A Locked Conversation

"Where did you go?"

"What do you mean where did I go, I told you."

"No, you didn't."

"Uhm, yes, I did."

"Why are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like 'Uhm I already told you' when you clearly didn't tell me shit."

"Wow. Calm down. I just went to the store."

"Why didn't you just start with that? You always get me worked up before you give me the answer and to be honest, I'm sick and tired of it. I'm sick and tired of these guessing games."

"Wow, wow, wow. Where is all this coming from? Why are you so mad all of a sudden?"

"I guess it's just been building up. I'm done."

"Done with what exactly?"

"I'm just done."

"No, no, no. Don't try to leave. Done with what? With us? With this? What? Tell me."

"Just let me leave."

"Who's making a guessing game now?"

"I don't want to do this."

"Do WHAT?"

"I don't want to do this dance anymore."

"Oh honey, we stopped dancing years ago."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, so now you wanna talk, huh? Well weren't you leaving? You can go guess it on your walk"

"Stopped dancing? How? When? Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought you were happy"

"I wasn't. I so clearly wasn't. Why didn't you say something??"

"Why didn't YOU say something?"

"Why is it always like this with you? Always throwing questions back and forth, never answering. Seriously, I'm out."

"Out of what? I need to know."

"Oh, so you NEED to know. I couldn't give a rat's ass about what you need right now. Just leave me alone."

"Fine. Go."

"I will."

(She goes to open the door. It's locked.)