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Kassandra kept her back to the whiny drone of her boyfriend, digging her hands deeper into the suds. Finally the line “If you loved me, you would …” pushed her over the edge into interrupting his self-serving pleading.
“Stop! Just stop the fuck right there.” She said shaking the bubbles from her hands into the sink before grabbing the towel.
She turned around to see Dewayne’s startled expression. At least he had stopped talking.
“Do you know the last I heard that line ‘If you loved me’?” Kassandra asked as she threw the towel aside. “Two hours ago … at the grocery store. You son tried to pull that on me to give him candy. No way was I going to deal with him on a sugar high right before bed. He threw himself on the ground in a tantrum after I said no – should I expect that next?”
Dewayne’s handsome face twisted in anger. He was model beautiful, although he was beginning to run towards fat. “You don’t fucking love me!”
Kassandra rolled her eyes. “Damn, how did I know that was the next thing you were going to say? It’s déjà vu.” She muttered to the heavens as she went into their bedroom and grabbed Dewayne’s backpack. “At least Terrell comes by it honestly.” She started grabbing his clothes from the floor and shoving it in the bag.
Following her into the bedroom, Dewayne asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Doing what I should have done years ago,” Kassandra explained, “kicking you the fuck out.”
She shoved the backpack into his chest. She was relieved when his arms circled around it. He had never hit her, but she had never kicked him out before. Immediately she went for her purse and cell phone.
“Now leave.” She said as she started to dial with one hand while using the other hand to push him towards the front door of the apartment.
Always one to have the last word, Dewayne yelled, “I hate you.” as he went down the apartment stairs. Several other curses and mostly inaccurate descriptions about her sexual habits continued until the apartment’s foyer door slammed shut.
Hearing the other end answer, Kassandra closed the door and leaned on it. “Yes, Mr. Nguyen. Could you come by and change the locks on my door?”
“I’lll be right up.” Kassandra heard the click as her landlord disconnected.
(words 400 – first publication 12/23/2013)
THE FLASH WHICH INSPIRED HONESTLY
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