It's been a week.

One long exhausting week that felt like it would drag on forever.

Kamazia sits in a daze, back against the wall as she watches the washing machine spin round and round, full of Fabio's clothes that he left in a heap in the corner of her bathroom, the wet prints of his feet leading to her lounge where she knew him to now be munching on her snacks while burrowing his naked buttocks into the cushions of her sofa.

Their argument three days ago meant nothing to him, it seems the words didn't even take a placement inside his fucking head either.

God, please.

She was so tired, exhausted to the core, so much that she couldn't even grow mad about it anymore, didn't have it in her when she saw something that has previously caused an argument, to bother her again, that every little thing she said was of no matter to Fabio.

There was only the smallest of hopes, waiting for the clock to strike six pm when he would finally be on his way home on a bus, seeing as he'd come by one and not his own car.

He said that it was at the mechanics for a check-up, but she got the faintest feeling that that was not what happened at all.

Fuck a faint feeling, she knew that wasn't what must've happened.

And now she was here, packing the last of his clean washing into his suitcases seeing as he expected her to do it.

His weeklong stay had just succeeded in clarifying the one thing that she was trying to run away from. She's tried to suppress every single thought, tried to look at it from Fabio's perspective, tried and tried and tried to see how this could possibly work.

But she's realised her truth, and one can only ignore it for so long.

Knowing now, and knowing then, were two completely different things.

That she'd eventually need to break away from the emotional attachment, that she would eventually need to stop hoping he'll change for the better. That here was nothing good in store for her if she wished to stay in this relationship any longer, unless she wanted to spend the rest of her life as miserably as the passing week has just sufficed to be.

She was going to break up with him.

This was her final decision.

She's uttered the words before, but it seemingly hadn't sunk into the both of them, the finality of her decision.

Tonight, she'd get him to the bus station, see to it that his bus ticket is paid for, that he at least has some cash to make the journey home in one piece, but that he would be sure to know that that would be the last time, he'd be getting help from her.

She was sick and tired.

Maybe she hadn't realised it before under the constant pressure of so much responsibility that hung on her shoulders, in a time that she was desperate in her need of him, in her spiralling thoughts that she loved him too much to let him go, and that she wouldn't be able to make it in her current life without him.

That was only then, she now realised.

Now, getting to experience what life feels like without constantly worrying where the next plate of food would be coming from, without having to tip toe in her own home afraid of an angered outburst from her supposed other half, the constant exhaustion that she used to feel.

Life could only grow to be better, with Fabio finally cut out of it.
Hers, preferably.
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"Could you get dressed already?"
Kamazia sighs, hip cocked to the side as she lifts a questioning brow in Fabio's direction.

"Why?"
He asks instead, gaze still directed in the direction of the TV.

"It's an hour before your bus leaves, and you haven't washed your ass today.
You should get on with it."

"Oh shit.
I totally forgot to mention, I-I didn't have the money to book the ticket, so I was kind of hoping you could let me stay a little longer until-"

"It's sorted, I already got everything ready as I assumed you probably wouldn't get to it until the last minute.
Now can you please get up and ready?"
Kamazia can't help the frown that tugs at her forehead, his sleazy excuses liquefying her temper.

"But baby, haven't you missed me?
Didn't this week prove to you just how much we've needed each other?
I missed you so much baby, you have no idea."

How can he say that after the total number of arguments they've gone through in just five days?

After the fear he invoked inside of her but three days ago.

After knowing she knew that he's been cheating on her.

She barely keeps in the snort, or sob, she's doesn't know which one would better suit her emotions, at his pathetic shrivelling, trying to prolong his stay in what is assumingly heaven seeing as he doesn't have to do anything. The terrible sex that he's tried to initiate but that's lead nowhere but to more of his frustrations.

Fabio was heavily underfed on having a conscious at all.
And that was putting it mildly.

"This is not a debate; you need to go back home. You can't stay here any longer."
I sigh, thinking of the lie that I concocted in my head of me not being allowed to have more tenants besides me living in this apartment.

I knew that he'd resist and be a pest, but I really didn't want to bother myself with the hassle.

Something i forgot was that everything was always a hassle when it came to Fabio.

"I'm your man, your fucking boyfriend, you can't just fucking put me outta your house-"

"You're not, you haven't been for a long while now, actually.
I was just to blind to see it.
And actually, I can, I pay my own bills, my own mortgages, I buy the food that you so greedily eat, I clean, I work my ass off for a living for myself.

And I'm breaking up with you."

We stare at each other for an uncalculated amount of time, as I watch his forehead morph into a frown, his mouth tugging down, and the flare of his nose in a haze of anger.

"I told you before, you don't get to fucking break up with me unless I say so.
And besides, I have nowhere to go, the apartment has been evicted, I was behind three months and the Landlord only had so much patience."
He folds his arms, fore arms bulged with muscles and veins.

Once upon a time I found that hot, but now I can't help realizing how cracked and dried out his skin actually is.

Eww.

Another thing I realise, like a smack to the face, is what the hell did he do with the thousands I sent him on a monthly basis?

"That's not my problem anymore, Fabio.
We're nothing to each other, so I'd appreciate it if you stop the hassle and just get your ass in a shower so I can drop you off at the bus station, please."
The strain on my voice is kind of troubling to make go away, as I have a huge block of cement in my throat trying to block everything that tries to come out of it.

Fabio was growing red.

"You can't just break up with your man like this, this -this is wrong, and you fucking know it.
We've been together for years; didn't you ever love me-huh?
I'm telling you; I won't fucking let you do this."
With each word, his tone of voice seems to grow as well, and with every little more frustration let out, he steps closer.

He was still naked.

"I have a free will, and if you don't leave my apartment in the next hour, by will or by force, I will be calling the cops.
I've decided that I'm sick of yo ass and the constant pressure I've endured when I chose to love you over and over.
Imma need you to make an exit out of my life, for once and for all."

He gapes, and I can see the slightest of tears brimming in his eyes, it softens me and has me questioning myself for the littlest of moments, until I remember the many clues of another woman in his life, visible with his late night calls on the internet I pay for, the lost money I sent him for the payment of our monthly rent, how his clothes reeked of cheap jasmine instead of his own musk.

He made me sick.

"Baby please, don't do this to me, I need you, you need me, c'mon, you know we can't make it without each other-"
Now his eyes were actually growing wet, and it has me growing rather quickly uncomfortable, as I look on in disdain.

I had nothing against a man crying, but this?

Was disgusting.

The look in his eyes, stricken and dark, though, told me that he couldn't care less.

He only wants you for what you can give him, was so clear now that the rose-coloured glasses were finally removed.

"Spare yourself some dignity and be a man. Now, under an hour, or I'm calling the police."

I just really hope it wouldn't have to go that far, and that he would be out of my apartment by the next hour.

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Happy new year's you all!