Delinquent

My arms crossed taut across my chest and my eyes glaring daggers towards Marc as his smirk manages to irk me further. A small smile slips onto my lips as I imagine a slow torturous death for him.

“I see you’re happy to see me,” he states, his hand running through his raven hair, my smile wipes immediately, and my eyes once again glaring at him. “Never mind,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “You know you’ve gotten a lot more beautiful.”

My body trembles with fury, my blood blistering with desire to punch every breath out of him but I ignore his comment, fixing him with a look instead. However, he persists, “did you get a haircut? Honestly, you look beautiful.”

“No, Marc I didn’t get a-”

His voices aggravates me as he interrupts me. “What happened to us, baby? I miss us.”

“Hm, I don’t know Marc. Maybe it was the fact you jumped into bed with Linda. Or was it Deborah, Helen? Maybe Margaret?” I retort, the smug smirk sliding off of his face and onto mine.

He casts his eyes down at his shoes, “I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah, but you also fucked an almost sixty year old Marc! Sorry can’t fix that you fucked somebody’s grandma!” A woman passing our table scoffs loudly, her back poised as she tiptoes out of our sight. “If this is what you called me down here for then-”
Just as I stand up to leave he grabs my wrist, my eyes burning holes into his, “Take your fil-fucking-thy hand off me.”

He grimaces, removing his hand and letting it awkwardly hang in the air before tucking it in his front pocket, his eyes searching something from mine. The stoic look I sheltered up can’t be broken and he sighs giving up.

“Rafael is looking for his money, did you manage to get it?”

“Yeah Marc, it’s nice to know I’m always doing your dirty business. I never wanted to be involved with them and you’ve managed to drag me into your mess!”

“I love you!”

My eye twitches slightly as my eyes glower at him, “Go shag a grandma and get over it.”

Just as I’m about to draw the first breath of smoke from my cigarette it gets plucked out of my fingers and thrown onto the ground. My words get trapped in my throat as I eye down the predator.

His foul voice pricks at my ears as he leans towards me, “Hey babe, missed me?”

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