*I watched a TV show which followed a similiar story line and I wanted to re-construct it*
‘You cheating bitch!’
The empty car park echoed my words, and rolled them through the still cool air like grey smoke.
She stepped forward and tried to put her arms around my waist, but I grabbed her hands and threw them off me, still yelling.
‘No, don’t touch me! Fuck off bitch!’
I turned sharply and walked away from her, listening to her lies fling off my back.
‘Wait, I do love you. I’m sorry, Baby. Baby!’
Her hands grabbed my hand, flung me around, and then held my face. She looked into my eyes before I could wring my head out of her reach.
‘No, fuck off! Leave me alone, bitch. You don’t love me or you wouldn’t have done this fucking shit to me! You don’t love me! Fuck off!’
The gravel grated under my shoes. I tried to get out of her reach but everytime I turned around she was there, so beautiful – lying to my face.
‘What the fuck! You still following me bitch? Fuck off, bitch.’
‘No, wait! Baby, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Baby!’
She stopped chasing me as I swung around and faced her.
The car park wasn’t empty anymore. I watched her appear from behind a single car.
‘What the fuck! Is this the bitch you cheated with? You fucking bitch, you cheated with my friend?’
My head was in a blur – I was so angry my eyes were too sharp, the opposite of blurring over.
I screamed at my friend and pointed at my girlfriend.
‘You want this bitch? Have her! Get her the fuck away from me! I worshipped the fucking ground she walked on! D’you know that bitch? She was my fucking idol!’
She came back with an equal fury.
‘I worship the ground she walks on now! She’s not yours anymore. Deal with it someplace else, girl!’
‘Hey, stop it! I’m sorry, Baby!’
She walked over to my friend and held her in her arms, kissing her like she did to me once. The beautiful irony of life seeped into me and I looked away.
I wasn’t stopped as I left the car park. I wasn’t stopped when I walked onto the bridge. And no body stopped me from watching the last of my air bubbles rise up to the surface of the river.
