SOMETHING NEW. 1/31/10
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“You know, it’s kinda shitty.”
“What is?”
“The way he treats you.” Candy stopped and stared at Mark for a minute, attempting to read the expression on his face as he looked away from her.
“He doesn’t treat me like anything.” Candy answered, taking another drag from her cigarette.
“That’s exactly the problem. You’re too good for him. Too sweet, too pure.”
“I’m not that good.” She laughed, looking away from Mark this time, “I’m not that pure, either. I’m not some sweet little angel he corrupted for a good time.”
“You know he corrupted you, though. He’s told us about it. How innocent you were until he kept talking you into coming over.” Mark reached out and moved a piece of hair out of Candy’s face, his fingers brushing her cheek. She blushed and looked back up at him, “He doesn’t deserve you. And you don’t deserve to be treated like a toy.”
“I’m fine with it, really.” She stepped out of reach, “It may be dysfunctional, but whatever me and Ryan have works, so why would I ******** with it? I get what I want, and he gets what he wants. That’s all there is to it.”
“And what do you want?”
“…Someone who pays attention to me. Who doesn’t treat me like I’m a fragile little doll that’s about to break.”
“And what does he want?”
“Someone to ********, and ******** with. Someone to control.”
“And you’re really okay with that? You’re really okay with being controlled that way?” Candy stared at the end of her cigarette, the red glow.
“No. But I can’t say no to him. I’ve never been able to.” She took one last drag and dropped it on the ground, looking up at Mark again, “I don’t have a choice. I belong to him, it’s that simple. I have no way out anymore.”
Mark reached his both hands out, gripping Candy’s face and drawing her close to him. His eyes looked directly into hers, reaching as far into them as he could.
“You have other choices. Any guy would be lucky to have you, and you choose to have one who will only take you if you do everything he says. You let him cheat on you, abuse you, practically rape you, and you don’t do anything about it. And here I sit, watching you do this to yourself, and I still can’t figure out why. We’re close, Candy, but this doesn’t even make sense. I thought I’d figured you out, then I saw just how bad he really treats you. Why do you stand for it, with him, when I’m right here?” He pulled her into him and kissed her harder than he’d ever kissed anyone. He could feel her resisting, but only slightly. Mark’s words were sinking into her head, and they made sense. Candy wrestled with her thoughts as she returned his kiss, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her on Earth. It was so sweet, so perfect….so wrong.
Candy broke away, attempting to catch her breath and stop the tears threatening to escape her eyes.
“No.” She gasped, stepping backwards, “No. That can’t happen. I…I know I shouldn’t be with him. But I am.” Mark just nodded, trying to hide his hurt.
“Let’s go back inside,” He said curtly, turning back towards the door. Candy followed, slowly, keeping herself composed. She saw Ryan as soon as she was inside, watching her and Mark walk in. She smiled and walked straight towards him, jumping onto him for a kiss. Mark watched as Ryan kissed her, even more fiercely as Mark did…and looking straight at him. Candy broke away, still smiling.
“Sorry for taking so long outside. Cig kept going out.”
“It’s okay, hun,” Ryan kissed her on the head, still watching Mark, “I think Kyle was looking for you. Something about mixing a drink that tasted like candy? He said you’d love it.” Candy nodded and took off for the kitchen, not even sparing a passing glance to Mark, nor noticing Ryan approaching him.
“Hey, Ry…”
“Stop now. You’re lucky I don’t put you through a wall.”
“Who’s to say she didn’t kiss me?”
“She’s too easily manipulated for that. She belongs to me, and she knows it. And you better learn it. Never touch my girl again.”
“That’s all she is to you. A belonging…and toy. You brag about ******** with her head. No wonder she’s so ******** miserable all the time, putting up with your s**t day after day. What do you even get out of this?”
“That’s easy,” Ryan laughed, leaning close enough to whisper in Mark’s ear, “Anything I want. She’ll do anything I ask, no hesitation, no problem. I completely and totally control her. And pretty soon, she’ll have nothing to do with you. You just lost your best friend, and for what? A kiss and a warning? Maybe I’ll have her ******** with you for a little while. Dump her again so she goes to you for comfort, then pull her back as soon as she’s getting close? It’s the same thing I did to the last guy who tried to take her from me. I could do it to you too, if you ever even think about touching her again.” Ryan leaned back, smiling, “So relax, man. Go get a drink.” Mark clenched his fists, staring into Ryan’s face. He looked so happy, so smug. Candy was standing in the doorway, watching them, obviously too nervous to approach.
“I just need to show her how weak you really are…”
Ryan was down, nose bleeding, probably broken. Mark stood above him, Ryan’s blood on his hand and shirt. Candy was between them, screaming something. It didn’t make sense to Mark at that point. All he noticed was Candy holding Ryan. Comforting him. Making sure he was okay. Letting him control her when he wasn’t even trying. Mark turned and walked away, ignoring every one, ignoring Candy screaming for him to turn around. He’d hurt her by hurting him. She’d be mad. But maybe Ryan would leave her alone…let her be long enough for her to see that Mark was right. And then she’d be back…and then, she’d love him.
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