she came bursting out of the front door at a run, both hands over her face, but tears streaming out around them anyway. she was mad, more mad then anything else, she knew better than to be crying because she was sad. she didnt get sad anymore, not over him. been there, done that, it had never made her feel any better. but she was mad. fuckin pissed was more like it. she had hung up on him, and he had come over anyhow, in an attempt to be sweet and clear his name she guessed. she wasnt having it. she tried telling him to leave. he didnt listen. he never did. he was one of those 'bitch dont tell me what to do' types. she didnt know why she was still with him. she was pretty sure she didnt even like him anymore. he was more frustrating than anything else. but something wouldnt let her leave. was that love? not being able to leave. or was she just a coward? scared to be alone. she hated him now. didnt want to see him ever again. he had fucked up. so she ran. she was halfway down the street now, slowing some. her hands were off her face now, except when she wiped tears. she heard him coming now, heard the truck backing out, a slight screech of the tires. what the fuck was he thinking? hung up on, and run out on, and still hes gonna fucking follow her. she kept running. she was really pissed off now. shed fucking show him. she ran faster though, hoping to maybe just get far enough away to avoid it altogether. but she knew that wouldnt work, she could hear his truck speeding her way. fucking bastard. fucking stupid bastard. goddamn cant listen to a fucking thing. thats why this relationship is in the toilet to begin with. stupid stubborn mother fucker. here it came, his truck, f-250, big fat fucking tires, and one ugly fucking bedliner, toolbox too. and here it came, almost beside her, and she could see his head hanging a bit out the window as she turned her head back his way. she could her him screaming at her as he caught up. he was pissed too, screaming 'fuck you you crazy bitch' and the like. he was gonna speed on by, cursing her as he went. and then hed call back in like an hour and a half and apologize. well fuck that. so she turned, and flung herself in front of the truck. he saw too late, but he couldnt have stopped anyway, thats how she planned it. hell be fucking sorry now dammit. fuck an hour and a half.