“Piss off! Get out..!”
“What?”
“I said, get out!!”
“What the hell??!”
“Get .. the.. fuck.. out!” she screamed.
I retorted, “I sympathized, Caroline!”
“I don’t want your fucking sympathy, get out!”
I made for the door, and she followed blindly.
I put my jacket on.
She opened the door, her eyes rimmed red.
I said, “It doesn’t have to..”
“Get out!”
“This is a mistake. I can help you.”
“You can’t”
I thought about it and smiled, “You’re right, I can’t,” i stepped out.
Her head twisted backwards, and she shrugged, “You what?”
“I can’t,” I iterated, “I can’t help you; there IS no helping you. You are USELESS!”
“I am NOT!”
“You are,” I laughed, “It has taken me 10 years to finally realize just how fucking useless you’ve been.”
I stepped back in the house, and pushed her you, “YOU get out.. this is my house!”
“WHAT?” she shouted.
“GET OUT! AND FUCK OFF!” I laughed maniacally. “You were right. We weren’t meant for each other. Now get out before I kill you!!”
I slammed the door and got my gun!