Free Fight With Me (Fight and Fall) by Unknown Page B

bad as it looks,” I say with absolutely no filter.
                  To be honest, I’m not that embarrassed by my candor. It’s nice talking to another woman about personal stuff. You don’t have to worry about how they will take it. When you talk to a guy about sex, they think it’s an open invitation.
                  She clears her throat, obviously embarrassed by her assumption. I smile reassuringly to her.
                  “I’m so sorry. I just thought…I’ve just thoroughly humiliated myself, and you probably will never come in here again and order coffee. I could tell you that I don’t put my foot in my mouth on a regular basis but that would be a lie,” she says sheepishly.
                  “You want me to be honest? It was kind of refreshing that you were concerned about me, a total stranger. I think it was very nice of you to check up on me. We women need to stick together more. Girl power and all that good shit,” I say laughing, pounding my fist in the air.
                  She laughs, her shoulders relaxing and her face losing the embarrassment.
                  “I agree. I don’t have many, more like any girlfriends. I’m socially awkward, I guess. Thank you for not making me feel like an idiot,” she says smiling.
                  I smile back at her, enjoying our conversation. I really need to vent right now and I consider doing that with her. I know we just met and she will probably think I’m an over-sharing crazy bitch but what the hell?
                  “I just had a really bad day so far. Do you mind if I vent a little bit?” I ask her curiously.
                  “Of course not. I’m just on my break, so I don’t have anything to do,” she says nicely.
                  “In a nutshell, I just had crazy I hate/love you sex with my kind of boyfriend. I found out that he’s married but in name only. She just came back into town and is practically blackmailing him. There’s way more to the story but the gist of it is that we can’t be together. At least not right now that is,” I say, blowing out air.
                  Her eyes widen, probably trying to decide if I’m telling the truth or if I’m a compulsive, lying sack of shit.
                  “Oh, my gosh! That’s awful. Yeah, I thought I was having a bad day but I think you win. I got a really bad burn from steaming milk earlier but now I’m not so sure I should be complaining,” she says laughing nervously.
                  “To top that, I just had some crazy local manhandle me on the sidewalk. He practically threatened me but I can’t go to the police. I don’t think they will do anything. I had a bad experience with a few awhile back,” I say sighing.
                  “That’s crazy! I’ve lived here my entire life, and I don’t even know what’s been going on around town. I’m guessing you just moved here. Or are you visiting? This is a small town and you don’t look familiar,” she says.
                  “Yeah, I moved here last week. I’m from Arizona.”
                  “If you don’t mind me asking, who are, or were, you dating? And which guy harassed you? I pretty much know everybody around town. I’m not a gossip, so you don’t have to worry about me repeating anything you say,” she says firmly.
                  Hey, she might be able to shed some light on Marcus. Telling her everything might be a good idea. And if she ends of blabbing everything to the entire town, who cares? I’m well past the point of caring about what people think of me.
                  “Well, my boyfriend was Aiden Crowe and the guy that threatened me was Marcus something. I don’t know his last name, but he’s a mechanic over at the shop around the corner,” I say.
                  “You’re