“F” is for “Frankenstein”

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The first time that I truly saw Dex’s “Frankenstein” side was after a barbecue his boss threw for the entire staff. But let me backtrack…

When Dex came over to pick me up, he was quick to give me a disapproving once-over at what I was wearing.

“You’re not wearing that, are you? I don’t want you looking like some kind of nun the first time you meet my colleagues and my boss.”

Before I could even open my mouth, Dex was rifling through my closet, picking out another outfit for me – a more form-fitting sheer white blouse and capri pants. Then he shoved them at me.

“Babe, put this on. I want everyone to see just how hot my girlfriend is.”

I had already learned my lesson about getting him upset before going anywhere with him so I just put on the outfit and fumed on the inside. I was so upset at him that I kept quiet for the entire ride to his boss’ place. But you know what? Dex didn’t even acknowledge my silence and mood until we pulled up.

“Stop being a silly baby and drop the attitude. I don’t want you giving my work people the wrong idea,” is all he said as we got out of the car. Now that angered me even more but I wasn’t about to make a scene in public so I dutifully smiled and followed Dex around as he introduced me to his boss, colleagues and their significant others.

Coincidentally, Jake, an old high school classmate happened to be there and as we enjoyed reminiscing about old times, my mood lifted. Dex stiffly hovered around for a while as I chatted with Jake about who we were still in contact with from the old days. Then Dex disappeared. I lost all track of time laughing and catching up with Jake as I noticed Dex from a distance having a good old beer time with his buddies. We couldn’t have been there for more than a few hours when to my surprise, Dex reclaimed me and announced to everyone that we had to leave.

As we headed back to the car, Dex’s grip on my hand was so forceful that I demanded that he let go.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are we leaving?”

If Dex’s look could kill… “You are reason we’re leaving! How dare you fuckin’ embarrass me like that in front of everyone?”

It was only after he revved the engine and sped off at a high speed that I remembered that I’d seen him drinking more than a few beers.

“How many beers did you have? You shouldn’t be driving if you are drunk Dex!”

Dex gave the car more gas and sped up to merge onto the highway. “The only one around here acting like a drunk is you! Flirting and throwing yourself at that guy like that with me standing right there like an ass!”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at him! I haven’t seen him since high school and…”

“Instead of staying with me, you spent the entire time flirting with that jerk-off! You’re lucky that I didn’t make a scene. Did the two of you ever have sex?”

“What???!” The rate at which Dex was driving forced me to hang onto the passenger door handle. “The only one making a scene is you Dex! And whether or not we have ever slept together is none of your business! Calm down! Slow down!”

Dex simply floored the gas pedal this time, narrowly passing two cars on the highway as I screamed.

“It’s your fuckin’ fault that I’m this fuckin’ pissed! Do you really want me to slow this car down? Okay, I will! I’ll just ram it right into the median and slow us both down for good! How about that?”

I screamed as he wrenched the steering wheel to the left and veered the car directly towards the median…

Continuation: G is for “Gaslight”

All Rights Reserved ©2018 Marquessa Matthews. 

35 thoughts on ““F” is for “Frankenstein””

  7. mandibelle16

    Wow what a freak. It change the locks and cut off contact right then. If I had problems, I have some me husky guy friend who would Hull is ass away. Great writing though. I hate Dex.

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  11. Marquessa, you’ve done a great job with this. I was sitting in my seat almost clinging to the sides by my fingertips. I have been in a car when someone has freaked out like that. Not out of jealously, but more of a mental health moment and it was terrifying. All I could really do was wait for the moment to subside. Not a bad person, but someone needing help.
    xx Rowena

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    1. Sorry that you’ve had that feeling like Cara….that feeling of your mind racing a mile a minute wondering how you got yourself into that situation? Debating if you should open the car door and risk hurting yourself? Your heart racing so fast that you think it is going to jump out of your chest? Not good feelings at all.

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  13. sarahbutland

    I am absolutely flabbergasted at your ability to write daily fiction based on a letter! I’ve been making my posts more personal and general but feel inspired to challenge myself to tackle May Fiction A to Z!

    Thanks for your spark,

    Sarah Butland
    author of Arm Farm, Fill in the Blank Letters and more!

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    1. Thanks for the feedback Sarah. But don’t be too flabbergasted. I simply decided on the “words” related to my Power and Control theme and am sort of winging it with the story. Crossing my fingers that I can keep the intensity going.

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  18. I’m almost afraid I’m going to have to stop reading after this one. The amount of anger welling up in me has nowhere to go, but then, I don’t want to miss anything, either.

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