Weekly throw out

Hi all,
Thought I would get a jump on things this week. I started editing a completed manuscript again and decided to share a piece that I like. I feel like I have been a huge fail as of late and needed to make it up to you. I hope you love this bit as much as I do! Without further adu......

Scarred


“Hello Israel”

            I cringe, and every hair on my body stands on end. Shit! I slowly trail my eyes up to His face and press out an unconvincing smile. “John;” I give a hard nod. He pulls out the chair across from me and sits, smugly leaning back and crossing his legs.

Jackass.

 “What do you want John?” I ask in a gruff tone.

            “Cant a guy get some coffee without being questioned about his motives?” He asks feigning offence.

            “Your gallery is right across the street from a Starbucks.” I say flatly.

            “I’ve been thinking about you, you haven’t tried to call.”

            “Well, let’s see, maybe because you left me.  Maybe, because you have a wife, and children, and she has cancer John! Maybe, because I found about all of this in a fucking letter!” My voice was slowly rising to the point where the other patrons were starting to stair.

            “Can you calm down so we can talk about this? I really miss you.  I’ve had a lot of time to think.” He says in a slow steady tone, looking straight into my eyes.

            I was suddenly enraged. I did my best when he left to keep my head up and soldier fourth. The nerve of this man to assume I would want to be his business on the side while he had a wife somewhere dyeing! I stood and stormed over getting inches from his face and stabbing at it with my finger as I spoke.  

“I will not fucking calm down you pig. You fucking missed me! What about your fucking wife John...remember her? If you thought I would sit around waiting for you for a second…”My anger over takes my ability to form coherent thought: “Asshat! You’re an asshat and I never want to see you again.”

 I straiten and see Brayden standing behind the next table over holding a paper and a bag of fresh fruit from one of the fruit stands nearby. His mouth hangs wide and I am sure he is shocked hearing me cuss at some strange man like a sailor.

            Just fuck!
***
Hopefully that makes up for the obsessive fangirling I have been doing lately, and remind you why you visit weekly..love y'all :)

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