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Tatum Donnelly ([info]ojandtostitos) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
"I know that! I know all of it, and I know it's my fault," she shot right back, hesitating in her path toward leaving the room. Her whole body was shaking, and Tatum turned her head a little to narrow her eyes at the other girl. "It's not a.. thing! What if I did run off? I'd probably have an easier time by myself than with you! I'll just take my thing and just piss off and leave you alone."

She really hadn't given Michi enough of a chance to save her, in all honestly. She had wanted to be herself with her girlfriend, but she was always avoiding any PDA with the other girl, and rebuking her affection whenever anyone was around. No one could know, especially not Sam, just Sera, Charlie and Hunter knowing was bad enough but they kept quiet about it. No one else could know, and Tatum had trained herself to put up a good front. It was what kept them fighting all the time, the way she could just turn herself off and act like it all meant nothing. She had never given Michi a chance to break her down her walls in public, in public she always had to act like someone else, and she had never even tried to just be herself.

Tatum was just about to the door, her hand grabbing the handle, when Michi's fist went through the wall. This time, she did jump, spinning on her heel a bit to stare dumbly at her girlfriend. Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach for her wand, to heal up the busted knuckles and broken bones. But another part, the part winning out, was furious at Michi for acting this way. "You're such.. god! I don't even know! You're such a stupid macho headcase! Punching things doesn't fix your problems!" she managed to shout, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head.

"I'm done, like so over this. I hope you're happy. I can't be around you when you act like this," the redhead informed her after a minute, turning and finally opening the door, only taking a half step out before turning back again. "You know who else punches things to feel better when they're mad? My dad, my brother.. and a whole other list of stellar, classy individuals. I'm glad you know how to stoop to that mentality just because you're.. fucking pissed off at me! Grow up, fuck!"


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