That Should Be Me
Daryl had been in town for a few days now. He'd had to leave, had to get out, had to get some space, clear his head. He and Beth had had a really bad fight and it had gotten to the point where the cops had to be called because the neighbors were afraid someone was going to get hurt. He'd been back for a few days and all he could hear were people whispering when he was around. Apparently, while he'd been away, Beth had found someone knew.
He hadn't seen them until today. They were across the street at Mrs. Betty's sitting outside while they ate. He was across the street, leaning against the bar and smoking. He wondered if this little bitch, Zach, loved her the way Daryl did. He wanted to go over and ask Beth if she forgot about all the plans they made to get married, to get out of this shit hole of a town. He sure as hell did and it was killing him to see her with another guy. He'd really fucked up this time.
He cornered her later that night when she was alone. "I need to know if there's anything worth fighting for," he told her. "This is killing me; I hurt all the fucking time." He shook his head. "That should be me, holding you, kissing you, making you laugh and blush, not that little prick with a pathetic excuse for a truck."
Beth looked up at him. "You left, Daryl. Not me." She pushed away from him and walked off.
Daryl swore and punched the wall as she left him. Someway, somehow, he was going to make this right.