Lil-Angel78

Why don’t you punch me in the stomach,
and slap me across the face?
It might hurt a little less,
than leaving me like this.

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The night was dark. Really dark. The street they were driving on was not lit with orange city lamps.

It was quiet…well, almost. Some slow cheesy song was playing on low volume on the radio. Little snowflakes rested on the window her head was leaning on.
He drove quietly, eyes staring at the snowstorm ravaging their surroundings. Damn, was it dark.
She didn’t know how he was seeing in front of him. He didn’t need to. She didn’t know the street, but something told her it was straight…straight, and long.

When he spoke, it ripped the silence apart. Her heart actually leaped. His voice was deep, and it would have been sensual under different circumstances.

“Are you cold?”

She wanted to say yes. She was cold…her fingertips were ice and she was shivering lightly.

“No, she said, wrapping her arms around her like a quilt, I’m fine.”

He didn’t believe her. He leaned over and turned on the heater, and soon hot air began travelling through the air vents.

“Put your hands there, he said slowly, grabbing her left hand and placing it over the air vent
- I told you I wasn’t cold.
-Your hands are freezing…
-Shut up…don’t act like you know how I’m feeling. I told you I was fine.”

He sighed loudly. Too loudly. Quickly, he shut off the heater. For the next couple of minutes, none of them spoke. The darkness hung around them.
Then, looking deeply angered, he hit the brakes, hard enough for her head to hit the window.

“What the fuck?! she yelled, eyes wide open in fright

He didn’t say a word. He stared ahead, both hands making a fist, knuckles white, breathing heavily.

- What the hell is the matter with you? she yelled again. You hurt me!

He replied with sarcasm, but his voice was laced with deep melancoly

- Oh…I hurt you, eh? Well I’m sorry Val…I’m really really sorry I hurt you. But what about how you’re hurting me? does that not matter? or is this all very unimportant to you?”

God, was it dark outside.
She pushed open her door and slammed it shut. She began walking, there, on the street, in the darkness. He got out of the car, screamed at her, his voice barely audible under the rippling sound of the storm.

“Where the hell are you going?

-I’m sick of it! I’m sick of you always pretending like I’m the little faulty one. How about all those fucking lies you spat in my face? How about how much you mean to me, and how much it fucking HURTS when you step on me like I’m nothing?

- BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING!

- What?!

-No…No, i didn’t mean that. Val, come back…come back…I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

She was jogging now, tears streaming down her face. Her nose was frozen. Her hands were shaking, and her tears formed little icy crystals on her cheeks. “I’m nothing, I’m nothing” she kept telling herself.

All of a sudden, she felt a force pushing her forward from behind. He had tackled her, and now he was lying on top of her, looking her deep into her eyes. She didn’t feel the snow, she didn’t feel the cold. The only light was of his car, and all she could see was his dark dark eyes glaring into her soul.

- Don’t ever leave me like that again…

- Let me go. I’m sick of it, I’m sick of you.

She struggled under his weight, but he was forcing her down. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel panicked; just a deep desire to leave him.

- It came out wrong…I…you know I love you.

- No, I don’t. I never did, and I never will. I can’t believe I actually thought you were something. Fuck you.

She was crying again now, choking on her own tears.

-Fuck you, she said again, and again.

Her body went limp, she didn’t feel the strength to struggle anymore.
She layed there, head to the side, eyes staring at something that wasn’t there.
His lips were on her neck, and he kissed her smooth skin there, slowly.

She finally managed to push him off her, and she ran as fast as she could.
The road was long…straight and long.

He didn’t see her, and didn’t know where she was…it was dark down there, it had always been. He had never been able to find her, and who she was and tonight wasn’t any different.

He loved her.
But God, was it dark.

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