Free Falling Capricorn by Dallas Adams Page A

bathroom, closing the door behind him.
    “Seriously?” she grumbled quietly. She glared at the door after him, shaking her head. “Wow, guess I was played the fool this time.” She scoffed at his reaction. “Next time you want some, we’ll see if you get any,” she muttered to herself, getting up. She decided to check her emails since he walked away from her. She slipped the night gown back on and headed into the living room.
    She sat on the sofa, logging onto the laptop that sat on the side table. She sighed heavily as she typed in the password. She glanced to the side at the USB that sat next to the table. “Hey Eric, are the ideas for next show on this USB?” she called to him. It was silent for a moment before Eric replied.
    “Yeah.” 
    “Cool!” She replied back, plugging in the USB into the port of the computer. She waited as it loaded, glancing at her nails. Still perfect, she thought with a smile. The window popped up for the USB and she looked through it. She clicked to open the files, and then pressed one that was labeled "Showgirl." What popped up, though, was not what she expected.
    Roxie expected to find pictures of the showgirl outfits and documents with ideas, receipts of purchases, maybe even the character profiles. That’s not what she found. There was just a file that said "Work" while the rest of the USB was full of naked pictures. All of the pictures were of different woman, all very much naked and very attractive. Roxie stared with shocked eyes as she scrolled down, down, and down.
    “ERIC!!!!” she screamed, bolting up from the laptop and into the bathroom. “ERIC WHY ARE THERE NAKED WOMAN ON THAT FLASHDRIVE!?” She pulled the curtain of the shower open. She stared at him, and he stared right back. The water rolled down his body, washing away the soap. “WELL!?” she roared.
    “Why are you mad? Is it because you can’t appreciate the beauty of a woman’s naked body, or is it just because you aren’t on it?” he said smoothly. With that comment, Roxie exploded.
    “WHAT!?” She couldn’t keep calm about this now. It was so unnecessary, so gross, so rotten. “Beauty of a woman’s naked body? No Eric! I am glad to not be on that USB of whores! How can you not even understand why I am mad!?” she exclaimed. She wanted to punch him, or knee him right where it would hurt.
    “Whores?” Eric muses over it, gaining a smirk on his face. “Wow, Roxie you are jealous aren’t you?” Roxie eyes started to tear up at his comment.
    “Jealous?! No I’m stating it as it is!! Women don’t go giving naked pictures out to strangers...” Roxie eyes widened the moment she said it. “Those women aren’t even strangers, are they?” she murmured.
    “No, you are right about strangers. I haven’t slept with any one of them, if that is what you are implying. I met most of these women online, and they are all way too trusting, you know? Some were even showgirls who wanted to be romantically involved,” he stated, grabbing the shampoo bottle. Roxie didn’t know how to reply to that, so she decided to just leave.
    “Fuck you Eric, I’m going to my friend’s place,” she stated, turning her back on him and walking out the door. Tears started running down her face as she packed up a bag with only her important things before she stormed out of the house in her night gown. She sped off into the night leaving Eric all alone.
     
    Joey sat in the darkness for a few days since he had given Eric the ring back. Anger was starting to rise within him. He was starting to think Eric was being a s- called friend by not giving Christen the ring back. He was also starting to feel airy and light, as though he was fading away into nothing.
    "Why Christen, why are you trying to forget me?" he asked receiving no answer. "Why haven't you given her the ring!?" he exclaimed into the silence. "Damnnit," he sighed to himself. There would be no answers in this place. He sat alone among the black and purple