Broken ScriptA Story by ShannonWhen leaving and staying both hurt. Language warning!Kate looks Joe dead in the eye. "You lied to me", her voice is steady, "we are done". Joe has no reason to believe she means it. And many reasons to think that this time will be like before. He needs her; she will take him back. Joe continues to apologize, “Katie, I’m sorry. You know I love you.” Kate walks away, where in the past she has fought - fought for him, fought with him. The tears that squeeze past her resolve shatter like glass on her cheeks. Joe hasn't done anything he hasn't done before, really. Another promise to stop getting high and drinking. But this time was different. He had hurt her body. It changed things for her. I thought it changed things for him too. He lasted ten days. The phone startles her out of sleep, setting off familiar warning bells. Kate knows what will happen when she answers, but she picks it up anyway. "I need you back," Joe slurs. Alcohol tonight. "I can't.” Kate hears the truth in her words, the steel in her resolve. He does not. "I love you, I can't live without you". The same words they exchange every time; a script learned by rote, “I will change. I know I’m a terrible person, but without you, I am nothing.” She knows her next line: I’m sorry, I love you too. Yes, I’ll be yours again, but refuses to say it. Instead she says, “I can’t. I love you, but I can't keep doing this.” "I'll kill myself; I can't live without you. I will die if you don’t forgive me," Joe whispers before starting to cry. This scene, newly added to the old script, is disorienting, frightening. “I can forgive you, but we can’t get back together,” Kate feels the steel crack, but refuses to let it fracture, “Please don't hurt yourself Joe.” “I need you.” His voice breaks. Her heart tries to as well. “I can do better, change,” he promises, “I just need someone to do it for. I can't do it without you, Katie.” “You need to move on, for yourself, I’m not enough,” she says. “I’m not enough, I don’t deserve to live. Not after I hurt you. You’re all I have,” Joe is yelling now, a tone Kate knows well. He’s angry at himself more than me. “Yes you do deserve to live. I love you, but I can't be with you,” Kate says, resolve firm again. They talk for hours. Around and around, the same topic, the same words, the same conclusion. A new script begins to take shape. Joe passes out; the phone call ends. Kate finds herself precariously balanced, torn. Talking to Joe. Not taking him back. Still loving him, as she refuses to be with him. She feels brittle, cracking, nearly breaking. Kate thinks about the times Joe came to the cafe where she waitresses on weekends. “Hey, Baby, it’s really dead in here,” he said taking note of the single patron, reading a free newspaper on the far side of the room, before leaning in to steal a kiss. “I know, not at work, but no one saw and I missed you so much,” Joe grinned at Kate, who returned his smile. “I gotta get the cleaning and restocking done,” Kate told him. “Let me help, no one will know. Besides you work too hard.” Kate had shown him how to empty and wipe down the vessels on each table for sugar packets before adding more to ensure they are full. They worked at parallel tables, back to back. Joe talked most of the time, telling her about his day, “I registered for school. Going to do it this time.” Kate remembers her delight. She put her arms around him, despite the single coffee drinking in the corner. Joe had sat at the table beside the work station where she had more work to do for the rest of the evening. They had planned going to school together, even though they will be in different programs. She was happy with him. Then there were the tiny gifts. “I made this for you, while I waited,” Joe said, handing her a paper rose with a flourish, as she was leaving her last class of the day. He pulled her into a long kiss, despite being in her school hallway. It had made her laugh and push him playfully away, as he had grabbed her hand, leading her from the building. The memory makes Kate smile, until she remembers later that night. The drunken accusations, followed by the cheating. The hurts that couldn't be seen, eventually followed by one that could be, if you knew how to look.
Her best friend, 'Bo, accuses her of abandoning them all when she broke up with Joe. “You didn’t break up with all of us,” ‘Bo says. “I miss you guys, it’s just hard…” she doesn't finish her sentence out loud Joe’s always there too and it hurts to see him. “It’s my birthday next weekend,” ‘Bo begins. “Oh, I know, Happy Birthday!” Kate lights up. “Come to the party? We can have a good time, like we used to.” Kate agrees to go to the party. 'Bo greets her with a hug and a drink. "It's been a long time", he pulls her close and talks into her ear directly, "Joe brought someone with him" *relief* "so maybe you can be with me tonight." He pulls her into a whisky-soaked kiss. Pushing him away, sadness floods her - a tidal wave. Hard. Not my best friend after all? Three years of friendship crumble like ash after a fire. Kate has another drink and another. That burn soothes the pain. Kate wakes up next to Joe, gets dressed, and walks home as dawn colours the sky. Joe meets her at the end of her work day, in the parking lot, where he is having a smoke. He throws his arm around her shoulder. "What’re we doing tonight, Katie?" he says with a grin. Can I do this to him? Kate moves away from Joe, steeling herself, and takes a deep breath. This time she can't meet his gaze. "Joe, I’m still not your girlfriend. I'm sorry." Joe stares at her for a long moment. The muscles in his jaw clench. Anger and pain mix in his eyes, before he turns and walks away. The phone rings. "I hate you! F*****g b***h. You ruined my life." Meth probably. “I’m sorry Joe, I never meant to hurt you,” Kate says, she means it. “But you did hurt me!” “I know, we aren’t good together,” Kate tries to explain. “Because you won't f*****g forgive me!” “Forgiving is not the same as getting back together,” Kate tried again. “Then you played this game with me. Just f*****g me for fun. Is that what you do now? Just f**k whoever?” “I’m sorry, that was a mistake-” Kate’s voice gets louder, defending herself, resolve fortified. “S**t.” She hangs up. Tears streaming down face fall on the phone. Guilt. Not every night, but some nights, he calls. Kate answers. She doesn't know what will happen if she breaks, but she feels fissures forming. “Hey Katie, baby, how’s it goin’?” Ritalin maybe? Or E? “I’m doing okay,” she answers. Where’s this going? She hears a giggle. “Joey, get off the phone… I’m wa-aiting,” a voice behind him coes. “Just wait,” Joe’s voice is muffled as he talks to his companion. “Katie, I miss you,” he says returning the the phone call. “Seems like you got company,” Kate snaps. Am I jealous? I want him to move on. Right? “Katie, say the word. I’ll leave here, come to you. You’re all I want.” “No you’ve got what you want.” “Just tell me what to do, I’ll do it. I love you. I miss you. I need you. Anything. I swear.” Joe’s words are getting faster and faster. “We can’t get back together, you know that,” Kate reminds him. He’s high again. I can’t take him back. “But Katie, you’re the only thing that matters, I love you.” “I know you do. Good night, Joe. Be safe.” Kate’s hand shakes as she puts down the phone. Anger and hurt fill the fissures in her resolve and she is surprised to find her face wet with tears. Some nights he can't live without her, others she is a b***h or a w***e. The calls start to merge; love, need, threats and venom fuse into a single phone call. A new script being written. Her phone is ringing. Kate does not answer. It rings again. And again. Kate silences the ringer. The light continues to indicate incoming calls. She does not pick up. The tears that fall are intermingled with relief. She lets her heart break. © 2017 ShannonAuthor's Note
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Added on June 18, 2016Last Updated on October 25, 2017 AuthorShannonCanadaAboutI like to explore the world through the human experience, at once both varied and singular. Reading, writing and meeting people makes one's world larger. I enjoy connecting with people, learning.. more..Writing
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