor. Skin is weak...
Ten minutes, not even that, in the sack and he is a big mass of deadweight. Out like light. Thankfully not on top of me but still I have to push him off and that's when I see it. His reason for being so tardy. Hickies. My throat closes up and I will myself to not throw up from all the disgust. I shut my eyes and pretend like
I haven't just seen them. I love him.
ΔΔΔΔ
That was when I wanted his attention. When his attention and love was vital for me to keep on living. Today, now, I want nothing more than to evaporate into the thin, frosty air. I keep wishing for something miraculous to happen: say a tree toppling over the man, his body exploding into pink matter, the car to run him over...anything. Is that likely to happen? No. The only thing keeping me steady are Phil's arms wrapped around me.
"For fuck's sake..." mumbles the mossy-green eyed man into my hair. He can't observe the look of fear that is written all over my eyes and face. I'm scared shitless. Detaching his arms from around me, he turns around to face the pending wrath, "Ah, the man of the hour...live and in the flesh."
"The punk-bitch that stuck his nose in my business."
Punk laughs to the side with a full blown grin, "I beat you like a bitch once, a second time will be just as satisfying."
"You won't be so lucky but I'm not here to fight. I'm here for my girl."
Noah comes closer and every step I tremble even more. I hide behind Phil like a pussy. If he can feel it, he doesn't mention it, "I don't think so, chump."
"I don't give a fuck about what you think! Move the fuck out the way, bitch!"
They're face to face. Three inches apart and Phil somehow manages to tower over him. Nonetheless, I am ready to flee from the scene but my legs won't budge.
"And if I don't wanna? You gonna try to hit me, Muhammad Ali?" my savior steps up, closing the distance between them, delving deep into his eyes without fear, "Last time I witnessed your pleasure in beating on poor, defenseless women. I am a man. Come at me," he sneers.
An evil sounding cackle escapes my ex's mouth, "Look, son, move aside. I wanna talk to my little girlfriend. Let's be grown about this."
Blondielocks toys with his lip-ring before snickering. Don't piss yourself, Marleene. What's up with all this laughter, it's a serious situation, "Do you hear yourself? Is there something in your brain that makes you blurt stupidity? Do you justify laying a hand on a woman as 'being grown'? Son, you have much to learn," at the end of each sentence, he pushes Noah.
Breathing in a manner that makes his nose flare, Noah sets his jaw, "Get your hand off me."
"Or what?" smirks Phil.
Faster than the speed of light, shit went down - I didn't even have time to blink. These men are it like cat and dogs. My voice is lost in the wind; it's barely audible. How crazy we must seem being out here at midnight, almost in the middle of the street, in underwear littered wonderland, amidst high wind, with two men going at it, and a woman, beat-up and bruised, screaming her lungs raw.
Without second thought, I put myself between the brawling men, ready for anything. The face is fucked up enough, "Guys! Guy stop it!"
Immediately, Punks yield but Noah, he lands one on my cheek. Figures... My face swings to the side from the force of the impact. I spit out some blood. Punk sees this and attempts to charge, but I hold him back, "Let's fucking go," I whisper to him, "Please."
He inhales and exhales as he darts from my pained facial expression to shooting daggers at Noah, "Okay," he begins leading me back to the house.
A hand pulls me back, roughly, by the shoulder. I gasp, "Baby, I am so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to!"
Peeling off Noah's hand, I step away from him, "Don't call me that! I am not your anything," I say scornfully. All I see is red. Pure hatred. I've never felt such hate and fear in my life, until now.
"Mami, it was a mistake. I was mad. I'm sorry. Forgive me!" he grabs my hand but I flinch away, "I fucked up, I know I did. I promise on my mom's life - don't you remember all the times we had? All we've gone through? Five years, amor, five long beautiful years together do-"
"Stop," I put a hand to halt whatever he's going to say next, "Don't try to use that on me. I told you it was over and you went ahead and did this to me," I point to my black-eye and everywhere else, "All those memories meant nothing to you. Leave me alone and never come back. You hear, stay the fuck away from me!"
Phil pulls me back to his side and Noah drops to his knees. What the...?, "Baby, please. I'm on my knees, please. I love you so much! You made me so fucking mad understand me! I'm sorry, I'll change - I'll be better! Baby..." he clutches my hand, "One more chance, corazon. Just one and I'll show you I can be a better man," he kisses my hand and Punk snorts behind me.
"You always say the same bullshit, get a new punch line! You can't be a better man because you never were one to begin with. Fuck yourself!" Be strong. Don't let his words faze you.
"It's not a 'punch line', it's the truth. Tesoro, I'm on my knees begging you to take me back," tears well up in those dark brown eyes of his. He's almost perfected his finesse in manipulation. Too bad you're not buying it, "I don't want to fuck anybody. I only want you. I'll give up todo, todo just please..."
Behind me, Blondielocks is gagging, literally, to which the pleading man responds with a death glare.
Ridiculous as this seems, his declarations are pulling at my heart's strings. He's a manipulative guy and knows how to play me feelings to his drumbeat. Salty tears escape my ducts. Surveying the pain in his eyes, it all comes back to me. We're talking about half a decade of happiness, arguments, laughter, shouting, playing, fighting, passion, planning - he was the whole enchilada. The center of my universe. Can I really let all of that slip through my fingers because of a temper tantrum and a moment of anger? This is where you forgive him...
Twisting around to look at Phil, "Could you...um...leave us be?"
Shrugging, "Your wish is my command, beautiful. I'll be watching," he walks away reluctantly, mean-mugging Noah the entire way to the porch.
Soon as he's out of earshot, I direct my undivided attention to my ex,"Please stop embarrassing yourself, wipe your snot and get up," he stands up and I give him a moment to compose himself, "No mentire porque siempre te amare. Siempre. Aside from all that has gone done, I truly treasure the time we've spent together. Maybe it meant nothing to you but it was everything for me," I allow a moment for him to swallow what I've said and for the lump in my throat to disappear, "That said, I will never let myself crash like I did. You took me and turned me into your personal maid. Never again. I'd like think I deserve more that what you've given me," I point to my wounded eye, "It's over. I don't wish for any misfortunes to befall you but if they do...you deserve every bit," I walk over to a nearby bush and pick up something off of it. I can hear Phil's laughter in the background, "You can have this to remember what you've lost. Te amo, Noah, pero esto es el final. Adios," I drop the item at his feet and wheel around. Trying to conceal my tears, I walk over to my luggage and towards the door to Micks's residence. Freedom...
Halfway to my destination, my savior catches up to me with a triumphant grin plastered on his face, "Didn't think you had it in you..." he gazes at my grim expression and tilts my chin up, "Stand tall, don't cry for some jerk," he looks all around when he figures his motivational words aren't working. I guess comforting weeping women isn't his area of expertise, "You gonna be okay?"
The genuine concern in his eyes warms my heart, "I will be."
Shouting his lungs out, Noah threatens me, "It's not fucking over 'till I fucking say it is, you cunt bitch! Fucking puta piruja, I knew you was like that! I knew it! Watch yourself, eh! Watch yourself!" seconds later I hear a door slam close, tires screech, a car speed off, and then nothing but the cold wind dragging leaves off of trees and everywhere else. So much for the sob story.
ΔΔΔΔ
Safely tucked away, inside the house, Phil and I pile on the blankets that Micks's had previously utilized. We're lucky we don't have frostbite but Phil is like a human popsicle. Should've taken the sweater! I busy myself with the new dilemma, the cop car that has just pulled up in the neighbors-across-the-street's driveway. All I can make out is the pointing in our direction and a bunch of hand movements. Fucking Italianos...
Hastily closing the blinds, I act normal. The cop is shuffling his ass to the house. Worst case scenario would be he give us a ticket for littering, as my undergarments are still strewn all over the lawn. But it's private property so...I'm at a loss for why he's coming over. Fuck the 5-0!
"He come back or something?" asks Punk still shivering.
Shaking my head, "We're about to have a visitor in one...two..." the doorbell rings, "Three."
Heading over to the door, I breathe deeply and open it revealing a decent-looking officer by the name of James, "Sorry for the disturbance, ma'am, but I've been called on account of a marital dispute and I dropped by to see what's up."
A what? Marital? Smiling ever so sweetly, "I've no idea about what you're talking about, Mr. Police Officer."
True to the stereotype, he takes off his sunglasses to give me a distasteful look. Shades? It's one in the fucking morning, "Could you explain those bruises and that eye then?"
Laughing breathily, "It...it's nothing, really. My boy...ex-boyfriend he just got carried away. No bi-"
"What's going on?" asks Phil coming to my side, to my dismay.
The policeman eyeballs, almost setting a target, Phil with the most disgusted leer ever, "'What's goin' on'? Boy, you done this to this young lady?"
I facepalm in doing so irritating my battered eye. Punks laughs, "Look, copper, I know what this looks like but I di-"
"Save it, son. I been on the force for sixteen years, I done heard it all. How pathetic," the officer looks at me with pitiful eyes, "Sweetheart, I know it's hard to turn in someone you love so deeply but you can make a report. There's no need to prolong your suffering. Just say the word and I'll cuff this son of a bitch."
Phil opens his trap but I quickly slap a hand over his mouth, "No! No, no, no it's not like that...he...I...no-"
"Sweetheart, we're on your side. No need to protect this..." he points a finger at Punk, "scumbag. We've got laws that protect wo-"
"Scumbag?" says Punk audibly disgruntled, "Buddy, I haven't done jack-"
"Shut your damn mouth!"
"I have fucking rights, you prick, and I'm telling you that I haven't la-"
"And I'm telling you to shut your damn mouth, boy! I was talking to your girlfriend, punk."
The air is quite tense by now. Punk's flexing his muscles to calm himself but he's ready to sound off, "They don't call me 'Punk' for nothing..." he mumbles.
"What you say, boy?"
"I said-"
"He said that he has no reason to hit, as we don't really know each other. This is his sister's house and we're ju-"
"You, be quiet!" spit the frustrated cop.
Now it's my turn to blow the roof off this house, "No. You two shut the fuck up! I've had one bitch of a day and I'd motherfuckin' appreciate if you two idiots would leave me the fuck alone. No, I'd appreciate if you got your ass of this property and left it at that!" I shout back. People don't got any respect these days.
At my outbreak, Punks breaks out in fits of laughter as the police officer clenches his defined jaw, "Look, missy, keep your voice down. You're speaking to a figure of autho-"
"And I sure don't give a da-" Phil covers my mouth with his hands and I retaliate by biting the shit out of it.
He groans but keeps his hold, "Look, Mr. Officer, let's just let this slide. My girlfriend, here, is just going through a funk, they call it PMS..." he grunts at the sharp pain I inflict on his rib with my elbow, "We had a discussion in which some garments ended up on the lawn. Perhaps the neighbors were worried, but all was and is fine. The bruises she owns, she owns them proudly for she's an aspiring...uh...boxer," he ends off with a cheeky grin.
The officer flashes us a hateful glare and straightens up, "I will let this go. I have a wife I wanna go home to. Refrain from causing any more ruckus. Good fucking night!" and with that, he takes him stompy leave as Phil waves him off.
Once out of sight, closes and locks the door and lets me go, "Your girlfriend? PMS? Really?" I poke the dude roughly in the chest, "Really?"
Stomping over to the armchair, pissed out of my mind, I plop my ass down and grab a blanket and throw it over myself, "Marleene, I just saved your ass from a potential night spent in jail!"
"Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck you. I'm snoozing. Turn off the lights and...fuck you."
The man kicks shit around, throwing a bitch fit, before shutting off the lights and turning on the the TV, "I farted on that blanket, good night."
Cracking an eye open, "You what?" In my repulsion, I throw a bitch fit of my own before calming down, "If it weren't fucking Alaska, I'd burn this damn blanket, you prick ass troll."
"Yeah, goodnight and good morning to you too, beautiful."
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