Inspired by: Just Like a Woman
Veronica came home to the apartment she shared with Duke. She hadn’t seen him since the night of their heist. It was customary that they ignored all inhibitions the week after a heist, but this has been radio silence.
Veronica looked for clues to Duke’s whereabouts. She found her clothing thrown around the bedroom. So she knows he’s been home and is desperately looking for something.
Veronica learned early on Duke, though a fantastic professional accountant, let his own money slip through his fingers like water through a sieve. She insisted they kept their hauls separate.
Her clothes were all off the racks. Holes here punched in the wall. Duke clearly thought he’d strike lightning twice in one week. She would never leave her stash in such a prominent spot.
The phone rang. Veronica answered.
“What do you want, Duke?”
“Veronica! I’m in a bit of a jam.”
“What did you do?”
“I’ve been arrested.”
“It wasn’t my fault I was trying to help a… friend.”
“Is that why you smashed all my stuff? Trying to get some money to help your ‘friend’?”
“I just needed a few thousand dollars. It’s not my fault you never share!”
“We split everything equally. It’s not my fault you can’t keep track of your money.”
“Whatever. Just get down here and bail us out.”
“Why should I? You don’t talk to me for days, and suddenly I’m supposed to come to your rescue?”
“Yes! We’re a team.”
“If you believed that you would have asked me for some money rather than trying to steal it from me.”
“Do I need to remind you this is what you wanted? I have never been enough for you. I was perfectly happy to find a new job and living in domestic bliss with you. You were bored. You wanted to try drugs, you wanted to experiment sexually, you needed to open the relationship up.
“Have you ever checked in to see how I feel about our situation? I’m unhappy! I never know what you think of me. I don’t want an open relationship. I want a closed relationship with someone who enjoys spending time with me.”
Veronica didn’t know what to say.
“Can you just bring me some money and bail us out? I know this is an awful way to end things, but when isn’t?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Veronica eventually said and hung up.
Veronica picked up the clothes lying on the floor of her closet. She hung them back up, trying to focus on repairing her home so that she didn’t need to think about Duke.
Once everything was as back to normal as possible, she packed up all of Duke’s belongings and loaded them into his pickup truck. She’ll kill him before she lets him step into this home again.
With all of her tasks completed, the reality of the situation hit her like a freight train. She broke down in tears at the sight of the half-filled apartment.