Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Hot – Part 3 – #amwriting #fiction

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I could feel the tears forming behind my eyes but I refused to let them flow. My brain knew that I had done the right thing but my heart didn’t agree. He got up from the bed and stared down at me like I was a total stranger.

I had never, ever seen him so angry at me before.

“You had a choice. And you made the wrong one.”

We looked at each other for a long, awkward moment.

I knew what he was going to do. I hoped that whatever he had indulged in last night had completely worn off because the fire escape was pretty steep on a good day. Then again, a nasty spill would slow him down and he’d be forced to stay and face the music.

The yelling and banging stopped but now we heard the jingling of keys trying to unlock the door. I made one last attempt to reason with him.

“Your family loves you and it’s only 90 days. If you don’t want to do it for them or for yourself, do it for me. Please. ”

And this maybe baby.

He grabbed his jacket from the chair and shook his head so hard that I thought he’d get dizzy.

“For you? What a joke! No one knew that I was here except for you. I don’t know what’s worse, them cutting off the money or you calling them. You all just want to control me and that’s not going to happen.”

He was halfway through the bedroom door.

“If you leave know, don’t even think about calling me again to rescue you like I did last night! Do you hear me?”

I didn’t even recognize my own voice as the words spewed out of my mouth. Not even my anger could reign him in anymore.

Didn’t he know his choice could color the rest of my future?

No.

And even if he did, was he even stable enough to grasp the complexity of it all?

The wrong decision in this moment would directly ripple into any decision I would have to make.

And if he made the right decision, I wouldn’t have the luxury of waiting 90 days to see how the situation would pan out.

If I was right, I’d have to make a decision in a matter of weeks. On my own.

“I hear you, loud and clear babe.”  His eyes were cold and his voice controlled. “And you can go to hell with the rest of them.”

And before I could say another word, he was gone.

To be continued January 22, 2016

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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10 thoughts on “Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Hot – Part 3 – #amwriting #fiction

  1. Pingback: Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Hot – Part 2 – #FlashFiction | Simply Marquessa

  2. Excellent work! And, forgive me I’m days late reading this. It’s difficult writing an argument and keeping it going and then winding it down. But you work it like a pro. If I think of some ideas for Part 4, I’ll throw in some keywords. 👍🏽

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  3. Pingback: Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Hot – Part 4 – #FlashFiction | Simply Marquessa

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