Fall Breaking__Chapter 2

Later on that evening, Brit took me to youth night at her church. They really made me feel welcome there. I got a chance to tell them about my growing up in church and what it's like to be raised in a Christian home. Everyone took to me really well, and they even let me do the closing prayer. Afterwards, one of the girls invited Brit and I to a party at her place, so we followed her home. Since we were the first ones there, we sat in the living room and looked through photo albums while our hostess prepared the hors d'oeuvres. A little while later, some more guests arrived. We started a card game, and soon everyone was having a good time. After a hand or two, Brit left to join the hostess in the kitchen. About half an hour I went in to see what was taking them so long. I stopped just outside the entrance when I heard their conversation. "...But your friend seems really nice; everyone likes her." "I know; she's a great person,” Brit replied, “But sometimes she's a handful. She gets so depressed, and I can't help her because I don't know what to say, so I feel helpless and frustrated." "Well,” asserted the hostess, “You do what you can; and you said before that she's always letting you know you're appreciated." Brit sighed, "I know. I appreciate her, too. I just get so worried; I’m glad she's here now. It already sucks that we live in different states, but it's even worse when I think of all the mental issues she's working through. And you know what happened today? I was looking for my business book..." Before she exposed anymore of my private life, I walked and cleared my throat. The two of them were standing there staring like deer caught in the headlights. I was fuming. "Damn, Brit! I knew you had to be talking to someone about the stress of dealing with me, and I’m fine with that; but damn! Did you have to do it while I’m in town?! While we’re in the same house?! I know I’ve said some pretty hurtful things in the past, and I deserve every slap you dish out, but can you at least wait until I go back home?!" She started apologizing, but I wasn't trying to hear it. I told her to leave me alone, got my coat, and walked out the door. She followed me calling out, "Where are you going? You don't even know where you are." "I’ll get a cab; and DON'T call my parents," I snapped. She grabbed my arm and begged me not to leave. "Let me go or you'll be sorry," I growled. With a look of horror, she slowly let go and apologized again. I turned away and just started walking. I didn't know toward where or what; I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed to release the dejected fury inside. And my troubled heart would not stop throbbing until I had nourished the beast within.

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