Yin & Yang

"The only way to resolve it is to attack each other"

          “I don’t want to ever hear his name come out of your lips.” Adam can barely speak from his jaw being clenched so tight. My anger subsides slightly and my confusion takes center stage. Before I can ask again, Adam answers for me.

          “Did you fuck Tanner, Annette?” He spits the word at me and his eyes search my face, but I take a few steps back until my butt hits the door.

          “What?” I ask, voice low and incredulous. My eyebrows pull together in confusion and I rub a hand down my face in an effort to calm myself. I scoff and refuse to meet Adam’s eyes. How could he even ask me that? What right does he have to ask me that? Where did that accusation even come from?

          “Oh, don’t make me repeat it, Annette,” Adam throws his hands up in frustration and turns his back on me; back to pacing the floor, “Jenna told me that you two hooked up. She went on and on about it, I had to leave before she went into detail.Is it true, Annette? Did you sleep with him?!”

          My rage boils up again and it’s all so ridiculous that I start laughing; like full on psycho laughing. Adam stops his pacing to look at me like I had just murdered someone and was bathing in their blood. But, I can’t stop. I clutch my stomach from the pain of howling in laughter.

          Adam had found out where I was, barged in on my date, punched Tanner in the face, and stole me away all because of some rumor? It was just too rich. Forget about Jenna lying to him and spreading the rumor, the fact that he believed it made my skin crawl and my anger rise to a whole other level.

          “This is funny to you? Is this some kind of joke to you?” Adam grasps my shoulders and begins to jostle me slightly. His face is red in fury and the rain is practically vibrating off of him in waves. I finally calm down from my psychotic break and am consumed in my own rage.

          This relationship, or whatever it is between us, is toxic. I am tired of being pushed around and pushing him to the edge. I’m exhausted form the tireless effort that is us and I can’t do this endless cycle anymore. This date or relationship with Tanner was supposed to be my clean break, but no. Adam had to ruin that chance too.

          “No, Adam. This isn’t funny. This is absolutely ridiculous. Even if had slept with Tanner, it’s none of your business because –news flash! You aren’t my boyfriend anymore! Who I sleep with or what I do is none of your business! So, just stop. Stop flailing around me like a child and move on. We’re done, Adam. We’ve been done.” The words taste vile coming out of my mouth, but I don’t stop them.

          By the time I finish my rant Adam’s anger had turned into shock and hurt for a millisecond before his face became completely impassive. He released my shoulders and took a step away from me.

          “Fine, I’ll stop being a child. You go ahead and whore yourself out to anyone you want. I don’t care.” Adam tosses a cold smirk my way before turning around and sauntering away.

          So many emotions weave through my brain; I am hurt by my own words and his cold remark, I am frustrated that even as he walks away my fingers ache to pull him back, and I am sad that this is what had become of us. But, I just focus my attention on my most prominent emotion; anger.

          Without even thinking of the repercussions, I walk over to the stairs, grab the soccer ball sitting on the step, and with a frustrated grunt I fling it at Adam’s retreating back. The ball zooms right by him, only barely grazing his shoulder, but it is enough to grab his attention.