Making Progress

Chapter one

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"I want you." Tears welled in my eyes "I don't want to experience a life without you."

He remained quiet then let out a breath "Maggie I can't do this anymore, everything with you is so hard, so confusing. I go out for drinks with the guys and you accuse me of cheating."

I clench my fist, shaking from uncontrollable emotion "you." I swallow hard choking back a sob threatening to be wrenched from my throat, "you came home with lipstick on your collar and your shirt was unfastened."

He smiled as if lost in thought reminiscing of that night "well we went to a strip joint, what do you expect?"

I clenched my jaw and held my chin up, defiantly keeping myself under control "you said it was a bar, nothing about strippers." He chuckled like I made a joke, "you know what, maybe I can do without you Derric." I stuffed my hands in my pockets and lifted my shoulders to protect from the outside wind, during the argument we ended up on his front porch after he tried to toss me away without so much as a explanation. Now I noticed the cold that was nipping at my skin, "goodbye Derric."

I walked down the steps as Derric yelled "you'll be back in no time, they always come back!" Real original, real fucking original. I sighed ignoring his outbursts and head to my car, shit! Realization dawns on me as I notice that my keys are on his coffee table. "FUCK." I scream and slam my fist against the steering wheel.

After my composure is better I get out and walk up his stairs noticing the smug smirk resting on his lips. Don't hit him, don't hit him. "Oh look who came crawling back." Don't hit him, don't hit him. I stop in front of him waiting for him to move so I can walk into the house. His eyes alight with false realization "oh! You wanna have make up sex?" Don't hit him Maggie, don't hit him. "If you wanted to get in my bed thats all you had to say." Fuck it! I rear back and sling my body forward putting as much power behind my fist as possible, I hear a sharp crack not knowing if I broke his nose or my fist. He stumbles backwards looking dazed blood running down his face, not wasting anytime I jog inside grabbing the keys and leaving quickly so he doesn't have a chance to react. Mutters of "psycho bitch" follows my retreating form, quickly reaching my car I get in and crank it, practically slamming the shift into drive and leaving skid marks as I speed away.

"GODDAMN!" I slam my fist into the steering wheel immediately regretting it as throbbing pain shoots through my knuckles and wrist. I should really learn how to throw a punch. I turn on the radio trying to soothe my nerves and ignore the pain my hand is in. I take in slow and shallow breathes but calming down is nearly impossible. "Who the hell does he think he is? Why the fuck would I give him 3 years of my life!" I growl in frustration and take a turn a bit too sharply as a black SUV blares his horn from nearly getting hit by a deranged driver. I raise my left hand up in apologies. Its late but I pull into one of the few parking spaces at a local pharmacy who is open 24 hours. "I can't believe I need to buy a damn brace because of this asshole! I'm freaking talking to myself like a crazy person. Maybe I deserve to act crazy. WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE."

A young teenage couple turns to look towards my direction and sends me a weird look, I duck my head in embarrassment and gnaw on my bottom lip. I'm such a idiot. I swing open my door and awkwardly steps out shouting a nervous 'sorry' their way to which the girl rolls her eyes and the guy grabs her hand and pulls them away. I bet they're getting a pregnancy test. Wait! Should I get one? Fuck! Whens the last time I've had my period? If I am pregnant then he's not allowed in its life! What would I name it? Why am I even worrying about this? A elderly woman stops in front of me "are you okay dear?" Her brows are slightly furrowed.