“Am I still here? What does that mean?” he demanded. Anger and confusion waged a war on his face.
“I thought you would take off,” she said with a shrug.
“Why would I do that?” he snarled.
“Because that is what you did last time and the time before that. Look, I’m tired; I don’t want to do this anymore.” She gestured to him and back to herself as she spoke. “I don’t want to be us anymore.”
“There’s someone else,” he growled accusingly.
Before she could answer, he had her off her feet and pinned against the wall. She struggled but gave in; she willed the sheet to keep her covered.
“You better not be fucking someone else,” his words came out slowly, deliberate, it was a warning.
As if on cue her cell phone rang. Shit, she thought and closed her eyes.
“Who the fuck is calling you?” his hands found her neck and started to squeeze. She gagged and gasped for air but he continued to choke her. She felt the night get even darker. He had her off her feet and in the time it took for her to realize that she might die she remembered that she was still holding the empty beer bottle.
The bottle made a loud thud as it hit his skull. He dropped her like a rag doll. As he stood over her, little droplets of blood appeared on the white sheet but they were not hers.
He stumbled to her phone, looked at it and threw it at her. Before he could question her again she was on her feet.
“You don’t get to say another word and if you come near me again I will kill you.”
“Bitch,” he spat as he left.
Use a Gandhi quote to inspire you to throw a little conflict at your characters in the name of strong plot development.
The word limit was 300. Click here for more.It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.
Mahatma Gandhi
