"So, you broke my favorite mug… and you're breaking up with me?" Billy sighed, grabbing the broom. "This has been coming for a long time," Becky said. "Don't act so surprised." "What are you talking about? We never fight." He swept the pieces into a pile. "And you don't see a problem with that?" "What..? How..?" Billy stuttered. The wrinkles in Billy's forehead rolled as he dragged his forefinger across his brow. "You want to end things because we get along?" Billy said. "Well, don't you think that's a problem?" Becky said. "That we can communicate without big explosions and yelling and screaming?" Billy paused, taking a sharp breath. "You want to yell and scream at each other?" "Well, it shows passion in the relationship." "We have plenty of passion." "In the bedroom, maybe." Becky tapped her fingers off the Kitchen island as she walked around it. "I just don't get it," Billy said, "I encourage you. I support you. I am always on your side. I have pushed you to be a better person, all with kindness and love, and you are telling me that is wrong." "No, not wrong, Billy, just not enough." "Not enough. Not enough." Picking up the coffee pot, Billy snapped. Glass and hot steaming liquid flew up from the linoleum as Billy smashed the coffee pot on the floor. Becky jumped back. Her eyes widened at Billy's unexpected and furious act. The hair on her neck stood as his eyes lifted to meet hers. Becky tried to speak but was mute. She shivered as Billy slowly rounded the island toward her. "Do you know the things I have done for you?" Billy said. "The things I have done so that you don't have to have a life with fighting and harsh words?" "Billy," Becky said quietly. "My mother was always unhappy. My father was mean and abusive to her, which is not how a family should be. They should be nice, kind, and supportive like I have been to you." Becky's shaking legs inched back as Billy closed in on her. "Every time you did or said something that pissed me off, did I say something? Did I take my frustration out on you? No, I didn't. I took it in stride and let it go." Backed against the faded yellow wall, Becky took slow, short breaths, "I'm sorry." "You're sorry? Billy laughed manically. "You're sorry. I have done everything you ever asked. I have been the man you wanted. 'I just want a man to love me, to be there for me. Someone who is so kind that he never has an ill word or action toward me." "You read my diary?" Becky's voice was barely audible. "That's nothing," Billy said. "That is only the beginning." "Only the beginning?" "I had to make sure you were mine. So I removed the competition, and Mike just had to go?" "Mike?" Becky said, sliding down the wall toward the corner, "Mike went back to Ohio to help his sick mother." Billy's laugh echoed through the kitchen. "Not so much." "Billy, you're not serious?" "I worked to give you the perfect life. We have been happy together these past three years, have we not? I made sure of that. I worked out my frustrations with you in other ways so you wouldn't have to deal with that side of me." "What do you mean other ways?" "What are you doing?" Billy said, grabbing Becky by the arms. "You're trying to run away, aren't you?" "No, no, I just," "You bitch!" Becky stumbled as Billy's hard and bony palm whipped across her cheek. Covering her face, she pushed off the wall, intent on making a run for it, when her body was pulled back. Flying through the air, her limbs floundered about as her back was driven into the Victorian-style house. "You women are never grateful. Never," Billy screamed. "I put myself out there for you over and over again. Give you a wonderful peaceful life with gentle words and throws of passion, but it is never good enough." "Please, Billy, don't hurt me," Becky cried. Billy's iron-clad hands locked on Becky. Kicking and screaming, Billy dragged his soon-to-be ex back across the kitchen. Becky grasped at the island, unable to grip it. "Billy, please," she shouted "Isn't this what you wanted? You just said you wanted me to be cruel. So that's what you're going to get." Picking up a chunk of his broken mug, Billy's eyes flashed black. Becky screamed as the madman thrust his hand forward in a burst of rage. Screaming, he repeatedly plunged the sharpened edge into the chest of the woman who'd wronged him.
Prompts:
“So, you broke my favorite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
101 Of The Most Clever Dialogue Writing Prompts <https://authority.pub/clever-dialogue-writing-prompts/>
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