Packing Away Old Memories (Anyone)

"Elle you really think after all these years that what I think of you? As a piece of meat? I love you! I could never think of you like that." John said.

"Yeah, actually I do cause people who claim they love will turn on you in a hearbeat." Elle said.

"Elle I really love you. After everything you should know that." John said.

"After you cheat on me and leave me twice, make me feel like shit...I don't know what the hell you're capable of anymore." Elle said.

"Elle I haven't done that in a while. You know I love you." John said.

Elle scoffed.

"That's the same thing he said. You're no better than he is." Elle said.

"Who?" John asked.

"Micheal!" Elle yelled. "You manipulate me into believing me that you care and every time I fall for it, you screw me over."

"I'm not like him!" John yelled.

"Do you have any idea how many times he's said the exact same things you say to me? Or how many of friends of his friends he offered me to make them feel better? Or how about how many times he's told me that he wasn't going to hurt me and that he loved me, right before he climbed on top of me..?" Elle said as she began to cry.

John immediately felt anger in his body.

"He did what?!" John yelled.

Elle immediately regretted saying anything.

"It's." Elle muttered as she walked past John and out of the room.

"Where is that son of a bitch?" John asked.

Elle shook her head.

"Leave it alone John." Elle said.

"No where is he?" John asked.

"Please...just let it go." Elle said.

"I'm not going to let it go until I kill him." John said.

"It was years and years ago, please just drop it." Elle said

"No." John said.

Elle sighed.

"He's still in St. Louis." Elle said.

John walked downstairs.

Elle went after John and grabbed his arm.

"Stop." Elle said.

"He deserves a fucking ass kicking." John said.

"Please don't." Elle said.

"Fine." John said.