Swirls

“You’re a fucking whore Sasha! Every time I leave, it’s a new guy.” Bram’s lips thinned and he stared at Sasha, dark blue eyes brimming with hatred. From my hiding spot in the closet I saw her expression as Sasha tried to plead with him.

“Bram, you know I love you. Whoever’s telling you this is lying! Please, let me show you.” Sasha got down on her knees in front of Bram and started tugging at his belt.

“Stop!” he snarled, then, gentling his voice, “I don’t want you anymore, Sash. You make me feel guilty for nothing. Get out.” My eyes flickered between the two. Sasha’s pink bodice was heaving in frustration, matching the anger shining in her expression. The silent standoff stretched from one minute into five. Full, rosy lips pursed, Sasha broke, “You’ve never done anything for us Bram! You cause problems. Back there, hitting Trick might’ve made you feel better, but it only hurt me.” Her gray eyes filled with tears, and I felt myself weaken toward her cause, but Bram was unaffected. “Shut up, Sash.  I’m done. When will you understand?” his voice was calm and quiet, like he didn’t want to waste any emotion on her. Sasha left in a huff, pale taffeta dress swirling like the lives she disregarded in her selfishness.

            From inside the dark closet, surrounded by Bram’s scent, I watched his dark head fall into his hands. I wanted to help, but fear kept me hidden. I’m sorry. I'll try to help. I can fix it...I hope.