Aftermath

" this cannot be happening to me "The words pass through my head,when people say things like never do anything in anger cause you will regret it, listen to them because they are always right.

The realization that I shouldn't have done what I did while blinded by my anger is so annoying that I feel like hitting my head against a rock a few times before digging a hole for myself and then burying myself in it.

I am calm most of the time, that chill slow to anger kind of girl that no one thinks has a malicious bone in her body ,I am that kind of girl. I can't even hurt a fly for crying out loud , so why did today have to be so different.

I had a gut feeling that today wasn't going to be good but brushed it off since it was David's birthday and our anniversary so I kept saying today was going to be great ,what could go wrong? I thought my gut was wrong cause beginning of the day was going great .

But I was the wrong one; always trust your gut feeling because it will never ever let you down. I should have listened to mine because then, bad things wouldn't have happened like what is happening now .

Like my hand finding a glass cup candle instead of a hairbrush and flinging it at my ex-boyfriend, who I forgot, has fast reflexes that he loves bragging about and dodges it.

The glass hitting the wall behind his sister, well, not his sister but his lover, who screams like a banshee jumping off the bed and scrambling as far away from the bed as possible, which, to be honest, was pretty funny to watch.

The candle miraculously didn't go off but decided to light the whole bed on fire with the speed of light, which ended up with the whole room being engulfed in flames, before anyone could blink, talk less say anything.

David's fast thinking luckily saves the day, fortunately for me, because I wasn't comprehending anything that was happening.

He rushes to his phone and calls the fire department; he gets us out of the room as the flames seem to chase us out, we had to run away from a literal line of fire that seems to be following us out.

Luckily, the firefighters arrived on time and put out the fire before it could kill us or give us third-degree burns; they investigated the cause and realized that a very flammable substance was poured everywhere, which led to the fire spreading like wildfire. Which they later identified as perfume.

The matter should have ended there just like that, but before they could leave, Anastasia decided to act like the victim instead of the guilty culprit.

"This is your doing; you nearly killed me and my boyfriend, you psycho stalker, "she shouts at the top of her voice.

I stare at her in shock which has been my state of mind for the past hour if I am being complete, how dare she call me psycho she was the crazy bitch that pretended to be David's sister for the past four years and she is the dumbo that caused the accident, the fire would have been easily put out if the whole bed and the rest of the room was cover in her perfume.

"What are you talking about you are the psycho bitch that decided to decide to lie about who you are just so you can sleep with my boyfriend without me knowing"

"I just want to know, what did it feel like when you were being introduced to everyone as his sister, and he was introducing me as his girlfriend? I bet that hurt, didn't it ." I say with a wide smile on my face, enjoying watching how the innocent face she was trying to use to look like the victim transforms into a look of sheer hatred directed at me.

"You fucking bitch!" she shouts, lunging at me; before I know we are in a hot cat fight, I am so angry and ready to beat her up but can help but hear the whispers from the firefighters that surrounded us.

"Damn these women are going at it, those scratches look like they hurt but damn does that look hot "

"Yeah we should probably stop them but I can't look away, one of them shirts is ripped "

"Who knows how long it will take for them to rip all their clothes off "

"All because of that guy, he is lucky "

"We should stop them before they kill each "

The more they whispered, the more my anger dissipated as well as my strength, till Anastasia successfully pinned me to the ground, choking me.

She is pulled off by David while a firefighter helps me up; I look at her and notice that shirt that David managed to put her in before the firefighters arrived was ripped, and her boobs were nearly on full display.

"We have a winner"the guy behind me murmurs to himself; I push myself off him, backing away slowly, trying to get my head straight.

"Here, you go, "David says. I look at him, feeling like I haven't heard his voice in a while.

He drops a jacket over Anastasia, who smiles sweetly before turning her face to me, still smiling, but it is no longer sweet but smug. He doesn't look at me. He looks everywhere else but at me and doesn't say anything either, just walks away, taking Anastasia to the paramedics.

Staring at their retreating figure, the whispers from everyone become a bit louder, but I can't hear them. My mind blocks out everything around me, only focusing on them and my thoughts.

He gave the universal signal saying it was over, I am dumping you and moving on you can too either with a guy, a girl or maybe off a cliff I couldn't care less

"Miss I need to check your err... Wounds to see if there is any serious damage, "a paramedic says, bringing me back to reality.

I nod and follow him, looking down, my ear standing alert, picking up everything they whisper as I move away from them.

"Well the winner got the guy, that lucky bastard "

"When will I get girls fighting over me "

"Well two hot ones though, the winner is super hot but the other is okay too but she dressed a bit weird maybe if she dressed up and wore makeup she would be pretty hot "

"Agreed, I would happily fuck either of them though, fuck them both if possible"

"you think he has done it "

"You dudes are crazy let get back to work"

The quiet snickers echo in my ears as I go out of hearing range, but the degrading thoughts follow me. Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall.

After being checked by the paramedic who kept avoiding my gaze, when he asked me questions he said them so awkwardly that I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Haven't you seen a survivor of a catfight before?

"Miss Alexia Ross" A voice calls out from behind me. I turn and see two police officers, my stomach plummets to the ground at the sight of them.

"I am she; what can I do for you? "I say, doing my best to maintain a cool tone and not sound scared. I take deep breaths, calming myself; they are maybe just here to see what the commotion is about, but they don't arrest women for catfights, do they?

The officer stares at me and then at each other before they nod at one another; the first one walks towards me , before I can even react,I am turned around forcefully and cuffed.

"Hey let go of me !" I shout but my plea's are left unanswered.

"Miss Alexia Ross you are under arrest for arson, you have the right to remain silent"

"Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law "

"You have the right to get one phone call"

"You have the right to an attorney ,if you can't afford an attorney ,one will be appointed to you"the other says leaving me shocked

"What!"