Post Thirty-Two: Cause And Effect

Morgan

Karma.

There's no other way about it.

I let her drink copious amounts of alcohol, even though I knew she hadn't eaten much. I even challenged her at times to drink more. I knew she was slipping during the night, I saw the flutter of her eyes, heard the slur of her voice. Yet I didn't do anything.

Instead I used her intoxication to try to draw secrets from her, things she hadn't wanted to share with me. I could see how uncomfortable she was and I pressed her anyway. I behaved like a jealous boyfriend.

I acted like a complete arse.

Then, to make matters worse, Elli was completely apologetic the entire time she was sick. Pushing me away, pleading for forgiveness. Can you imagine? Apologizing for the being ill? I suppose it was a bit of a self-inflicted illness. But she didn't mean to, it was completely unintentional. How could she be at fault for that?

I watched her while she was curled up in pain, wincing as I patted her forehead with a cold cloth. Brushing me off. I didn't know what to do, I only knew how I would want someone to take care of me if I were in her position. All I wanted was to make her feel better, make the pain go away. I couldn't even think of being mad when she felt so horrible.

But according to cause and effect, there was still more I deserved. As I got up to get her more water, I heard someone burst through the door. At first I thought it was Natalie, finally stumbling home. I was so wrong.

“Who the fuck are you?” Paul nearly yelled.

“I'm Morgan Clery,” I told him, calmly closing the fridge.

“What are you doing in my girlfriend's place?” He demanded.

“Listen, Elli is really sick,” I explained, trying to move up closer to the front door, “could you try to lower your voice.”

I really wished I wasn't in my underwear.

“Yeah, she's so sick from fucking you for the past week,” Paul countered, rolling his eyes.

“Listen mate, I don't really know what to tell you. You broke up, she's an adult. You really need to get over it,” tactfully put. I'm sure he won't take offense to that.

“Get over it?” He was fuming, “GET OVER IT?”

“I just mean...”

“Wait a second, I know you...you're that fucking douchebag from that show her and Nat used to watch. Oh that's just wonderful,” he mulled, “utter piece of shit, if you ask me.”

“Luckily, I didn't.”

“Listen you little cunt,” he retorted, forcefully pointing at me with his finger, “you have absolutely no say when it comes to Elli, and I'm going to see her right fucking now.”

“And I'm telling you, she's really sick,” I moved closer to him. I'd never been in a fight before, I mean, one that wasn't staged. But I figured this guy needed a good punch in the face.

“Paul?” I heard Elli's weak voice sound from beside us.

We both turned to see her standing there, a blanket wrapped around her naked body, completely shocked.

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