Their Past

[Tabitha’s POV]

A fiery pain stabs deep into my heart as I continue to shove Anthony toward the door until he is pressed against it and has nowhere to go.

“Tabitha, you need..."

“I don’t need to do a fucking thing!” I counter, stepping back and taking a few breaths. “You’re the one that needs to put your fucking clothes on and get out of my apartment.”

As the words leave my lips, someone begins to pound on my door, stopping any further argument.

"Damn, she has perfect timing,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “Go on then, cheater. She’s waiting.”

“But…” Anthony manages before the pounding grows louder. “Dammit.”

Letting out a string of profanities, he quickly pulls on his pants and then yanks open the door to reveal a red-faced Holly, who looks about ready to burst into tears.

“You!” She hisses, her eyes flashing an odd gold. “How dare you do something like this?"

For a moment, I don’t speak as I continue to examine the woman, trying to figure out exactly what she is. In her r