Two Days Before
I stalked into my dorm, tossing my things down by the door and proceeding to the fridge. It was then that I heard the sound of feet approaching - careful feet, feet trying to find their way. I ran back out to the main room and saw Carrol, maneuvering her way through the piles of crap that had been left laying around.
"Babe," I said, "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy tonight?" She seemed nervous, shaken, about something. "What's the matter?"
"Joey," she began nervously, "you've got to stop fighting. What you did to that kid today -"
"Nobody gets away with talking about you like that," I snapped.
"I know, Joey, I know that - but you're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble someday."
"So now you think you've got to look out for me? I always try to watch out for you, babe - I protect you, okay? I do what I do because I want to protect you."
"I'll be fine. People have always said things about me, and I got around just fine before I met you."
"So now you don't need me?" I asked furiously. "Is that what you're trying to say? Is that what this is about?" Suddenly, a disturbing thought occurred to me. "There's another guy, isn't there?"
"No, Joseph, just - just listen -" She sounded desperate.
"I've heard enough!"
"No, you don't understand! Joseph, please -" She sounded close to tears.
"OUT!" I roared at her, swinging my hand towards the door without thinking. It was the first time I'd lost my temper in Carrol's presence. My hand came across her face and smacked into her cheek. I froze, terrified. "Oh, god, Carrol, babe, please, I-I'm so sorry -"
She ran out the door, crying hysterically. I'd screwed up again.
Then again, she had come in here saying all of these uncharacteristic things. It sounded like there was another man to me. That two-timing bitch would pay.