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“I don't need therapy, I need... I want... It's very complicated inside me, I need some time to think everything through. Just give me some time, Frank.” I looked into his eyes, but he was pretty angry himself.
“Maybe you had enough time. Maybe I'm through with all the shouting and rage. Because I can't take it anymore, and if I say there's a line, you shouldn't cross it.” It was just as if Frank had built a wall around me, four thick walls confining me to this small space. And I couldn't take that.
“What do you think, putting down lines? I can't cross this stupid line of yours? Why would I listen to this crap. Be a man, deal with me!” I screamed, punching my chest. “I have a character and there's nothing wrong with that. You're weak, you're like a baby, Frank!”
“Look, there you go again. Refrain yourself of this kind of behaviour, Mandy.” His words seemed like little stinging needles, making my anger worse and worse.
“I don't want to refrain, I don't want to be weak, I want to be free and feel what's inside of me. If you can't deal with that, then sorry!” I ran to him and pushed him with my hands. I had quite a speed and Frank dropped his bear and tried to gain his balance.
“Stop this, Mandy! Stop it! I don't want to fight.” He yelled. He put up his hands in a calming gesture, and stepped away from me.
“Quit being a weakling, Frank. Maybe I need a man who fights.” I didn't even know anymore what I was saying.
“I'm an adult, I don't think we should fight. It doesn't make things better. Mandy, cut the crap!” I started running again, and my fist hit him on the chin. I was really amazed to see this surprised look on his face. He still didn't see it coming. Frank stumbled backwards, towards the window and I felt my blood racing through my body, this enormous energy that needed a release. An otherworldly scream came out of my mouth, sweat dropped from my head and I thrusted my body against Franks. He fell backwards, against a rolling cabinet, that hit the window. A large crack appeared in the glass. “Mandy, you maniacal bitch!” Frank looked at me with a glitter in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Ah, an enemy to withstand me
“Huh, I'm a maniac? What about your mother?” In a second I remembered this great kick I had learned doing Tae Bo and swiveld my leg around. I hit Frank right in the stomagh, it went so fast he didn't have time to react. He isn't much of a fighter anyway. His breath came out with a “poof” and he fell backwards, hit the window, which didn't hold him. I saw the panic in his eyes, his hands tried to find something to hold onto, but there was nothing. He made a sqeaky, questioning sound, before the glass came crashing down, and Frank started his descent to the ground, eleven floors down. I ran directly to the gap, and saw his body getting smaller and smaller. Shards of glass fell after him, making tiny, singing sounds. It was a breathtaking view that night. Then there was a thud, hardly audible. I guess he died on impact. I'm not sure, but who could survive a fall like that? I'd never know for sure. I hurried to the elevator, waited impatiently for it to go down, and ren outside, around the corner, and found my husband there. God, he looked awfull. His body looked like every bone was broken, there was blood all around him. Suddenly, fear krept up along my spine. His brain was everywhere, little splotches of grey matter in the grass. How could he come back to life if he missed pieces of his brain? Would he be a zombie?
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