500 Word Short Story
“Rebecca Slate, I love you.”
The words rang hollow, like the taste of cheap red wine.
“I love you.” He repeated, only this time with a bit more urgency. He kissed her passionately on the lips, then down along the side of her neck.
She knew what he wanted and she allowed herself the pleasure of his passion, but only to a point.
When he nimbly began to unbutton her blouse, she knew it was time to rein him in.
She gently grabbed him by the ears and pulled him back.
“Jake, stop! We're not going any further. We've been through this before and nothing has changed.”
Jake took a deep breath and forcefully let it out through his nose. He grabbed her arms and pinned them against the sofa. “If you really cared for me, you wouldn't stop me,” he coldly stated.
With one swift move, Rebecca turned him aside and quickly stood over him. “How dare you try to guilt me like that! Get out of my house. Get out!”
Jake back peddled. “Oh come on, Becky. I didn't mean it like that, honestly. I was only kidding.”
“Well I'm not,” she replied. “We're done here. Now get out. If you're lucky I might call you tomorrow.”
“Lucky,” he replied sarcastically. “If it's anything like my luck tonight I won't be holding my breath.” Jake snatched up his jacket and stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
Rebecca sat on the edge of the sofa. She picked up an unlit cigarette and rolled it between her fingers. She was trying to quit, but was having a difficult time of it. Jake was a loser and she knew it. She could read him like a ten cent novel. The problem was, she had been enjoying the story and didn't feel quite ready to put it down. She knew what she wanted in a relationship. She wanted romance, all Jake wanted was conquest. He was shallow and manipulative. She had had enough.
She dropped the unlit cigarette back onto the table and went to bed.
The following morning Rebecca woke up late. She had heard the phone ring. Someone had left a message. She cringed when she realized It was Jake. “Probably calling to apologize,” she thought. But the message was far from it.
“Hey, Becky, this is Jake, where the hell are you. I thought you were going to call me today. I’m waitiiiinngg.”
“Loser,” thought Rebecca as she deleted the message. “I’ll let him wait.”
Later that afternoon she called him back. “Jake, get a life. One that doesn't include me. Find yourself a woman who doesn't mind being used and manipulated. I'm not it.”
“What?” Was all Jake could get out before she forcefully hung up the phone. Jake sat down on his couch, shocked. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
Rebecca smiled, lit up a smoke and poured herself a glass of red wine, the good stuff.
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