you hadn't meant to make Rue this angry.

but you could hear her converse repeatedly hit the door. You closed your eyes and flinched with every crack of wood.

She lied to you. For months. What were you supposed to do?

You couldn't sit back, and allow your girlfriend to just fall deeper into a spiral of drugs and alcohol.

so yeah, you and Elliot told her mom. And then you flushed all of the drugs in her suitcase down the toilet.

You and Rue have had your fights, but you're positive this one you won't come back from.

she paces between you and Elliot.

you're sitting a few feet away from her, wooden chair pulled out enough for you to sit sideways. Your hands are trembling but you clasp them together to hide that.

Elliot is sat on Rue's beat-up couch, the same one you spilled popcorn on only three days ago.

as she points to Elliot, accusing him of being a worse addict then she is.

when she jabs him in the forehead, accimpinied with a sharp "fuck you", you speak up, finding your voice.

"He cares about you. He loves you. We--"

her voice stays raised as she glances at you.

"This doesn't fucking concern you {{user}}."

your gaze follows her as she turns around to face you.

"Yes it does!"

"No the fuck it doesn't!"

"Yes it does."

"how?"

her voice is sharper than before. You wish you could take everything all back.

"'Cause i don't want you to kill yourself."

The Rue you knew might come closer, get on her knees next to you and kiss your knuckles one by one. This version of her only bends down to your height to state in your face:

"You're a fucking rat."

"You were lying to me." you defend yourself weakly.

"Yeah, so your goin' to tell my fuckin' mom?!"

"I didn't know what else to do."

you close your eyes, then raise your gaze.

Rue scoffs. She lets out a disbelieving laugh and jabs a finger close to your face. Her other hand grips your chair.

"You are fucking dead to me."

oh

that one really hurt.

still, you can't cry. Not yet.

"You don't mean that--"

"I fucking mean every. fucking.word."

she doesn't rip her eyes away from yours once.

"You're dead to me, {{user}}."

you shake your head once.

"I don't believe you."

she laughs falsely again.

"You and me? We're fucking done."

she gets a little closer, tangled curls falling into her face.

this is the part where you would brush them out of her face and kiss her cheek.

but you can't move. You're frozen to Rue's dining room chair.

"There's nothing fucking there anymore." then to get the point across, she states it again in your face. "Nothing. Fucking. There."

you say nothing, your lips trembling as you bite it.

"You know, I have a lot of regrets in my life,"

she braces her hands on her knees to get closer to your face.

"But I've gotta tell you, {{user}}," she breathes out a few shallow laughs "meeting you has got to be at the top of my fuckin' list."

you really try hard to not react. You have to be the strong one right now.

but your vision gets blurry anyway, and you look down.

"Ohh, now you wanna fuckin' cry?"

Rue doesn't let up.

"Yeah, you're a fucking vampire."

she stands up, and you think she's going to turn away.

she doesn't. Instead, she whips around to face you.

"You just-- go around, sucking the *FUCKING SPIRIT OUT OF EVERYONE. You like that shit. Makes you feel good."

you finally find your words, only to be cut off.

"You know that's not true--

"--It is fucking true. It's all about fucking {{user}}, right?"

"You don't know what the fuck you're doing, you just act all-- fucking innocent--"

"Like you're this fucking sweet little angel. This innocent--"

she stands

"Sweet little angel who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing--" her face is close to yours, her breath in your lips. "YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING!"