This post is a response to September 2018’s mid-month short story challenge. Click on the link in the previous sentence to read the prompt, share your story, and read those written by others.
“How are you planning to come back from this? Can…can you?” asked Leo.
“Which part?” replied Sara. “The part where I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have or the part where everyone’s happily celebrating my demise?”
“I’m positive not everyone is celebrating.”
“My mom called me to tell me that I’m better off single anyway. My brother has already texted me his ‘I told you so’. My best friend is busy trying to figure out how to rebound from this relationship.”
“I didn’t mean my question as a bad thing,” Leo interrupted.
“I know you didn’t,” said Sara.
“You’ve been telling me for weeks that things weren’t going to last with Natalie.”
“And you’ve been telling me that getting as close to her as you did was a mistake.”
“So even though this sucks,” said Leo, “you’ve known this was coming.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier,” replied Sara.
“I know it doesn’t. You were together, what, six months?”
“Alright. And you weren’t to the point where you bought a ring for her like you had for Thia.”
“Thia and I dated for six years,” Sara scoffed. “That’s not a fair comparison and you know it.”
“I’m not trying to compare the relationships themselves,” replied Leo. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve had a history of diving head first into bad situations and trying to solve them by going even deeper into them. You told me three weeks after you met Natalie that she was bad for you.”
Sara sighed heavily.
“And what was the first thing you did after you told me that?” asked Leo.
Sara sat silently staring at her shoes.
“You texted her asking if she wanted to go skydiving with you.”
“I didn’t want to go alone,” replied Sara. “It was my first time and the thought of skydiving was scary as shit.”
“It’s not about the fucking skydiving, Sara!” shouted Leo. “It’s that you routinely fall for people who you know are bad for you in some way and you turn it into a fucking quest to date them and make it work. You’re an alcoholic. You knew she partied hard on the weekends. What did you expect would happen?”
“I don’t need to hear this from you too, Leo.”
“Yes you do. No one else is holding you accountable. I don’t want to be doing this either, believe you me. But it’s not like you have a community of people around you to tell you to stop making terrible life choices.”
“Leo…” stammered Sara.
“She made you relapse, Sara,” said Leo. “I don’t know how you expect me to react. You’ve lost most of your friends over the problems you’ve had. And I get it. You have a problem. You’ve been working to get help. And when you’re trying to get help, you really do try your best. But…fuck. Stop putting your sex drive above your personal well-being.”
Sara got up from the couch and walked toward the door, grabbing her jacket and slipping shoes on her feet.
“Where are you going?” Leo asked.
“Walking home,” replied Sara.
“The sun isn’t even up yet. You’re not walking home.”
“The fuck I’m not.”
Sara slammed the door behind her and quickly walked down the stairs from Leo’s third floor apartment to the street below. A few moments later, she heard Leo giving chase behind her.
“You know your car’s here, right?” asked Leo.
“You’ll have to come back and get it in the mor…”
“Sara, please let me drive you home.”
Sara violently turned around, whipping her coat around her and creating a wind that shifted the leaves on the sidewalk behind her.
“What do you expect me to do?” Sara screamed. “Am I supposed to be alone for the rest of my life?”
“I’m asking you not to cave to situations that you shouldn’t be in,” replied Leo.
“So what? Are you going to hand pick my next girlfriend? Maybe I should get my brother to do it. I bet Marty will love that. Oooo! I could call Thia and ask her advice. I’m sure she’ll be a great help.”
“Sara. You haven’t slept in thirty-six hours. You’re stressed, you’re upset, and you just got broken up with. Please either let me drive you home or sleep on my couch.”
“Can you promise you’re going to leave me the fuck alone about Natalie for the rest of the night unless I bring her up?”
“Good. I really don’t want to walk home. It’s cold out.”
Leo walked over to Sara and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her back towards his apartment stairs.
“I’m hungry,” said Sara. “Do you think anyone is still delivering?”
“Adams’ Wings should still be open,” replied Leo.
“Oh good. The cute redhead from my spin class works there. Maybe she’ll deliver.”