She stood there her face full of loathing.
His rage was surging and rippling in every pore of his skin. He wanted to smack her across her arrogant mouth. Close it up forever. God, he wanted to beat the hell out of her. To make her pay. She had her back to the bed room door. Instead, he drove his fist through the flimsy veneer of the door next to her head.
“Fuck you, Rick. Go ahead and kick the door too while you’re at it.”
He stopped himself from doing just that. He wanted to kick the cheap trailer to pieces. He’d been out of work for a year. They had rented the cheapest thing they could find. He hated what he had become. He wanted to slap her taunting mouth off her face.
“God damn it,” he said. “God damn it all to hell.”
“God’s got nothing to do with nothing, Rick.”
He stepped back. She had been a beauty once. He’d love her so much that he thought the whole weight of the universe would crush his heart when he was not with her he missed her so much. Now it was all he could do not to kill her, to beat her to a pulp.
He would never accept how his whole life had gone sour. Losing his job had been the start, but the final straw was her betrayal.
“I am leaving you, Rick. It’s over. You thinking beating me up will make me love you, want to be with you, stay in this pit of a place?”
“I love you,” he said.
“You’re pathetic is what you are. Get out of my way.” She picked up her scuffed up suitcase off the bed. She pushed opened the ruined door.
“Don’t come near me again.” She said. Pulling the suitcase behind her she left him sitting on the sagging bed. The pickup was parked and waiting down the cracked street. She though the suitcase in the back and climbed in.
“Get me out of here,” she said.
“Did you tell him?” the blond guy said.
“You better drive on out of here before he comes out or you’ll know firsthand,” She said.
