“We are not finished…we can’t leave it like this. You are going to finally hear me out, whether you want to or not,” he grits out, kicking the door closed with his heel.
Rolling my eyes, I step out from behind the counter. “You know what? I’m pretty Goddamn sick of men thinking they decide what I can, and can’t do today. Fact of the matter is, I don’t have to do a Goddamn thing when it comes to you. This is my home, and I don’t want you here. Now fuck off, for good.”
“Not until we talk-”
“We have nothing to talk about…now get the fuck out…”
My fists clench at my side. That buzzing I get when I’m enraged begins to strum through me, with everything starting to feel surreal. I barely even see Eric standing there, as my vision begins to take a red tint.
You didn’t even come today. I fucking hate you for it. I put perfume on and made myself look nice but you never showed up. I mean I love dressing up for myself but who am I kidding. I wanted to see you. Fuck I really wanted to see you, but you didn’t come. I rehearsed lines of what I was going to say and planned exactly how it was going to go and all you had to do was show up. Fuck you. I hate you. I don’t even know you but I hate you. You make me so angry. Goodbye.
I love that Taylor is performing on SNL next week cause like she’s gonna be going from singing about a guy named Joe who broke up with her on the phone to singing about a guy named Joe who’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene loves her like she’s brand new