Let go, don't fall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
One of you has to let go. Let it be them so you don't have to fall.

Submitted: January 19, 2014

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Victoria looked deep into Damiens topaz eyes. She drank in their colour, smiled defiantly, turned and walked away.

Her heels clacked on the cold stone floor as she tired to keep a steady pace down the dimly lit corridor, she reached for the door handle but her hand was crushed as her hips crashed into the wood. She gasped as her other hand was pinned behind her back and she felt his hot breath on her ear.

"Not smiling now are you?"

Victoria began to giggle, before erupting into uncontrollable laughter. She knew it would anger him, but the situation was so familiar that there was no need to fear.

He kicked her legs apart and pushed his bony body against her back, it seemed as though they were both enjoying this.

"Stop laughing you little Bitch."

She felt him loosen his grip on her arm and took her opportunity. In the months since he had abandoned her, Victoria had taken up Martial Arts for this predictiable moment. She pulled her arm out of his grip and raised her left leg for a perfect roundhouse kick. Damien stumbled back and fell onto the floor clutching his side.

Victoria stood above him and placed the heel of her red stiletto in between his legs and applied a firm pressure.

"You think you are so much better than me with your fancy house, your perfect life, your perfect wife, but you can't ignore the real you. The real me. We are just the same, two of a kind, peas in a pod, fucks on a bedpost. You will never change. As much as you hate me for who i am, i hate you for who you pretend to be. I thought we would be able to just carry on where we left off, i thought i could jump on you like i have so many times before. You said honesty was the best policy, so swallow this...."

Victoria pushed her foot down a little harder on Damien's crotch, fear flashed thought his eyes.

"You might be the cheeky chappy, with what looks like a heart of gold on the outside, but your heart is cracked, black and it stinks. I don't believe a word that comes from your filth ridden tounge. I might be a stone but at least i don't try to hide it, It's people like you which make me harden.

So go and play happy families, make babies, dance on the grey water logged clouds but don't come back into my life to drag me down with you. It's been.... eye opening knowing you, or should i say knowing of you."

Vitoria jammed her foot down and watched Damien wince in pain, she pulled her leg out from between his clenched thighs and walked out of the door with her head heald high and with out a second glance.

 

 

 

 


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