drunk walk home / zori
May 7, 2020 0:48:11 GMT -5
Post by goat on May 7, 2020 0:48:11 GMT -5
Birdie hurried down the street, clutching her coat tighter to her body as the lights in the nearby homes began to flicker and go out. She had rushed out of Pierre’s house too quick to button it up and her fingers were numb from the evening chill. It felt colder than usual. The air was surprisingly still, even as the cloud of smoke in the distance grew bigger. A part of her could imagine the commotion at the scene, whatever it was, but another part of her didn’t want to. It wasn’t her business. She had no friends to be worried about, and her family had all been under the same roof. This wasn’t something that needed to affect her. If she could just make it home, get undressed out of this costume and hold herself under the covers, she’d be fine.
If she didn’t think about it, it would almost be like it didn’t happen.
Behind her, Leland’s footsteps sounded against the pavement, jogging to catch up to her. She rolled her eyes and kept going, hoping her lack of acknowledgement would make him give up and go home. As if anything could ever be that simple with him. He had been the one who’d shown up to her brother’s birthday party out of the blue, as if the shit he’d pulled at the bar the other night was a nonissue. Of course it was a fucking issue. He had gone and assaulted a man she was talking to, and for what? Was it out of jealousy? Unresolved anger issues?
She didn’t care about the reasoning behind it. What he did was what he did, plain and simple. She wasn’t in the mood to hear some bullshit excuse, and she certainly wasn’t in the mood to sit around all friendly and pretend it hadn’t happened.
Her hypocrisy struck her then, but she was too angry to dwell on it.
“Get away from me,” she spat, turning on her heel and standing in the middle of the street. “You don’t get to bitch at me and then follow me out like a lost fucking puppy. Go home.” She knew she looked exactly how he thought she did— crazy. Because standing up for yourself makes you crazy, and a nag, and oh, you poor thing, how could your terrible ex be so cruel. You’ve clearly done nothing to deserve this, but she just goes and yells at you about everything. How sad for you. How fucking sad.
She turned and kept walking. He still followed. The streetlights began to go out too, one by one, until they were storming along in pitch darkness. The reflection of the moon tried to shimmer on the pavement, but it was too dirty. Birdie groaned and turned onto another street. She just wanted to get home. None of this was helping.
“And for the record, I can cut you out of whatever the fuck I want,” she said, briefly glaring back at Leland. “This is my family. You couldn’t even be bothered to marry me, so there’s nothing here for you. Whatever you think you’re a part of because of our daughter is over. It’s gone. She’s dead.”