The Facebook Breakup, Part 5
More Foul Language Here. Continued from Part 4...She didn’t come all the way in. She stood by the door in my long narrow hall, part blocked by my bike and part blocked by her lack of recognition.
I put on a coat, put my wallet in my pocket, grabbed two bottles of water and her bag.
“Here’s your bag,” I said, handing it to her. “And a water.”
“I don’t want a water,” she said. “I’m not taking your water. Why would you do this to me? You are such a f--ing bitch. You’re such a c--.”
“I’m trying to help you,” I said.
“I should have known this was going to happen,” she said. “I should have known you were like this,” she said, based on nothing I could imagine other than the lost fake id, or maybe that whole abandonment issue.
“Ok,” I said, unsure of what to do, wanting to take care of her.
“Get away from me,” she said. We were still in the hallway. “You’re such a f--ing bitch. I can’t believe you would do this to me,” she said, punching me in the jaw.
The impact pushed me back but I was already close to a wall.
“You’re such a c--,” she said, taking another swing, and another, and another. I was trapped by the wall and my confusion. Mostly she was hitting my side, but one caught the top of my face.
“Ok,” I said, finally reaching around her to more fully open the door that had not been closed. “You can go.”
She was probably still cursing me when she exited but I was too stunned to hear. I’d never been hit in the face before. She’d gotten my shoulder too, and part of my arm in her quick pounding.
I took a breath.
“I’m trying to help you,” I said.
“I should have known this was going to happen,” she said. “I should have known you were like this,” she said, based on nothing I could imagine other than the lost fake id, or maybe that whole abandonment issue.
“Ok,” I said, unsure of what to do, wanting to take care of her.
“Get away from me,” she said. We were still in the hallway. “You’re such a f--ing bitch. I can’t believe you would do this to me,” she said, punching me in the jaw.
The impact pushed me back but I was already close to a wall.
“You’re such a c--,” she said, taking another swing, and another, and another. I was trapped by the wall and my confusion. Mostly she was hitting my side, but one caught the top of my face.
“Ok,” I said, finally reaching around her to more fully open the door that had not been closed. “You can go.”
She was probably still cursing me when she exited but I was too stunned to hear. I’d never been hit in the face before. She’d gotten my shoulder too, and part of my arm in her quick pounding.
I took a breath.
The Facebook Breakup, Part 6 to be released Wednesday.
she does sound charming, really ...
Posted by: karina | February 08, 2010 at 10:41 AM