Two for the Show 5

Hope everyone is staying safe and doing what they can. If you find yourself needing alone time, closets and bathrooms are some of the best places to go.

Rose B.

Two for the Show

5

    The smell of baked goods greets me as I walk through the door to my apartment. Becky, with her curly hair tied back, hovers around me as I drop my bag on the kitchen table, "Are you sure you're okay?"

    I smile at her, "Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine, Becky, honestly."

    "If you say so," she pauses, thinking about her next words, "I saw Alec in the middle of campus, people will start talking again."

    "It's alright, the people who were talking about it in my classes don't remember who he was dating. I guess that's one good thing about having a boyfriend who sleeps around."

    Becky looks at the ground and shifts her weight from foot to foot, "Do you...do you think he might mean the apology this time, Rachel?"

    "No," I pull notebooks out of my backpack, "if he was truly sorry, he had plenty of time to change his ways when we were together. I'm done being manipulated. This time I won't give in."

    I sit down at the table and start on homework while Becky finishes baking. Neither one of us talking until Becky breaks the silence, "Claire is arranging a get together for those of us that live in the apartment complex. Do you want to come with me?"

    I think for a moment. I wasn't attached to Alec anymore; I could go out by myself, "Is that why you're baking?"

    "Yes, I know you don't like group events, but you seemed to enjoy the party last night, and no one recognized you. Maybe you'll like this too."

    I set down my pencil and look ar her. She's watching me with her hands clasped in front of her. "Sure," I sigh, "It's not like our neighbors will connect me to Alec anymore than my classmates did."

    She beams at me, "Great!"

    I can't help but smile at her too, "I can't promise I'll stay the whole time thought."

    Becky nods, and we walk down to apartment 3. The basic apartment is a mirror of our own, but the details are different, giving me a strange disoriented feeling. The place is just as full as the party last night, but it has a completely different atmosphere. There is no loud music, only the buzz of multiple conversations. It reminds me of the house party where I met Alec.

 

 

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Two for the Show 4

Two for the Show

4

    The next morning I'm sitting in my literature class listening to a boring lecture when the girl next to me elbows me. I look at her, confused as we've never talked before, and she points out the window. I look out to see Alec in the courtyard in the middle of campus, putting on another show. Flowers make up huge letters on the grass, spelling out "Sorry I Love U". Alec is kneeling in the middle of the flowers, and he's facing the business building across from me. I glare at the back of his head. If he wants to continue this charade, he should at least know what building I'm in.

    "Do you know who he's apologizing to?" I whisper.

    The girl shakes her head and matches my volume, "he's been out there almost 20 minutes, and no one has shown up."

    Perfect, she had no idea who I was, "If that's who I think it is, I don't think she'll show."

    I lean in, "My roommate told me that his girlfriend broke up with him because he started asking for really kinky stuff in the bedroom."

    She gasps, but she's grinning as she leans closer, "How kinky are we talking?"

    I shrug, "She didn't tell me but, last time I saw him with his girlfriend, she had bruises on her wrist and neck."

    The professor turns off the lights halting our conversation, but I can still see Alec out of the corner of my eye. My mind drifts back to when I discovered who Alec really was. About a week into dating, he wanted me to move in with him. I disagreed as I was just starting to like Becky as a roommate and suggested off-hand that maybe I wasn't the girl for him. The next day my hell started. I was still new to the small campus, and Alec was one of their star athletes. All he had to do was lie about me and send around pictures. Every time I tried to refute the rumors, it only made it worse. Only a handful of people believed me, and he only gained more sympathy with his public I-forgive-you speech. It wasn't until then that I understood he had planned it all, but it was too late; I was already under his thumb.

    Alec could try to trap me again with his theatrics, but no one knows the dark shades of this campus like me. Unlike Alec, I don't need to step on the stage, the rich snobs whose greatest entertainment is gossip will do the work for me. All of his theatrics would make them talk, and the more they talk, the faster he will fall.

 

 

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Two for the Show 3

Two for the Show

3

    I find myself outside the front door where a group is smoking, and one guy is throwing up on the lawn. I recognize Cassandra, in almost all black as one of the ones getting her nicotine fix and she waves me over with a henna tattooed hand, "Hey Rachel, I didn't think you'd be here."

    I shrug, "Becky insisted."

    She chuckles, "Of course she did. Listen, I'm sorry about Alec."

    "Thanks, but I'm glad I escaped that sinking ship."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Despite what he says, our relationship was a mess. I met a girl who used to date him, and apparently, she broke it off because of the crap she found on his cellphone."

    Cassandra exhales smoke, "Did she say what it was?"

    "She didn't give many details but said it was the photos of him with unconscious girls that really got to her."

    She whistles, "And I thought he couldn't get any lower than what he did to you last year."

    After standing there for another moment breathing in the night air, I tell her I'll see her later and go back into the house. I squeeze through the crowd back towards the kitchen. I am glad I don't see Alec again, it would be bad if he caught on just as I am getting started. I find Becky with erica and Jill in the kitchen next to the punch bowl. Becky smiles as soon as she sees me, curly hair framing her face. "There you are."

    I hug her around the solo cups we're holding. Erica and Jill, in their typical queen-bee fashion, watch with distaste.

    "Great party, Erica," I raise the solo cup in a toast.

    She purses her lips but manages to get out a thank you.

    I roll my eyes, "Don't worry, I just came to tell Becky that I'm leaving."

    Becky looks at me with sad blue eyes, "Are you sure?"

    "Yes," I say, "I'll see you at home."

    Becky nods and turns back to Erica and Jill. They continue to talk of rumors and lies as I walk away with a smile on my face. Soon it will be Alec that they'll talk about.

 

 

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Two for the Show 2

Two for the Show

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    Alec was a prick; I should know since I was dating him until yesterday. I went over to the house of my lab partner so we could finish our project and discovered both of them. She apologized and told me how it happened, but I wasn't paying attention. It was a story I heard several times before, and I was focused on Alec. He just sat there as she explained, pushing his dark auburn hair out of his eyes looking smug and content. He was daring me to call him out, and I finally had enough. At the end of the tale, without looking away from Alec, I said, "I don't hold it against you, Jess. I doubt he mentioned he had a girlfriend, and as of this moment, he's single, so you can continue to sleep with the bastard if you like."

    I walked out of the house with a smile on my face and felt lighter than air. Our relationship had been going downhill for a while now, and I was ready to have Alec out of my life, Alec was not. This morning Alec showed up at my apartment, putting on one of his shows for those around me. From the doorstep, he begged me to come back and promised to be better. Becky heard the whole thing from inside the apartment, and I saw glimpses of heads as our neighbors peeked at the spectacle.

    Now here he is not even 12 hours later sizing up another notch in his bedpost. I'm tempted to walk over and slap him, but I don't doubt that he's trying to get more ammo to use against me, knowing I'm here. But I am done doing things the way he wants. He isn't the only one who could play dirty, if he wants attention I'll give it to him, I have plenty of ammo too. I move back the way I came and into the living room, which has become a makeshift dance floor. I find a blonde girl I think lives in my apartment complex looking quite tipsy, and I dance next to her. She yells about what a good party it is, and I force a wide grin and agree.

    "Oh, but did you hear that Alec showed up?"

    She gasps, "Isn't that the guy who did that huge apology this morning?"

    I nod, "I heard that it was just a ploy, and his real girlfriend is in the hospital."

    "No! Really?"

    "Josh said Alec smacked her at his party, and she fell and hit her head."

    "Oh my god, I thought he was a nice guy."

    I agree again and slowly move away.

 

 

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Two for the Show 1

Okay, a disclaimer before we begin. This is a revenge story taking place in a small college/university. All of the characters are at least 20. This story does have abuse in it; some of it is implicit because I didn't want to get too graphic for the peers that originally read it. They didn't mention having a problem, but I've made changes since then, and I know depictions of abuse can affect others. It's less than 10 parts, so if you decide to skip, you won't have to wait long.

                       -Rose B.

Two for the Show

1

    The couch I'm sitting on is an ugly yellow, I would bet money that the color is the reason it's been relegated to the basement. The music playing in the living room upstairs is so loud I feel my bones resonating with the bass. I came down here to avoid people, but I already can't see anything but partygoers. A couple has started making out on the other side of the couch, and I don't doubt there are plenty more throughout the house. An image of me pouring the contents of my solo cup on the couple flashes in my head, but I ignore it. Hopefully, Erica had enough foresight to lock the doors of the rooms. She doesn't want less exhibitionist couples to enter. I stand up and push my way through the mob of people filling the basement, aiming for the stairs.

    Not for the first time tonight, I wonder why I'm here. I didn't even want to come. I planned on having a quiet night in my room playing the online game my little sister recommended or maybe watching Netflix. I hadn't even had the chance to make the decision when Becky burst in declaring that we were going to Erica's party. I tried to convince her to let me stay at home, but she was dead set that this would make me feel better.

    I step around the drunks on the stairs, and one boy who I suspect is high. If weed is being passed around, then it is definitely time for me to leave. No need for my parents to get called by some cop breaking up the party. The main floor is even worse than the basement, the music is louder, and everyone is yelling over it to be heard. Luckily, the amount of people is about the same. I navigate towards the kitchen. As soon as I find Becky, I'm going home no matter how much she begs me to stay.

    I stop walking as a giggle reaches my ear. Ahead of me, through a sea of classmates, I see a couple that is no different than any other couple here. The girl is leaning against the boy in a low cut, slightly too tight shirt trying too hard to be liked. The boy has his hand on her waist, but his brown eyes keep dipping towards her shirt. The girl only encourages him by getting closer. The boy smiles in return and my lip curls. Maybe I should pour my drink on them, but it was Alec, not the girl, that deserved it.

 

 

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Our Condolences

final letter

28th day of Lorenier, 953

To Mr. Samuel Wick

    We regret to inform you that Mrs. Angeline Wick was killed while doing a great justice to her country. The country thanks her for her sacrifice, she dies a hero and will be remembered as such as we continue our fight. We have sent along all personal effects, which may not arrive at the time of this letter. You can rest assured that she will receive a full honors burial, just send a reply of where you would like to lay her to rest and we will make sure it happens.

    Our Sincerest Condolences,

                 Offices of Elect Leader J. H. Rume

 

 

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Our Condolences

seventeenth letter

27th day of Lorenier, 953

My Dear Sammy,

    I am grateful for your unwavering hope in this troubled time. I love you and my little Albert more than words can describe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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