Fighting.

She just sighs, shaking her head as tears spill down her cheeks. He complains that she isn’t there enough, yet he gets up and walks into the bedroom, grabbing his book just to get away from her.

She runs her fingers through her soft, short, blonde hair. Her heart races with the mere idea of everything being over. She wouldn’t be able to overcome that. She doubted that she would be able to exist in any way shape or form without him. That was the love of her life, the only man that she wanted to marry.

Yes, there is an age difference. Yes, there are going to be hard times between the two. However, she can see why he’s mad at her. This isn’t the first time, or the second time. This is the third time. This could make or break the couple. The sad fact of the matter is that it was an accident. Well, that and it all started with a mere cheeseburger. How can a fight that lasts for days start with a cheeseburger?

She is texting her father, because she knows that he will have his phone on him at all times. He invites her to go with her family for a little bit. She agrees. Sobbing and crying is not going to help her put up with his bullshit. If he wants to talk, she’ll be there to listen, at least that’s what she tells herself.

She tells him that she’s going to be with her parents and he just rolls his eyes and acknowledges that she was going to leave. Her heart breaks just a little bit more. She makes it out the door before the sobs overcome her. She made her way out to the parking lot and lights a cigarette, taking a deep drag. She begins to break down completely. She begins to sob so loud that her neighbors begin to stare at her in confusion. She waves them off, giving up on it completely.

She looks to her left and she sees that her father driving her mother’s car to come and get her. She nods and sighs in disbelief of everything that’s happening to her. How could she have done this to the man that she loved? How could she have hurt him and been so hurt by him in return. It hadn’t been intentional whatsoever.

He hops out of the car and rubs her back, telling her to hold on for a second as they rearrange the seating in the SUV for her and her two younger sisters to sit in their own individual seats. She jumps in the car and her mother looks at her. “Are you going to be crying all night?” she asks. “No, mom. I’ll stop here pretty soon. I just need a few minutes.”

She leans her head back and wonders if things will ever be okay again. She hopes and prays to anything in the skies above her that things will. She doesn’t want to lose the love of her life over her own stupidity.

Fighting.

Bri Preston

Joined February 2009

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Fighting. how it affects the girl who is at fault.

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