Tales of Fake

'How could you do it, Erin?' he said. He was gasping for air and his heart was almost pounding out of his chest. 'How could you turn your back on me so easily? What the heck happened to all the sweet things you told me you felt about me? Were those words so light that were swept away by the wind?'
'David, don't'
'Don't what? Don't start talking non-sense about my cheating-ass girlfriend? I fucking deserve an explanation.' he said, enraged, and paused.'Why d'you do it, Erin? Did you see something in him that I couldn't give you? Was that it?'
'It's not that easy.' she answered.
'It is that easy, Erin! It is! Was he better than me? Was that why you did it? Did he fuck you better? Gentler?'
'Don't treat me like that' she plead.
'If you act like a slut, I'm gonna treat you as a slut.'
'I'm not a slut! I didn't do it because I was in the mood and you weren't around, and there he was...'
'Oh, that's good to know; so you didn't climb up his pants merely because you felt like it. Do you love him?'
'I love you'
'If this is the way you act with someone you love, I wouldn't wanna be in your hatred list, then.'
'Shut up! You talk and talk, and point the finger at me, but you don't realize that it isn't all my fault.'
'Right; so I pushed you off to his bed, then?'
'You did push me, David. Every time something happened, you pushed me away. You'd never talk about your family, about you're life...you wouldn't even tell me why the fuck you felt like having a tattoo done. It isn't healthy.'
'So I have my demons.'
'So do I.'
'That's not an excuse, Erin'
'I'm not trying to excuse myself. I'm just saying that it takes two to tango...'
'Yes...you and Aiden, apparently.'
'Fuck you.'
'You wanna know about my life? Is that so goddamn important to you? Okay, here it is: the reason why I find it so fucking hard to open up, is because I was abused as a child. Yeah, that's right. The reason why my dear old daddy went to jail was because he used to use me as his own private punching bag every time something went wrong in his life. So excuse me if I have some baggage at this point of my life.'
'I had no idea...'
'No, you didn't. Because I didn't see the need to drag you into such a nightmare with me. And you wanna know why I shut myself out last month? Because a letter came in the mail, one that my father wrote to me before hanging himself in his cell, telling me how sorry he was for having hit me and punched me and left me scared for life.'
The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence between them. David was practically into tears, and Erin was trying to find the best suiting words to say next. Suddenly, he continued.
'So, is that it? Oh, no...I'm forgetting about my fucking tattoo. I had it done two years after my dad went to jail; once I had put it behind and was actually proud for having sent him away. Each fucking star is meant to represent the things I've overcome, the things he made me feel: vulnerable, impotent, sad, messed up...and dead.'