into the blur 2

she went about methodically, preparing the appetizers and the dinner after. but inside was this gnawing feeling that makes her want to cry. he kept on talking but she wasn't listening for her mind was miles away. suddenly there were loud voices. "the we has arrived..." she told herself.

she went to them for the customary welcome. he was always extra pleasant to her when his friends are around. after setting the table, she mumbled something about tidying up and excused herself.

she could hear their laughter as she moved about, putting the house back in order. taking a shower after, she laid on the bed her mind in random thoughts. and without meaning to, she feel asleep.

she didn't know what woke her up--it was 2 in the morning. slowly she got up and saw him emptying the last glass of alcohol. without saying a word, she started picking up glasses here and there and putting them on the sink.

"i'm hungry. let's eat." he said.

"you go ahead," she answered, "i'm not hungry at all."

"i want to eat. come on, let's," he insisted.

"i don't feel like eating. i just want to clean this mess up and go to bed," she said.

"what is your problem?" he snapped.

"look, it's 2 in the morning. i'm tired and i want to go to sleep. can't you just go ahead and eat and let me finish here?" she asked.

"you're taking me for granted," he replied.

"i'm taking you for granted?" she said looking at him, "i came home, prepared everything for you and waited till you finished so i can clean your mess up and now i'm taking you for granted?"

"you always take the side of your family," he suddenly said.

"and what has that got to do with this?" she answered.

"it's true, isn't it? you're always patient with them." he said.

"they do not hurt me the way you do," she said softly, "and i do not take sides. you treat them indifferently. you're mean and rude to them."

he started banging and throwing things around, cursing loudly.

"will you stop that!" she said, "that's what i hate about your drinking. you become a jerk!"

"i'm not drunk. am i drunk? i'm not drunk," he said.

she wanted to hit him and slap him back to his senses. "you're really a jerk. i'm getting sick and tired of this," she said.

"get sick all you want, i don't care!" he shouted, "you are not leaving me."

"stop shouting. i am losing my patience. i'll get you arrested," she said.

"think you can still call the police when you're dead?" he taunted.

"you don't have the guts. not the slightest, " she said between her teeth, "for if you do, you'll be homeless and penniless. how can a leech live without blood to suck from others?"

"don't dare me," he yelled.

"come on, do it!" she dared.

there was a long silence between them. "come on, let's go to bed," he said softly.

"go to hell..." she snapped and slammed the door to his face.