Jealousy In Seattle

Right then and there, our bonding time ends. Now, I have to face this man’s wrath. Seid begins to walk towards me as Art makes his way out of the room. They both stop momentarily in front of the coffee table. The situation gets even more awkward.

“Damn it, Seid!” I think.

With a weak but stern voice, “The second you’re back Arthur, look where I found you. You must have missed my girlfriend very much,” I can see Art’s facial expression change.

“Damn it, Seid! What the fuck are you implying? Art’s my best friend!” I explode and stand up from where I am sitting.

But Art gestures me to stay put so I calm myself up, “It’s not nice to see you, too Seigfried, or should I say, our highness, Cohen?” he sarcastically responds while facing my boyfriend. 

“Look, I know that you are gay, but I still don’t like you touching my girlfriend or being around her especially alone!” his remarks are already out of line.

“Seigfried!” I shout with a shaky voice. Once again, Art looks at me and sends the signal that he can handle him. So I let him deal with him. 

I look at these men back and forth, the tension is heating up between two male species. I can feel the sweat all over my body. I see Art snickers and put his hands inside his pocket. He walks adamantly towards my boyfriend. Despite his gender preference, he is not willing to back out. Seeing him, my boyfriend firms his posture and looks up to his face, staring nonchalantly. I can clearly see a two-inch difference between their heights.

I didn’t know Art is now this tall. 

I gulp as their conversation continues. I can hear my heart beating fast. I pound it once wishing it to calm down. I listen intensively since I am standing at least seven feet away from them.

Art moves his mouth closer to my boyfriend’s ears. Seid is caught off guard but prevails to hold his position and carefully listens to Art,

“If you don’t want your girlfriend begging for other’s touch and attention, you better touch her yourself! Don’t make a fool out of her by ignoring her lustful desire,” his words strike my heart, but I remain silent. 

“Fuck off! Who the hell are you to tell me what to do with my girlfriend! She’s mine and I don’t have to prove her anything!” Seid grabs him by his shirt and throws a punch. My feet are glued to the floor. My knees shiver and no voice comes out even if I try to shout. 

Art blocks his punch. Art retaliates and grabs the back of Seid’s head. He pulls his head closer and once again whispers something to his ear. I can’t hear him any longer. To be clear, I can’t hear them anymore, all I see are images of them trying to hit each other. All I hear is my own sobs. 

Seid’s face darkens as soon as Art whispers something, I wonder what could it be?

With my mind flying elsewhere, I suddenly hear a sound.

Blag!

The next thing I see is Seid on the floor and Art exiting my office glass door.  Their fight comes to an end, so I run to Seid and make sure he doesn't hit his head or something.

I touch his head but he throws my hand away, so I impatiently scold, "Babe, I am trying to help you out. Why are you mad at me?"

He doesn't say a thing and he tries to get up on his own, not wanting to receive any assistance from me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I furiously lash out at him.

He glare and grins at me, "Avery, have you been going on spreading rumors about our virginity? Me not wanting to have sex and that you feel awfully sorry about it?" he crosses his arms in front of me and fills those eyes of him with mockery and disgust.

"Are you seriously asking me that? What do you take me for? A woman who does nothing but babble about our relationship? Do you think I have all the time in the world to do that? Look around you, I have tons of paperwork, you see. I am not an average woman who will drool over your looks and your achievements." I toss the paper in front of him.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now, huh, Seid? That's what you are worried about? Your fucking reputation?" I scream at the top of my lungs, venting out all the bottled feelings since our relationship has drifted apart.

"Ava, don't you d-" he is about to bring out his temper but I cut him off.

"No! You shut your mouth, Seid. I've been listening to all your stuff, now this time, endure my freaking annoying voice," I send him a warning that leads him to stay put.

"I'm tired, Seid. You are always busy, you spend more time with everything but me. It is suffocating to be in a relationship with someone who's like you. You don't hold me. You don't kiss me. You don't sincerely enjoy my company. Are we still in love? Or are we just afraid of losing each other because we are used to being together," I calmly ask him these questions and cry.

He holds my shoulder, "Babe, you know I love you. And I am doing all of this for you. Don't you get it? I am preparing for my future with you. Our future. You just need to be more patient."

I shake my head in disagreement, "You're too busy looking forward without realizing what you have already left behind. I don't need your money or your success. I just need you to love me and be true with me."

"But I'm doing everything for you. Do you think it's not hard to kiss you then stop myself from wanting more? Do you really think I don't like kissing you, I want you? But not now! You know my belief and my parents would be disappointed if we do that," he keeps on babbling nonsense things, clearly missing the point as to why we are in this conversation after all.

"But that is what I want. I want you to keep wanting me. I want you to keep kissing me, hugging me, losing yourself to me. Just like last night. Last night, was truly magical," I try to persuade him to see the beauty in sex, in touch, in love.

That one magical night is what keeps me in believing that this relationship can still be salvaged. Every time it crosses my mind, I feel love and wanted and extremely satisfied, but tonight, with just a four-word sentence, everything, as in, everything severely falls apart. The one thing I've been holding to was clearly just a...

"It was a mistake," he clearly, calmly, and confidently says these four fucking words that broke my hard and made my world crumble.

A clean, hard slap marks Seid's face.

"Get, out now!"