The Fight − 3 April, 2007

She walked over to my car and the smile on her face scared me more than anything else could have. Why ddn't she look pissed? I looked away from her. Ashamed of what I had done. Two wrongs don't make a right. I understand that saying now.

"Why are you pissed?" She asks me.

"I'm not pissed." An obvious lie.

She walks away. I can feel my anger grow inside like a hornet's nest that's just been beaten with a stick. I wanted to scream at her. How could someone so beautiful be so dumb? When she came bck I couldn't restrain myself anymore.

"You lied to me, Sharon. I can't trust you."

"Yes you can trust me! When have I have ever lied to you? Never."

That's when I started screaming.

"What about when you told me right to my face that you didn't tell Nick I cheated on him?! Huh?! And what about when you told me you would never tell anyone my biggest secret?! And what about when you told me nothing had happened between you and Nick?! Lies, Sharon! All lies! You're not trust worthy!"

"I am too trustworthy!"

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my face before I hit you."

It took all the self control I had to turn away from her without fucking up that pretty little face and getting back into my car. Jeff stood outside the store watching it all. They were all watching. And they were all thinking, "What could she have possibly done to make Marie that mad? She loves Sharon more than anything. This is bad." But no one ever stepped in and said anything. Rather, they put their heads down and pretended it wasn't happening. That's always the easiest way to go. Jeff later told me he was proud of me. He didn't want to have to fire me for fighting on McDonald's prperty in my uniform. I was proud of myself. I had never stood up for myself like I had in those 5 minutes.

She stormed away. And I sat in my car, wondering whether I should cry because I just lost my best friend or punch something because she fucked me over. I decided to do both. Returning to work was not easy. I went back with my face red and my eyes bloodshot. My knuckle was broken and my wrist was swollen. I felt sad, scared, sore and exhilerated. We made up the next day.

Posted on April 10, 2007. and has been viewed 195 times.