By Sara Codair
“I can’t answer that! You’ll beat me up!” He looked up at Evvie, wondering if he needed to get down on his knees and beg. She was as arrogant as she beautiful, as passionate as she was tall, and as violent as she was smart.They had been dating for a couple months now, and he didn’t want to jeopardize the fiery roller coaster their relationship was becoming.
She glared at him.
His face flushed. He resisted the urge to get on his knees and crossed his arms. “You won’t like it.”
She glared at him.
“Just trust me, alright?
She glared harder. “Tell me who you voted for or I am going to walk out of this apartment and never come back.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. She didn’t blink. His palms began to sweat. His lip trembled. She didn’t blink. He glanced down at his feet. “I voted for…for him.”
She punched him in the face and walked out of the room muttering. “Effing Nazis.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” he pleaded as he wiped the blood off of his nose. “It was a dumb idea. I’ll go to the protest with you and donate to the ACLU. If I could go back in time, I’d do it differently. I didn’t know he’d be like this.”
She paused in the hallway, turned around and stared daggers at him. “We warned you.”
“I wish I listened. Please, forgive me.”
“I’ll think about it.” She turned her back on him and walked out the apartment, locking the door behind her.
He laid back on the floor, not caring that blood was running from his nose to his cheek. She had said maybe.
I wrote the following story a couple weeks ago for Cracked Flash in response to the prompt “I can’t answer that! You’ll beat me up!”It’s a snippet of satire with a touch of hyperbole that simultaneously abusive relationships and the divide politics can cause in them. I’ve changed the title and made some revisions. If you want to see the original and/or how other writer’s responded to the prompt, click here.