Angry

          "Just fuck off," Madison snapped at James as she watched him step into the doorway of their bedroom. Normally bright, lively gray eyes dulled over with rage. "All you ever do is fuck up and make excuses for it. I'm fucking tired of it, of us," she continued as her small, childlike hands clenched into fists. The bitter tone to her voice escalating with every word she spoke.
          James stood there in stunned silence as her words washed over him. He had expected an adverse reaction to his latest blunder, certainly, but not one of this caliber. Especially not from sweet, sweet Madison who had managed, through one miracle or another, to be his steady rock for years. A position that she had held years before they had even begun to officially date a couple of years back.
          "Sweets, I'm not... Not this time... Please believe me... I'm not making up stories, not this time," he whispered; each word laced with a small plead. One miniscule, cautious step being taken with his left foot as he spoke. Sock clad foot making no audible sound as it connected with the honey maple hardwood flooring.
          Madison attempted to ignore the first step, writing it off as James merely needing to move. Then she notice his right foot begin to move him to bring him closer to her. Eyes narrowed as her nostrils flared, a small aggravated growl escaping from her lips. "Turn your ass around and get out, I'm not fucking joking. You and your smooth talking ways can sleep somewhere else tonight," she said in way of warning, voice cold and leveled. Eyes beginning to well up with tears formed from a mixture of frustration and sadness.
          Mid-step James turned around, taking a full minute to complete the turn in case she changed her mind. "I'm not leaving you completely... Not tonight, not forever. This is my house too Sweets. And you need me, " he muttered, the last line a weak whisper as he stepped out of the bedroom for the night.
          Madison slumped forward in exhaustion from the entire situation as he exited the room. Exhaling in way of a sigh she forced herself to stand up, shuffling over to slam the door shut for the evening; taking a second to lock it into place. Task complete she moved back to their king size bed, collapsing on top of it and finally giving into her tears for the night.

Just For Tonight

          "Why tonight?" Shayla asked in a hushed tone as she turned her pale, moonlit face towards the body laying next to her.
          "Why not tonight?" The huddled up form shot back without pause as he stretched his legs out under the blanket that they had both been under moments ago. Propping himself up on one of his elbows as he spoke in order to look up towards the face of his girlfriend of the month.
          Dusty rose hued lips pursed together to form a pout as Shayla thought over the question. A few more milliseconds went by as she forced herself to smile faintly before beginning to reply. "It just doesn't feel right, something is wrong... Something is missing," she whispered into the chilly night air, shrugging her shoulders forward as she responded.
           "Things never quite feel right to you," Edmond pointed out in a matter of fact way as he pushed their blanket down to waist level; words muted some from the rustling of the blanket. Letting out a low grunt as he pushed himself up into a sitting position; bareback pressed up against the cab of his truck. "Sometimes you have to ignore those whispers that you hear in the wind," he added in a whisper of his own, snaking out an arm around Shayla's shoulders; pulling her up against him.
          At first she flinched from his previously comforting touch before settling in against him as she was supposed to. Her initial response concealed as a simple shiver; believable enough given the chilly night air and her current lack of clothes.

Gotta Pee, Gotta Pee

          "Gotta pee, gotta pee," Rosalie muttered to herself on repeat in order to keep herself distracted as she stumbled through the pitch black hallway. Cold, pale hands pressed against the left side of the walkway; feeling along it in search of a door handle leading to relief. Slender fingers brushed against the smooth, chrome handle of the first handle eventually; resulting in a break in her stream of continuous words. Replacing the repetitious words with a singular utterance of the word one before resuming her chant. An already swift pace quickening even more at the whispered number.

          "And two!" She exclaimed much louder than intended as her fingers connected with the desired door handle; words ringing through the empty hallway. Fumbling with the knob for what seemed like ages resulted in a string of expletives being spoken by Rosalie. The door finally giving way to her frantic attempts to open it, allowing the poor girl to enter the chilly bathroom that was illuminated by a singular, colour shifting night light near the middle of the room.

          Dark brown eyes adjusted to the light slowly as she stumbled forward; mumbling a curse at her current intoxicated state. Bumbling through the necessary steps to rid herself of her pants temporarily as she headed in the direction of the toilet. Plopping down on to the padded chair, Rosalie let out of a sigh of relief as she achieved her goal.