She looked off into the distance as she spoke, holding a smoldering cigarette between her fingers.
“You’ve followed me again.” She said emotionlessly without moving her eyes.
“I want answers.”
She nearly laughed for the first time in months “I don’t think you’re in a position to ask for those”
“Well I’m pissed” his voice sounded sharp and icy.
She pulled her coat closer around herself “I don’t quite understand why, of the two of us I’d say I’ve more of a right to be pissed. What have you got to be angry with me for?”
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me. What haven’t I?”
A calm inhale from her cigarette and a raise of the eyebrows. She exhaled through her cracked ashen lips before she replied.
“Well, I suppose I’d be mad if I were to be in your position. You have lost at the very least 50% of your girlfriends, if not more. That’s all thanks to me I suppose.”
A faint smile danced across her pale green eyes, flashing emerald as it passed through.
“Well thank you very much for ruining my life” he snapped in that biting tone again. Were it not for her complete lack of sympathy for the bastard she might have felt those icy words stabbing into her conscience.
“Bloody welcome, thanks for fucking with mine.”
“You know you haven’t looked at me once since ive been here?”
She smiled then; a crooked, bitter smile. “I know I haven’t”
“What, are you so ashamed of me you can’t even look me in the eye?”
She let out a sour laugh through a nicotine cloud; “I’ve seen enough of you Derrick. If I went blind tomorrow I would still have seen enough of your face to haunt me the rest of my life”
His voice grew sharper still “Damn it, why did I come here?”
The girl was almost having fun now- emerald joy flashed through her eyes again.
“I sincerely hope that’s rhetorical; after all you followed me here.”
“Would you just fucking look at me? Just fucking look at how sorry I’ve become!”
Her cigarette dropped from her hands and was deliberately suffocated by the toe of her torn sneakers. She noticed the sun was beginning to set and felt the chill of night leaking through the rips he’d left on her coat some days ago.
“Should’ve been sorry from the start Derrick, then maybe you wouldn’t have done it.” She moved mchanically along the path to her cabin. The cabin that was secret before Derrick, before it all happened.
“Let me in, please, just for a second. Let me talk to you.”
She took one last look at the pine trees, quickly followed by her first look at him of the night.
“You’ve said it all six times over. You even tried beating it into me. Goodbye Derrick, please stop showing up around here.”
He eyed the long cut he’d left that angled down from her eye to her lip, he got a good look before the door closed and the locks clanked into place and he was left staring at the heavy wooden door.