Dialogue of a Fight

   The seconds tick by on the clock and the fire sparks. In tall socks and an oversized sweater that belongs to her boyfriend, Crista sits; waiting on the couch. Her pale slim arms wrap around her knees, a strand of long black hair falls over her face masking a few tears. The front door slams! Slowly Crista picks herself up and moves her small body towards the kitchen.

“Where have you been, it is 2 am!”

A long pause of unsettling silence, her hair falls as crista drops her head in frustration and sadness. The tall buff man stares at her with eyes of anger.

In a deep drunken voice

“I’ll d- do what I please! What makes you think you have a say in what I do.”

“I am tired of this! I want you here,with me. You always stay out so late drinking.”

Another pause and nothing is spoken.

“Jared I miss you” Crista manages to choke out, holding back tears.

Jared slams his fist down onto the counter, causing Crista to jump back.

“D****t Crista I’m no drunk! Don’t you dare go thinking I am, I’m in complete control of myself” Jared shouts filled with rage.

   Full of fear Crista begins to back off, not wanting to push him anymore than she already had. Jareds body language was tense, his hands were in fist’s and she could tell he  be able to contain himself much longer. Slowly, with mouse like footsteps Crista walks away.

“I think you should go upstairs and get some rest honey, i’ll be up in just a moment.”

“ yeah whatever you say” Jared sarcastically remarks.

       Silence fills the house yet again, however the tension has not dissipated. Crista sits curled up on the couch quietly sobbing.

“I’m done.” She mumbles to herself.

The front door slams yet again, and a car engine starts.