"Damn it to hell!" she shouted as she burst in the door. Julie was so angry she didn't care she just broke the door with her slam.
Julie tried to get the door closed and made it worse. Now the damn thing wouldn't close at all and he was going to have to fix it she thought. Its all his fault anyway, if he hadn't said that then she wouldn't have been so mad and wouldn't have stormed away which made her slam the door! Damn men! Who needs them any way? They just cause trouble and heartache.
Julie was in love with Nick, her builder, although she had not said those words to him and or even to herself. They met when she hired him to build her house on the Cape Cod Canal. It was a beautiful house and worth all the effort and even he was worth the effort she knew, but right now she just wanted to scream at him. Kind of like old times she thought, but they were builder and client then, now they were lovers and this wasn't a fight about lighting fixtures or cabinetry. This was a fight about them, about her. And she was ripping mad at him. It was their first fight as a couple and she didn't like it, not one bit. She didn't care if she saw that man again, never would be too soon.
She heard his car pull into the driveway and got even madder. How dare he come here, how dare he. 'This is my house not his, mine!' she was muttering to herself now. 'The pain in the ass, now what does he want to fight about.' She stood in the hallway and watched him come to the door, the broken door. Nick noticed the hinge and the crack in the frame and smirked, which irritated her more.
"What?" She growled at him. "It's your fault you know. I wouldn't have broken it if you hadn't made me so damn angry!"
"How is it my fault you broke the door?" He was almost egging her on he knew. He knew her so well; probably better than she knew herself sometimes. And he knew he was right about what he said too. She just didn't want it to be true or him to be right.
"Oh, shut up and just fix it. Then you can go home, to your home. I've had enough of you." Julie turned to head for the kitchen she wanted a drink.
"I'm not going anywhere until we talk this over Julie. Its important and you know it." Nick was frustrated but he wasn't going to let her not deal with this, it meant so much to him, she meant so much to him.
"I told you I was done. No more, finished. I have nothing more to say and you already said too much." She turned on her heel, trying to gather her pride back and went to the kitchen.
Nick knew he had pushed her but damn it she needed pushing, she just didn't know it. He worked on the door and he heard her in the kitchen banging things and slamming cabinets. He had seen her angry before but not this angry and never at him. He wondered how much to push and if now was the time, damn she was stubborn; she certainly got under his skin in so many ways. He heard the sound of glass breaking and she cursed which meant she'd hurt herself; he quickly went to her and found her bleeding.
"Julie, don't move you'll cut yourself again. Here, let me help you, take my hands." Nick's arms were outstretched to Julie so he could get her away from the broken glasses.
"No, I can do it." Julie moved a step and felt another shard in her foot and then reached for him to help her. She hated needing help. Which was the crux of the fight tonight.
He carried her to the bathroom and got the first aid kit out. He wanted to clean out the cuts and bandage them for her, but stubborn Julie wouldn't let him. Damn she was infuriating him now. So he left her there to do it alone and mumbling under his breath went to the kitchen to clean up the glass.
