Page 63 of Adam & Eve

times. I knew he was expecting a response.

I thought about not saying anything at all. I knew that the words that were about to leave my

mouth wouldn’t make my situation any better.

“Destiny is bullshit. There’s no invisible power that controls fate. There’s no higher being that

knows our future. No sky daddy creating women from ribs. No baby in a diaper whispering secrets of

love and happily ever after into our ears. There’s just free will and you used your free will to impose

upon mine, simply because you feel entitled to everything you want, which is typical of your kind.”

He sneered. “My kind?”

“Yes, your kind,” I responded clearly and consciously. “Rich, white and narcissistic. It’s all

very cliché and lazy, and what I’m not going to do is feed into your sense of entitlement by pretending

it’s okay that you brought me here or that I want to be here.”

He stood there with his mouth agape like he was in disbelief. It was as if I often left him that

way, and it would have been funny had the situation been funny.

“You—You...” He sputtered and growled like a deranged animal as he paced erratically.

Then just has suddenly as he’d started, he stopped and took a step toward me. Aggression and

anger radiated from him. His face was enraged, and it looked as if a demonic mask had taken over his

features. I was afraid that he’d come unhinged.

When he took another step in my direction, I hopped off the floor and scurried my naked ass to

the other side of the room, putting the table between us for my safety. You should have kept your

mouth shut, I scolded myself. Even with knowing that I had earned his anger, I refused to apologize

for telling him the truth as I saw it. I would have to deal with the consequences. I prepared myself for

him charging me again, but he didn’t attempt anything.

“You… you…” he stuttered once more.

His face reddened as he shook his head. He looked as if he was struggling to find the right

words to say or was holding them back. He threw his hands into the air, turned abruptly and walked

toward the bathroom. I jumped, damn near out of my skin, when his fist collided with the bathroom

door. He then shoved the door he’d just battered open, stormed inside and slammed it shut behind him

It took me a minute to remember to breathe after that door slammed. Air escaped my mouth in

a whoosh, followed by something akin to nervous laughter. Another minute passed with me standing

there staring at the door until a sense of relief washed over me. He could have easily taken his anger