by Jasmine Sims

Created on: July 02, 2008

Flighty
She saw him at the club as she'd been sure she would. The familiarity of his presence calming her even though she could sense he was feeling particularly vicious. They walked out to his party on the balcony where he warmly greeted her friend and she warmly greeted his. When she turned to him he made a nasty remark, looking back she couldn't tell you what it was, there were too many remarks, too many comments, too many jibes for her to pinpoint just one. But the look of venom on his face and the shock of their companions at the seemingly sudden attack would stay with her forever. She was the only one to whom this attack was no surprise. He may as well have been transparent, just a sheet of glass so perfectly clean that she could see straight through it and into his mind. He was consumed by a need to own her. A need that made him do things, things that she at first had reasoned were out of character for him but now she felt that this side of him was as intricately a part of him, living alongside the loving understanding boy she had grown up with. He was jealous of her every move that didn't include him and lashed out at her with the knowledge that she would always listen, always understand.

She barely acknowledged his remark, barely acknowledged him at all and following a pre-arranged plan with her best friend she retreated, keeping her distance, with the ultimate goal being permanent distance from him. Her gut churned. She knew he knew what was coming. She also knew that things would get worse before they got better and she just prayed that she was strong enough to not get drawn back in by him, her plan was to benefit them both in the long run, exactly how long the run was she was unsure but a little something told her that whatever was coming she could handle. Her naivety shielding her from real stress. If only she knew.
She and her girlfriend reconvened in the bathroom coming to the mutual decision that another club, further distance, would benefit all parties involved and within mere minutes of coming to this decision they were off. The best friend, a much more stable and together drinker than her volunteered to drive her car as she believed herself, and was very much, fit to drive. A cheeky drop in to a fast food outlet and they were almost and the car. Her phone rang and it was him. The thought flashed through her mind not to answer but he'd had a lot to drink, and the plan had been a careful distancing, wanting to minimise the pain sure to be felt

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