3 August 2012
-NATE-
"Get back in there" I said to Tiffany, pushing her gently back into the bathroom.
"No I can handle--"
"No you can't. Please let me deal with her" I said, turning my back to Mollie and looking into Tiffany's eyes to convince her.
"Okay" she whispered, backing down as I shut the door slowly.
"Is that Jeremy?" I asked as I noticed the short boy stood beside Mollie.
"He's told me everything. I thought you were the best, most loyal, most loving man in the whole world, Nate. How could you do that to me?" Mollie replied; a mysterious tone to her voice, evoking a sense of inner sadness but portraying a malicious demeanour.
"Mollie please, I never intended to hurt you. You have to understand that Tiffany and--" I began, before she cut me off with a slap and a glare.
"Tiffany? Of course it's all her fault. It must be her fault if even her husband says it is. She's always been happy to sleep around hasn't she? I should probably have expected something like that from her."
As Mollie started saying this, I felt myself becoming more and more frustrated with her, I felt every nerve of my being tingling with a certain anger that I felt whenever people spoke about Tiffany in this manner. The last time it had happened was on our first day back, but now I felt like I had the chance to act on how I feel: to seize the tingles and adrenaline and thrust them all together in one move that would speak my mind.
"Silly old me, I shouldn't really be surprised should I? And I most certainly shouldn't have ever trusted that stupid little sl--"
-TIFFANY-
I had my ear pressed to the door from the moment Nate shut it, trying to listen in on the argument. The door was pretty thick, but luckily the argument was heated and loud, making me worry. I knew as soon as a certain level was surpassed, I would be out there helping to defend my husband. How I would know when the time was right, I don't really know.
I kept listening, hearing all the hurtful abuse Mollie was throwing my way; almost as if she knew I was listening from behind the door. Nate was merely acting as a small barrier, absorbing some of the blow.
Just as I'd hoped, that moment when I knew I should go out arrived. My blood began to surge to my feet, causing them to push forwards, and open the door again.
"Mollie?" I cried, as she spat out the word that crushed me the most.
"I'm leaving, don't you worry" she hissed, looking disgustedly at me before turning to leave, a red mist consuming her as she departed.
"I was going to deal with her you know" Nate said, pulling me against him so my back was against his torso.
"I don't want you to" I replied forlornly.
"What she was saying was--" Nate began, working himself up again.
"Absolutely true" I said, pulling away from Nate and heading back into the bathroom.
"Tiffany?" Nate called out, not knowing which cubicle I'd gone into. "I know you're in one of these. Please, don't think that it's true. You're an amazing girl and mine and Mollie's relationship was fake and transparent compared to ours. Let's just forget about her and go on our honeymoon"
He'd hunted down the correct cubicle, through means of which I will never know, and he pulled himself up on the top of the door, legs dangling below.
"Please come out. I want to hold you" he said, head poking over the top.
"In a minute" I said, looking down at my hands and fiddling with the new ring on my finger. He stayed dangling from above, looking down at me for minutes, that dragged on like hours, until he began to exhale sharply, struggling to keep himself up.
"Not to rush you, but my biceps can't take much more of this!" he said, strain present in his voice.
"Oh right, sorry!" I said, laughing a little under my breath and standing up to unlock the door. He came in and stood over me, possessively and ever so slightly threateningly casting a shadow over me.
But then he knelt down, and took my hand, kissing it and trailing the kisses up my arm, pulling one hand away to shut the door and lock it behind him. He stood up gradually as he reached my shoulder, and then moved his hands to my face, cupping it and bringing it up to meet his so I was stood up too.
I looked up into his eyes for a few seconds and then pressed my lips into his, kissing him gently once, before diving back in for more and opening my mouth the tiniest fraction, allowing his tongue to pass swiftly between my lips, wrenching them open and enveloping my mouth with his love.
No matter what he did, I always found myself falling back into the bottomless pit: the pit where I always feel like a young girl, being swept off her feet by the love of her life.
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