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Pick-a-Will Story: Angry Will
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The air was crisp, the sun was shining, and the clouds in the sky were fluffy and gorgeous. It was a perfect spring day. So perfect, it pissed Will off to no end. As he made his way up the walkway to the house he and Talia had shared during their marriage, he wished it could be bitter cold and raining. That was the sort of weather more appropriate for a husband crawling back to his house in order to pack up the rest of his things and leave. Instead, he was stuck with meteorological perfection for this partidularly annoying and hurtful task.
There was a moment of hope when the doorbell wasn't answered right away. Perhaps Talia was out, choosing to steer clear of him instead of standing over him as she always seemeed to when he went to pick up his things. If he'd just have the courage to stay until he was finished, this wouldn't even be an issue. But she had a way of making him want to turn tail and run. He was getting tired of it.
When the door was opened a moment later, Will's heart sank a little. Still, he pasted on a smile, trying to be cordial in the face of his soon-to-be ex wife's glare.
"I just came for the rest of my things."
"And here I thought you came over for a visit." The reply was icy, and already Will was wishing he could get out of there.
"I only have a few things left in the office. I'll be out of your hair soon."
She stood aside and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Hurry up then."
Will's brow furrowed, but he walked inside, feeling like a guest in his own home. "Where are the boys?"
"Backyard. They were making me crazy."
"They probably miss me." Will smiled and headed for the kitchen, ready to open the sliding glass door and see his dogs. They were already barking and scratching at the glass when he got there.
"Will, just get your things and leave. The dogs don't need to see you."
"Aw, come on, Talia. Look at them. Five minutes."
"I know you don't have any respect for my wishes, William, but I would appreciate it if you'd just get the rest of your things and go. No dogs, no finding reasons to stay, no trying to reconcile."
Will turned around and looked at her as if she was crazy. "What? You think I want to reconcile?"
"Oh, please," she said with a smirk. "It's obvious. Why else do you keep coming over here?"
His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and he slowly slid the glass door open, letting the dogs in. He crouched down to hug his pets, smiling at the excited yips and kisses, his heart breaking at the thought that their family was being broken up because of him.
"Come on, boys," he said, standing up, still smiling. "Help Daddy pack up the rest of his stuff so he can get away from your delusional bitch mother."
"Will!"
That was it. The scolding tone in her voice, the surprise in that one word that made it sound as if he wasn't expected to be angry, the assumption that he would want to work things out - it was enough.
He turned on her, shouting. "What? What, Talia?"
"I don't appreciate--"
"I don't give a fuck what you appreciate. You know what I don't appreciate? You making me feel as if I've committed some unimaginable crime. I don't appreciate coming to the house I paid for and feeling as if I don't belong here. And I sure as hell don't appreciate you thinking that because you make it so fucking impossible to be around you for more than ten minutes, my frequent trips here to get my shit mean I want to reconcile."
Her eyes were wide, shocked, and she stared at him in complete disbelief before she was able to speak. "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that? You're the one who ruined this marriage, William. You're the one who suddenly decided you were gay and had to fuck some friend you hadn't even been in touch with since college. Don't you dare make me the bad guy in all of this."
"Jesus Christ, Talia, our marriage was over long before Peter showed up, and you know it. You checked out on me a while back, and I stayed with you because I thought I owed it to you to be a good husband. God forbid I actually seek affection from someone willing to give it to me after years of getting the cold shoulder from you."
A sardonic laugh, and Talia shook her head. "So now it's my fault that you're gay and an adulterer."
"It's your fault for denying me any kind of communication, physical or otherwise," Will shouted. "You cannot stand there and tell me that you didn't cut me off from you emotionally."
"You could have tried harder. Did you ever think to ask me what was going on in my life?"
"Oh my god, you refuse to take any responsibility for this, don't you? You are fucking incredible." He put up a hand and waved it dismissivlely. "I can't talk to you."
He stormed out of the kitchen and headed for his office, Lani and Jake right behind him. There were only some books and a few desk items he needed to get, and then he wouldn't have to see her until the divorce proceedings. When he turned around to go, she was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a cold smile on her face.
"I'm going to make you pay, Will. Financially, emotionally, all of it. I'm not going to rest until I know you're as miserable as you've made me."
"Way to not be a vindictive bitch." He put down the box with his belongings, and put his hands on his hips. "Do you want me to apologize?"
"No, I want you to crawl under a rock and die."
Will nodded. "Good to know we've still got at least one thing in common."
"But until you do," she said with a sweet smile, "I'm going to make sure you pay for what you did."
"I'm sure you will. Now, just so we're clear, tell me exactly what I'll be paying for. I know you didn't like cheating thing, but I'm interested in hearing what else I'm being charged with."
She raised her head, flipping her hair and looking down on him in that little way Will used to find cute. Now, it just made her look like a smug bitch. "That's easy. You embarrassed me, you hurt me, and you made me feel like a fool. You abandoned me and forced me to end a marriage I wasn't ready to leave."
Will pursed his lips, squinting a little as he regarded her. "I embarrassed you?"
"How the hell do you think it makes me look for you to be having sex with another man? Couldn't you have had the decency to cheat on me with another woman? I'm a goddamn laughingstock."
The bubble of laughter rising in him took Will by surprise, and he let loose. He wasn't amused - not in the slightest. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"So nice that you find me so amusing," she said, bristling. "But why, Will? Why did you have to do something like that? You're not gay. I wouldn't marry a gay man."
"I hate to break it to you," Will giggled, "but you did. Granted, I should have accepted my own..." He shook his head. Now was not the time to share his own demons with her. "That doesn't matter. I shouldn't have married you. I did it for the wrong reasons. For that I'm sorry."
"Gosh, that makes it all better," she smirked. "I don't really give a shit about you accepting your own whatever. You made a commitment to me, not to some man. You made a promise to be a husband, not some faggot. How the hell do I know you didn't give me some disease?"
Any amusement Will had been feeling immediately dissipated.
"Well, the fact that my dick hasn't gotten anywhere near your cunt for months should do it."
A moue of disgust appeared on her face, and she shook her head. "Now you're being vulgar."
"No, being vulgar would be me telling you how much of a faggot I am. How much I like sucking Peter's cock and making him come in my mouth. Telling you how much I like him fucking me up the ass would definitely be more vulgar. Or maybe--"
"Stop it!" she screamed at him. "Just get out and go back to your friend. I hope the both of you get sick and die. You'd deserve it."
Will had actually been feeling guilty for saying what he had to her, but she lost him with her last words. Giving his dogs one more pat, he picked up his box and headed for the front door before he did something he'd regret.
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diminished_9thThe air was crisp, the sun was shining, and the clouds in the sky were fluffy and gorgeous. It was a perfect spring day. So perfect, it pissed Will off to no end. As he made his way up the walkway to the house he and Talia had shared during their marriage, he wished it could be bitter cold and raining. That was the sort of weather more appropriate for a husband crawling back to his house in order to pack up the rest of his things and leave. Instead, he was stuck with meteorological perfection for this partidularly annoying and hurtful task.
There was a moment of hope when the doorbell wasn't answered right away. Perhaps Talia was out, choosing to steer clear of him instead of standing over him as she always seemeed to when he went to pick up his things. If he'd just have the courage to stay until he was finished, this wouldn't even be an issue. But she had a way of making him want to turn tail and run. He was getting tired of it.
When the door was opened a moment later, Will's heart sank a little. Still, he pasted on a smile, trying to be cordial in the face of his soon-to-be ex wife's glare.
"I just came for the rest of my things."
"And here I thought you came over for a visit." The reply was icy, and already Will was wishing he could get out of there.
"I only have a few things left in the office. I'll be out of your hair soon."
She stood aside and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Hurry up then."
Will's brow furrowed, but he walked inside, feeling like a guest in his own home. "Where are the boys?"
"Backyard. They were making me crazy."
"They probably miss me." Will smiled and headed for the kitchen, ready to open the sliding glass door and see his dogs. They were already barking and scratching at the glass when he got there.
"Will, just get your things and leave. The dogs don't need to see you."
"Aw, come on, Talia. Look at them. Five minutes."
"I know you don't have any respect for my wishes, William, but I would appreciate it if you'd just get the rest of your things and go. No dogs, no finding reasons to stay, no trying to reconcile."
Will turned around and looked at her as if she was crazy. "What? You think I want to reconcile?"
"Oh, please," she said with a smirk. "It's obvious. Why else do you keep coming over here?"
His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and he slowly slid the glass door open, letting the dogs in. He crouched down to hug his pets, smiling at the excited yips and kisses, his heart breaking at the thought that their family was being broken up because of him.
"Come on, boys," he said, standing up, still smiling. "Help Daddy pack up the rest of his stuff so he can get away from your delusional bitch mother."
"Will!"
That was it. The scolding tone in her voice, the surprise in that one word that made it sound as if he wasn't expected to be angry, the assumption that he would want to work things out - it was enough.
He turned on her, shouting. "What? What, Talia?"
"I don't appreciate--"
"I don't give a fuck what you appreciate. You know what I don't appreciate? You making me feel as if I've committed some unimaginable crime. I don't appreciate coming to the house I paid for and feeling as if I don't belong here. And I sure as hell don't appreciate you thinking that because you make it so fucking impossible to be around you for more than ten minutes, my frequent trips here to get my shit mean I want to reconcile."
Her eyes were wide, shocked, and she stared at him in complete disbelief before she was able to speak. "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that? You're the one who ruined this marriage, William. You're the one who suddenly decided you were gay and had to fuck some friend you hadn't even been in touch with since college. Don't you dare make me the bad guy in all of this."
"Jesus Christ, Talia, our marriage was over long before Peter showed up, and you know it. You checked out on me a while back, and I stayed with you because I thought I owed it to you to be a good husband. God forbid I actually seek affection from someone willing to give it to me after years of getting the cold shoulder from you."
A sardonic laugh, and Talia shook her head. "So now it's my fault that you're gay and an adulterer."
"It's your fault for denying me any kind of communication, physical or otherwise," Will shouted. "You cannot stand there and tell me that you didn't cut me off from you emotionally."
"You could have tried harder. Did you ever think to ask me what was going on in my life?"
"Oh my god, you refuse to take any responsibility for this, don't you? You are fucking incredible." He put up a hand and waved it dismissivlely. "I can't talk to you."
He stormed out of the kitchen and headed for his office, Lani and Jake right behind him. There were only some books and a few desk items he needed to get, and then he wouldn't have to see her until the divorce proceedings. When he turned around to go, she was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a cold smile on her face.
"I'm going to make you pay, Will. Financially, emotionally, all of it. I'm not going to rest until I know you're as miserable as you've made me."
"Way to not be a vindictive bitch." He put down the box with his belongings, and put his hands on his hips. "Do you want me to apologize?"
"No, I want you to crawl under a rock and die."
Will nodded. "Good to know we've still got at least one thing in common."
"But until you do," she said with a sweet smile, "I'm going to make sure you pay for what you did."
"I'm sure you will. Now, just so we're clear, tell me exactly what I'll be paying for. I know you didn't like cheating thing, but I'm interested in hearing what else I'm being charged with."
She raised her head, flipping her hair and looking down on him in that little way Will used to find cute. Now, it just made her look like a smug bitch. "That's easy. You embarrassed me, you hurt me, and you made me feel like a fool. You abandoned me and forced me to end a marriage I wasn't ready to leave."
Will pursed his lips, squinting a little as he regarded her. "I embarrassed you?"
"How the hell do you think it makes me look for you to be having sex with another man? Couldn't you have had the decency to cheat on me with another woman? I'm a goddamn laughingstock."
The bubble of laughter rising in him took Will by surprise, and he let loose. He wasn't amused - not in the slightest. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"So nice that you find me so amusing," she said, bristling. "But why, Will? Why did you have to do something like that? You're not gay. I wouldn't marry a gay man."
"I hate to break it to you," Will giggled, "but you did. Granted, I should have accepted my own..." He shook his head. Now was not the time to share his own demons with her. "That doesn't matter. I shouldn't have married you. I did it for the wrong reasons. For that I'm sorry."
"Gosh, that makes it all better," she smirked. "I don't really give a shit about you accepting your own whatever. You made a commitment to me, not to some man. You made a promise to be a husband, not some faggot. How the hell do I know you didn't give me some disease?"
Any amusement Will had been feeling immediately dissipated.
"Well, the fact that my dick hasn't gotten anywhere near your cunt for months should do it."
A moue of disgust appeared on her face, and she shook her head. "Now you're being vulgar."
"No, being vulgar would be me telling you how much of a faggot I am. How much I like sucking Peter's cock and making him come in my mouth. Telling you how much I like him fucking me up the ass would definitely be more vulgar. Or maybe--"
"Stop it!" she screamed at him. "Just get out and go back to your friend. I hope the both of you get sick and die. You'd deserve it."
Will had actually been feeling guilty for saying what he had to her, but she lost him with her last words. Giving his dogs one more pat, he picked up his box and headed for the front door before he did something he'd regret.
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