Frank
an excerpt

Amanda flinched. The pity in her eyes, on her lips when they pulled back, felt like a blanket trying to put Mayfair out. She was suffocating again, her breaths coming fast and heavy through her nostrils.
“I had you all wrong then didn’t I?”
“Mayfair I think you did have me wrong,” she said softly.
The feeling of shrinking couldn’t be put aside. She felt like she was being treated like a child, with such a soft tone and her hand extending out to pat the air between them. “I thought, well… maybe you… thought something about me. That I gave you an impression that…”
“That what? That lead me on thinking you were interested in me?” Bursting forth from her mouth the rage couldn’t be contained. It was poisoning her mind, seeping into her heart. Her hands were trembling.
She turned back to the computer. The chimes were still ringing. With her hands on the computer screen she tore it from the desk and threw it to the floor. Amanda cried out and came toward her but Mayfair’s hands were already on the mouse, the keyboard, tearing them from the connections behind the desk. Amanda put the barking pug down on her bed and came toward Mayfair but Mayfair moved away and her fingers hooked on an iron railing of a tall bookcase against the wall she pulled it, the anger inside her trickling away the more she pulled, tossed, tore something of Amanda’s.
“I’m not to be treated like some second hand piece of shit Amanda!” Mayfair yelled as Amanda’s hands tried to grasp her shoulders, her arms, anything to stop her but Mayfair was the stronger of the two and shoved her away. Grabbing the wall, her ankles caught on the tumbled book case but she managed to stand. Sinclair was on the bed barking over Mayfair’s voice, climbing up out of her lungs and infusing with the burning fury her hands were trying to convey. “I’m sick of people thinking they can treat me this way and they can’t, especially you! Prancing around making eyes at people you KNOW will fall for you just so they can buy you coffee-” her hands were pulling the books out, throwing them behind her, missing Sinclair by centimetres. “And help you with your Uni work and so you can use them for your own benefit and when they finally ask something of YOU oh no you can’t comply cos you’re too good for that. You have to let them down easy-” She yanked Amanda’s mobile phone cord from the wall, along with the mobile, and with all her strength tossed it against the wall where it broke away into pieces.
Amanda was trying to recover from Mayfair’s most recent shove. Landing on the floor, books and cd’s and dvd’s under her fall. Mayfair only glanced at her once, and saw the fear in her eyes and was glad. If she could scare her into understanding than at least there was one person who wouldn’t mess with her again.
Finally her anger stopped. Drained from her. Shoulders slumped while her chest heaved up and down to regain her breath. Amanda was still on the floor, propped up on her elbows, books sliding underneath her. Her beautiful long brown hair fanned out against the carpet but her eyes unrecognisable. Mayfair looked at the distruction. An entire corner of the room from the computer to the TV ripped apart, pulled away, tossed aside. While the anger slipped away from her she looked at the room under the lamplight from behind her and wondered how she was possible of such a feat. Her hands trembled, throat closing up. A stone was growing against her heart. For the first time Sinclair was up on his feet in a desperate desire to join in on the fun.
The burning in Mayfair’s heart was now the left over pain. The hurt. The face she had to admit Amanda didn’t want her that way no matter how much she had lead her on. She stepped over the broken pieces of glass from the television screen and picked Sinclair up off the bed. Flushed in the face, she gave one last look to Amanda before disappearing down the hallway. She thought she would feel satisfaction. But she never felt satisfaction. She always felt the horror. The terror. Like she did now.