Post Thirty-Three: Standing My Ground
- Britany le Fay
- Jun 1, 2016
- 2 min read
Elli
“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
“What am I doing here!? What is HE doing here?” Paul screamed.
“Well, if you can't figure that out, then I can't help you,” I sighed. Morgan stifled a laugh.
“I am in no mood for this Elli, seriously,” Paul warned.
“We are broken up, or did you forget again?” I said, “this is getting ridiculous. You cheated on me, remember? There is no 'we'. You need to stop this.”
I was so lightheaded. No matter how serious I wanted to sound, I knew everything came out sapless.
“Oh, is that how you recall things?”
“Please just go,” I shuddered.
Morgan noticed my shiver and came over putting his arm around me. I would've thought he was a lot colder than me. I really wished he wasn't in his underwear.
“I may have cheated on you, but what about what you did to me?” Paul began, “fucking every guy you work with, keeping them real close. Lying to me. Leading me on. Calling off our engagement an hour into the party!”
He was so bitter, his teeth clenched in anger. It was frightening.
“I...” I glanced over at Morgan, who was seemingly unaffected by Paul's words.
“Is that what this is all about? Are you screwing this guy to get money, to use him too, all for your 'work'?”
“No...of course not...it's not even...” I tried to explain.
“I think you need to leave now,” Morgan interjected.
“You think you could make me leave?” Paul glared.
“Well, I'm certainly not just going to stand here and listen to you insult Elli,” Morgan retorted.
“This is my fucking apartment!” I finally yelled mustering up all the energy I could, “I say who goes and stays. Paul, you have no right to barge in here like this. If you come back here without my permission, I will call the cops on you. I'm sorry. But you've given me no other option.”
Paul stared at me, his negative aura oozing into my soul. I kept eye contact with him, glaring back. Standing my ground.
“Fine, whatever,” he turned for the door, “fucking whore.” He slammed the door behind him as he left.
I sat down on the couch, sighing. Morgan followed me, trying to give me a smile. I put some of my blanket over him and he helped me cover us, pulling me closer to him.
“Do...you...want to talk about it?” He offered.
“Um, do you?”
“Well...last night, you did say...about things bothering you, and how if I was going to think about it, you would tell me.”
“I did, didn't I?” I grinned, but it was hapless.
“But you don't have to.”
I exhaled deeply, thinking about how much I could keep from him at this point.
“Okay, I'll try to explain it...” I started.
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