Brionie nursed the cup of boiling tea in her cold hands. Sniffing, she threw the hair out of her eyes and made her way to the lounge room. A crack of thunder made her jump and she smiled giddily. She loved storms. A flash of lightning, and another smile broke out across her face. She plonked herself on the sofa, bringing her knees up to her chest, and stared out the window. From her view she could see half the city – the street lights, traffic lights and house lights becoming all but a smattering blur due to the violent rain crashing against her window.
She took a moment to blow on her tea, knowing fully well it didn’t cool it down before taking a tentative sip. The milky, slightly sweet brew hit her tongue and warmed her to the bones. Sighing, she stretched her lithe body out to its full extent – although the two sizes two big micro fleece jumper and daggy old jeans did nothing for her, she felt completely at home.
Suddenly, she heard a huge thumping at the front door and Brionie turned to look at it. It was 7 ‘o’ clock on a Tuesday night. It was storming heavily – who on earth would be out in this kind of weather? The loud banging woke Brionie out of her thoughts and she scrambled to the door. Yanking it open, Kyle’s dripping wet face greeted her.
“Kyle? What are you doing here?” Brionie asked incredulously.
Kyle stood inside, closing the door behind him. “I miss you,” he said quietly.
Brionie’s heart skipped a beat. “Get out,” she said, her temper rising.
“Please, Bree,” Kyle pleaded. “Listen to me.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“I love you,” he said firmly. “You have to listen to me.”
“No. No, I don’t,” Brionie said, her voice wavering. “No you don’t.”
Kyle reached for her, but she pushed him away. He looked at her, and his heart clenched. She’d never looked more beautiful to him, than now. His eyes skimmed over her hair hastily pony-tailed on her head, to the baggy clothes which skimmed over her breasts. He looked at her face, and saw the tears begin to form around her beautiful eyes. Something inside of Kyle splintered, and he wanted to hold her, desperately.
“Baby,” he said. “I’m sorry. Please – ”
“I said get out,” Brionie said, wiping away at the tears which were threatening to course down her face.
Kyle started to move toward her again, but Brionie slapped him, fair across the jaw mustering all the strength she had.
“Get out!” she screamed. “You’re just like all the rest. Leave me the f*ck alone!”
Anger coursed through her veins like a drug, fuelling her rage and channelling all her pent up feelings into raw strength. She let out a wail, and pushed Kyle outside back into the intense storm. Slamming the door, she backed up against it, a fresh set of waves staining her cheeks. Sobbing, she slid onto the floor, unable to control her self any longer. For the first time in a long time, Brionie cried.
* * *
Kyle leaned on the door, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. Brionie had pushed him back outside, her face pallid with anger and bitterness. He cursed. Squinting, Kyle flinched as another streak of lightning illuminated the sky. He could still hear Brionie sobbing from inside, but he didn’t dare knock again. He pushed back his sopping wet hair from his face, and slid onto the ground. Shivering, Kyle held his head in his hands. He was wrong. He was cold, wet, and alone. For the first time in his life, Kyle didn’t know how to fix the problem he had created.
AN: I don't know if I should continue this. I tend to get stuck with beginnings, but I really liked this one. What did you think?
