2.9.10

THE FIRST FIGHT :D

‘why do I have to pick up after you?’, eve asked in an irritated voice holding a coffee mug dana had used and left next to the chair she’d been sitting on.


‘I was going to get that’, eve looked tired and dana didn’t want to sweat it.

‘no you were not, you never do’, she said as she dumped it in the sink alongside the other dirty dishes, dana had spent the day off at eve’s flat having spent the night there.

‘I know you are tired but don’t take it out on me’, dana’s voice was soft-eve just ignored her and started doing the dishes.

‘I was going to do those’, dana continued and got up.

‘when? At the second coming?’ eve oozed sarcasm.

‘if I want anything done around here, I guess I have to do it myself!’.

‘fine, am sorry then I shd have cleaned up but I was just exhausted and wanted to rest’.

‘yea, sure’ eve mumbled. It had been a rough day at work but she knew she was over reacting.

She stole a look at dana and found her brows knotted in confusion.

‘I’ll cook then, I was just waiting for you to get here so we could decide together what to eat’.

‘just leave it, I’ll take care of it when am done here, just sit and RELAX’. the dishes were making such a clatter as she roughly handled them.

‘eve…just let me do it if it’s such a big deal’.

‘fuck!’, eve swore as a mug broke.

The sound was so harsh in the silence that had taken over that dana jumped.

Finding eve’s behavior very unreasonable now dana slowly got her things together and prepared to go back to her place so she cd give her time to cool down.

When She was at the door and turned the handle eve suddenly stopped with the vigorous punishment she was imposing on the dishes and looked up.

‘don’t go..’ she said softly, ‘am sorry’.

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