Hello Reader. I apologize for not posting last weekend, I had finals week and I was focused on getting them done. I hope your week was good. I hope your Christmas was good, if you celebrate. If not, I hope your day was good. Here’s more of my writing even though no one asked for it. Also, if anyone has any constructive criticism for my writing from two weeks ago, I’ll take it.
A polished oak door opened, letting in two people to the penthouse. The first person, a man, sighed because he knew the dinner party tonight was an utter failure, no thanks to the woman, behind him. He wandered off into the kitchen for a glass of whiskey after dropping his outer coat on the nice thick carpet, then moved into his study. He desperately needed it after the mess she’d made. And to think, she did it right in front of important people! The kind of people who would affect his business and his career. And he knew others would most definitely talk to the press. He felt ruined, like the ancient Greek buildings reduced to nothing more than rubble after years of greatness and accomplishment.
The woman, Lilith, slammed the door shut.
“Lilith! This dinner party was supposed to help me, you were supposed to help me. Damn it, woman, you made me out to be a fool! Women’s rights? Ridiculous.” Riley’s whiny voice called out to her.
Of course, he could never handle anything without the use of alcohol.
Lilith sighed and followed him into his study. “It’s not ridiculous. It’s happening and it’s big news.” She glowered at him, who started laughing so hard, his cheeks were turning redder by the second.
Once he finished laughing, he spoke again. “Yes it is. It’s ridiculous and laughable. You can’t speak of anything, you’re just a woman for God’s sake. You just stay in the kitchen and do what I tell you to. I own you, Lily, so just shut your mouth. You don’t know anything,” he replied, pouring himself another glass.
Lilith hated being called Lily since it reminded her that to men, she was weak and delicate like the flower itself. She wanted her name to bring power and strength and besides, her name wasn’t Lily.
She felt her blood boiling under her skin, turning into lava. She was a volcano about to erupt. She looked at him with contempt, as though he were nothing more than a fly buzzing about.
“My name is Lilith,” she grinded out, “and I am a woman. I can speak about whatever the hell I want because no one owns me, Riley. I am not going to stand here and be ridiculed for it. Why don’t you go in the kitchen for a change because it seems to me like I’m the actual man in this goddamned relationship!” Everything that had been cooped in was released and it felt good, a heavy weight removed from her chest.
Riley chuckled, then took a sip of his drink in amusement. “My dear, I am the man. You are the woman and cannot be the man.”
“They say the man is supposed to be strong and powerful. But every time we have a stupid dinner party of yours to ‘help with your career’ I am always the one to clean up your stupid goddamned messes! Every time you stumble with your words, I am to help you out! You’re weak Riley. Face it.”
Riley was staring at her, wide eyed. He had never been confronted like this before, especially not by a girlfriend.
Lilith had her hands in her pockets and she lifted up her leg and rested it on the arm of the leather chair Riley was sitting in. She moved in closer and Riley could feel her breath on his face.
“I am the one you come to when you mess up in a meeting with one of your superiors. I am the one you come to when you need to fix something for an announcement you made at your job. I am the one you come to when you mess up something at a dinner party. I am the one you come to when you need help with something so damn simple. Let’s face it, Riley. I’m the man in this relationship and you’re the woman.” Her voice was quiet and sharp, like a blade cutting through everyone and everything.
Her hazel eyes pierced Riley’s dull blue ones and he felt she was looking through him, as though he were a ghost.
“O-okay,” he whispered.
Lilith nodded, looking down at him with annoyance and disdain as she moved her foot and stood up properly. “Good. Because I’m done with this.”
She turned to walk away when he started talking again. “Done with this? What do you mean Lily- Lilith?” He tried to keep in the nickname but it was too late; it had slipped out and Lilith was beyond pissed at this.
“I said, my name is Lilith. Can you listen? My God. And I mean, this is over. Done. I’m getting my things and I’m leaving,” she hissed. The anger in her eyes was undeniable now and Riley could see that she was serious.
She turned away again when he talked, trying to make her stay. “B-but Lilith, we could work this out. I mean, we can try again. I know I’m not the best in bed but-”
She whirled around, marched over to him, and backhanded him. His cheek stung where it connected with her hand and hers was slightly red as well. “Do not take me for some stupid simpleminded fool who only wants pleasure,” Lilith snapped.
Riley couldn’t believe it. He looked at her again, slowly. “I-I’m sorry Lilith. Promise! I just want-”
She scoffed. “I don’t care what you want. Shut the hell up so I don’t have to listen to your stupid voice and I can go.” To this, Riley had no response.
And Lilith moved about, taking all of her things and everything she bought when they were still together, putting them into bags and suitcases. But she left everything he had ever gotten her in a pile on the living room floor. Riley just sat in the chair, shocked by the events that had taken place. And then he heard the front door open and he moved. Jumping up, he raced to the door and followed her downstairs. Neither of them said anything, the sound of their footsteps and the suitcases rolling between them.
Eventually they reached the door out of the building and he watched her as she walked out of the door into the drizzle, holding her head high, her back straight.
Alright dear Reader, take your vitamin(s) or medication(s), drink some water, and make sure you eat some food.
Until next time, dear Reader.
Signing off,
Mother and Eliot
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