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“I know you’re creative. Think of another way.”
She purses her lips, appearing to be deep in thought. “The only way is if she disappeared.”
I count to three before I speak. “You can’t wish all your enemies to disappear to solve your problems, Juliet. You need to take responsibility for your actions.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Do you think you hide behind sex? That you use it to gain control?”
She laughs incredulously, but when her lips pull into a thin line, I know I’m on to something. “And now that sex isn’t working, you feel helpless and powerless?”
She shrugs. “For argument’s sake, if what you’re saying is true, what do I do about it?”
“Well, for starters, you could stop hiding behind your pussy and start working on yourself.”
She pulls back, appearing hurt. “So now you’re saying I’m ugly on the inside as well as the outside?”
If possible, she’s even uglier within. “I never said that,” I reply, omitting my true thoughts.
She folds her arms over her chest. “You may as well have.”
“Why do you think that?”
She appears overcome as she looks away.
Her defeat has me pressing. “Juliet, are you happy?” I intend to keep asking her this until she cracks. I need to discover her weaknesses, which is the key to breaking her.
“As of this moment, no, I’m not. I’m unhappy because I’m sexually frustrated,” she replies, hiding behind sex once again.
I shake my head. “Take the sex out of it. Are. You. Happy?” I repeat slowly.
She blinks once, then twice. “Yes. Very.”
“I think you’re lying,” I state with poise.
“Well, I’m not,” she replies defensively.
“You’re only lying to yourself. I think you’re extremely unhappy, and you have been for a very long time. As they say, misery loves company, and I think you’re the most miserable of the bunch.”
Tears prick her eyes.
Her vulnerability gives me an idea. “Have you ever thought your misery was a consequence of your actions? They do saykarma is only a bitch if you are.” She pulls back like I’ve slapped her. “Maybe this is your karma catching up to you?”
“Nobody’s perfect.” She sniffs, wiping her nose.
“You’re right. But some people are just born bad. And those people are the ones who end up alone.”
Juliet blanches, her worst fears expressed out loud.
I’m tearing her down both physically and mentally, and when a tear runs down her cheek, a sense of wrongdoing passes over me. Breaking Juliet will be easier than I thought it would be, and suddenly, I feel like the villain in this story.
I quickly stand before I lose my cool and fuck up everything I’ve put into motion. I’m here for a reason. I must never forget that.
“Where are you going?” She jumps up, wiping her eyes, embarrassed.
“Home.”
“I want you to stay. We don’t have to do anything. Maybe you could…hold me?”
