Day
Twenty-Three: Wednesday
Twenty-Third
Challenge: Arguing
Author’s
Note: Under a “Read More” for A’s mouth. And Matt’s.
Let’s just
say a lot of screaming and swearing takes place.
His sullen blue eyes watched as she paced the
living room, holding a hot mug of coffee in her hand as she talked on the
phone, face scrunched up in deep thought. Matt couldn’t understand it. She was
more closed off, busier than ever – and it had been a week already. He thought
it couldn’t be worse, not until she would come home in the late nights and
leave in the early mornings, with him left behind as he worried for her safety.
He knew she was trying. It was just he wondered if he even tried hard enough.
She sighed and continued to talk, most likely to
Touta, sipping from her mug and frowning, pacing and walking, not meeting his
gaze even once. He didn’t like it. Matt didn’t like being ignored. He tried to
speak up but she held up a finger to silence him, her voice growing frustrated
as she spoke to the man on the line, trying to convince them that their current
plan wasn’t good enough.
He wasn’t able to even kiss and hug her as much,
not to mention the lack of intimacy. This unsettled him. A frustrated sigh of
his own escaped his lips as he watched her, and soon, he got off the couch with
a few muttered words she probably didn’t catch. His steps faded away and he
went to the kitchen, turning on the exhaust and taking out a pack of cigarettes
as well as his lighter from his back pocket of his dark jeans. He lit a
cigarette and smoked, slowly letting out his irritation through the smoke that
was soon sucked in, into the exhaust that hovered above him.
From the kitchen, the ginger could hear her
footsteps. Back and forth, and then she most likely sat down on a couch. Her
footsteps had stopped. One drag turned into two, and Matt found himself smoking
his second cigarette. The talking eventually stopped, and he heard her groan
from the living room.
“Don’t you even think of drinking,” he called with
a slight edge in his voice.
“I wasn’t planning to,” she grumbled, walking into
the kitchen and grabbing a glass. He watched silently as she went to the
fridge, pulling out a carton of mango juice. “I’d stop that if I were you
thought,” she muttered under her breath, putting both items onto the smooth
black surface of the counter.
“Excuse me?”
She looked up slowly, a little surprised at his
reaction.
“Excuse me what?”
“Repeat that.” he put out the cigarette and threw
it into the trash can, crossing his arms and giving her a look. Not the look
wherein he tried to send her a hidden message, or a look where she was clueless
and he wanted her to know what he really meant. This was a look, a real look
where he looked irritated, pissed even.
And she didn’t know why.
“You go rattling about my drinking while you smoke
the living hell out of that thing,” she pointed at the cigarette pack he held,
her eyes a shade darker. “I hardly think that’s fair. So let me drink and I’ll
let you have a smoke.” She turned and started walking to the liquor cabinets
above the sink, but his next words stopped her.
When she heard him, she froze and turned to him, her
mouth set to an angry glare at her eyebrows raised. “Say that again, Matt. I
dare you.”
His irritation was at its peak.
So was hers.
“Say what?”
“You know what you said!” she snapped, the alcohol
seemingly forgotten. “About me and my drinking. You know you said it, goddamn
it, and say it to my bloody face instead of saying it to my back! My eyes are
up here!”
“FINE! I can’t believe I’m living with a fucking
alcoholic who can’t help but drink herself shitless all day and night – it’s
like taking care of an addict, I swear to God – and don’t you give me that
look, Ari!”
His outburst made her stagger back the slightest
bit.
Her mouth was slightly open, eyes blinking rapidly
to stop the tears. She swallowed thickly and gritted her teeth, trying to find
at least something to say to him.
“…fuck you.”
“What?”
“Fuck. You.” She said it slowly, voice dripping with
resentment. “Fick Dich, Matt. Do I
need to say it in another language for you to understand?! FUCK YOU. Screw you
for even saying that, I can’t believe you even said that!” her voice grew
higher, and she was soon screaming at him, all control over her emotions lost. It
soon turned into an angry string of German, and Matt could only catch the words
you son of a bitch, screw you, and a
lot of other expletives he didn’t even bother translating.
“Well, FUCK YOU TOO!” he yelled back.
“Fuck you for being such a clingy bitch, fuck you
for crying and sobbing when I came back – God, it was like I died or
something!” he roared back, going red in the face. “I bet you whored yourself
out to Touta – to Peters, even when I was gone, don’t even try to deny it, you
ungrateful BITCH! You don’t even spend time with me because of your
God-forsaken job, do you even know how much worry you’re causing me? Do you?”
Tears leaked down her face as she stared at him, unable
to absorb what he just said except for the single word: ungrateful. Emotions slammed into her and she started sobbing, yelling
back at him and cursing him to the grave, swearing at him and hurling every
insult she could think off.
Matt took one look at her tear-stricken face and
blanched, feeling regret.
“Ari, wait –”
He tried to move closer, to pull her close and
apologize, but all he could feel next was a slap to the face. He blinked and
slowly lifted his hand numbly, touching his stinging cheek.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Baby,” he tried once more, but was silenced at the
sight of her walking off.
For once, Matt didn’t stop her.
He didn’t move an inch as she walked out of the
house.
He didn’t move when the door slammed.
When the motorcycle zoomed away from the house was
when he sunk down, clutching at his head and wondering where it all went wrong.
She rode over to a friend’s house, crying silently and
parking. She stumbled off the motorcycle and went up the stairs weakly, knocking
on the door of the man’s apartment and shaking from head to toe. Once the door
opened, he immediately took her in at the sight of her, not daring to ask what
had just happened.
In two different areas, two different things
happened.
Matt listened as Matsumoto scolded him for what he
did.
Ari sobbed into Touta’s shoulder as he attempted to
comfort her.
The broken couple could only think of the same
thing.
I’m sorry.
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