“Fuck you, Jimmy!” she yelled as she stormed out of the wooden house.
“Fuck me? Fuck you! You’re a stupid whiny bitch!” Jimmy said, chasing after her and slamming the screen door as he left.
“What did you call me?” she turned around as he approached her in his white tank top and blue jeans.
“Bitch!” Jimmy repeated, ” Do you want me to spell it for you?” he looked down at her.
“You know what?” she shook her head. “You’re not even worth it!”
She stormed off into the dark of the night. She didn’t even look back at him. She hated him, that house, and his friends, but she hated her life most.
“Another fight with Jimmy?” the old man behind the bar asked as she walked into the local watering hole.
“Fuck him!” she said as she pulled up the partisan and joined him. “Mind if I put in a few hours?”
“Hell no,” he said as he took a seat.
“I’m not going back,” she said as she cleaned some of the glasses.