pushing you....#5

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
5th installment to the "meeting you" series

Submitted: February 05, 2009

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i need to see you.

i just got off work, i have to cook, do laundry, then pass out.

but...i really need to see you. i didn't like the tone of your voice, it was disconcerting. it was somehow colder than normal.

um, well, okay. where do you want to meet? my palms broke out in a sweat. i hada bad feeling and i usually listened to the insistent, annoying voice in my gut.

you were sitting on the chair in the motel room. not the bed. this was bad. i closed the door and started to walk over to you. you raised a pale hand, never meeting my eyes. i sat, literally, on the edge of the bed.

there was silence between us for perhaps the first time ever. it was unsettling, my stomach seized and i felt like i'd either vomit or shit, breaking the silence in a most unflattering way.

so?

well, i uh, i've... your voice finished itself. i wasn't sure what to think. i wanted to slap you into consciousness, into telling me what was going on. my stomach couldn't handle it much longer.

well WHAT? i hadn't meant to yell and i didn't fully realize i had yelled until you flinched. you turned your head away from me and pointed it at the ugly, generic landscape painting on the wall.

i've met someone.

the words reverberated and pounded in my head, an instant headache bloomed, my stomach changing into a lead weight. the room swirled for a minute, i could've sworn i was sick from alcohol. i got up, dizzy, then sat back down again and put my head in my hands. you stayed motionless which angered me.

what the fuck... was all i could muster from between my fingerswhich had risen to my face, attempting to hide the pain you were causing me.

i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. i love you. i loved you...but...it just was too difficult with your baggage. you began to rise from your spot on the chair. instinctively, probably from the drunk feeling i had, i jumped up and pushed you down, back into the chair. you looked up at me in shock as your body was thrown back.

like you have no baggage. like you should be talking about baggage. fury was rising in me like a thermometer, i could feel my face getting hot.


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