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Get The Fuck Out
PARKER
I stare at Hudson as he continues to drive faster, pressing down on the accelerator, his bloodied knuckles tight around the wheel.
“Stop it!” I yell, but Hudson doesn’t even flinch. “You’re a fucking maniac, you know that?”
“What were you doing there?” he asks.
“How did you know where I was?” I counter. “What are you tracking me now?”
He laughs as if I’ve said something hilarious. “Oh, please don’t flatter yourself.”
“You’re crazy. You can’t treat someone like a possession!”
He suddenly stops the car dead in the middle of the dark street. It looks like a quiet neighborhood.
“What did I do this time? Because you were ignoring me, dressed up like
a—” He runs his hands around the wheel.
“Like a what?” I ask, tears blurring my vision. “Like a whore?”
He turned to me, his jaw clenched. “I don’t know. Do you feel like one?”
I nod, staring out of my car window. “So how should I feel every time you lie or do that to me?”
“You’re so fucking clueless and paranoid that you’re too busy making up shit!” His voice is thick with anger.
“You do lie! Ever since I’ve met you I’ve become miserable. This is like a game to you!” I scream, and all my anger and energy is bursting through me.
All the things I want to say are sitting at the back of my throat. “I don’t know who you are, Hudson. But I do know that there’s something very wrong and that it won’t ever work out.”
“If I’m such a fucking horrible, miserable person, get the fuck out right now. It’s not like I’m dying to be with you anyway, Parker,” he says, getting out of the car and walking over to my side.
He opens the doors and takes my arm, before pulling me towards him. “I don’t think I need to—to explain myself to you any longer. Get out of my life. I’m sick of you and this relationship!”
The words are lodged in my throat and tears fall without warning as I watch him get back into the car and drive away.
It’s like I can’t breathe anymore. His words stab me in the heart each time I replay them over and over in my head. I can’t even begin to understand how it escalated so fast. He really is heartless like in all those posts I’ve read of women in relationships with people like him.
I try to gather myself together as I call an Uber after finding the street name and then I go straight back to the apartment.
As soon as I walk in through the door, Lex is there on my bed waiting for me with a fresh white linen towel, clean pajamas, and cup of noodles.
I texted her on the way home and told her everything, so I just fall into her arms and cry my heart out as she rubs my back soothingly.
“He’s a dick and he didn’t deserve you, babe,” she says. “I swear to God, I want to murder him and bury his body in some rotting pile of shit.”
“I know he has issues, but that doesn’t give him the right to treat me or anyone else like that.”
“He’s such a sociopath,” Lex whispers with bitterness lacing her voice.
If only she knew how true that was.
“You know, I dated this one guy and he was such an asshole throughout our relationship,” she tells me.
