Boomerang

Coffee seeps over the table, invading force of brown conquering everything it comes in contact with.
"Damn, Damn, DAMN!" Throwing ruined magazines on the floor, grab a pillow and fling it in frustration. The pillow sails in a graceful arc and poofs unsatisfactorily off the wall. Screaming into my hands, slumping down on the couch. I want to break something, ruin, smash, demolish. Too many adjectives and not enough action.
"Hey there beautiful." Without looking up,
"How did you get in?"
"You've never lock your door...luckily, your magazines are ruined." Pointless observation; reply laced with acid.
"Please leave." A few seconds...seems like much longer, and peer up through laced fingers. He is still standing there, looking down with a infuriating look of concern. Barely holding onto spiteful words, spit them out when he moves to sit beside me.
"I told you to get out. Leave now."
"Fine. As soon as I'm sure the coffee doesn't ruin the CD I lent you. And that book, you'll be sorry tomorrow, I promise. You love that book, remember? You were telling me about that Cynthia character the other day..."
Furiously launch off the couch, returning from the kitchen with a hand towel. Throw this down on the spill, and then stand with arms crossed and fingers ticking. He moves to put a hand on my arm, swat it away.
"Don't touch me." Swaying, lean back against the wall to make the world flatten out. Must be tears in my eyes, wipe them away, angry and this betraying body. Turn my face away, look down, pretend that this will keep him from seeing. Want him to think I'm still furious, not crying like some sappy girl on a CW show. A finger on my back, hesitating. Bit by bit a coaxing hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to face him.
Stare up into those green brown eyes. Hating and loving, with a sudden urge to pluck them out with my fingers and dash them against the wall like the pillow. His hands are on my wrists, stroking, teasing me into calm. A second too long looking into those eyes and the sobs make a dash for freedom.
"Damn it!" Face in his chest, his arms around me just like those sappy CW shows,
"Never leave again, ok?"