Love Hurts: A Short Fiction Piece About The Root Problem Of Domestic Disputes Within Relationships
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Love Hurts: A Short Fiction Piece About The Root Problem Of Domestic Disputes Within Relationships

Why Is It That We Accept The Phrase, "Love Hurts?" What are the limitations to that phrase?

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Love Hurts: A Short Fiction Piece About The Root Problem Of Domestic Disputes Within Relationships
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"What are you doing?"

"Sorry, Carter. I didn't mean to mess up."

"Well, you did. Stupid," Carter replied to Belle as she dropped his dinner fork after trying to serve him his food and drink at once.

Belle and Carter have been in a relationship for some years now. They have been in the mountains for two years, and that is all that is really known about them. When they moved in, in 2016, the neighbors called the police constantly due to loud, disturbing noises in the middle of the night.

One night in September of 2016, multiple neighbors reported hearing a bass-filled boom multiple times. Ann and Sam, who live in the red house on Brooker Lane across the road, could have sworn that someone was playing drums at three o'clock in the morning. The booming got louder and stronger, and then there was a screech.

It sounded like an evil grade school teacher took her red, ragged nails and gradually ran them down the chalkboard to cause a disruption of the disturbance. Sue and her daughter, Hazel described the screech like a cat who has been run over and each bone in its small, flexible body have been crushed to dust.

When the police arrived, a strange woman opened the door. We knew it wasn't Belle, because Belle was a very dainty woman who made herself appear smaller whenever a man was in her presence. Belle had these waist-length midnight black locks that reflected blue in the light. Her lips and her hips were petite but full, and her legs ran deep and tan like the Grand Canyon. She was a quiet bombshell, who did not seem to have any mirrors in her home. The woman who answered the door had a light pink bob.

She was a shorter lady with heavy dark make-up. Her eyeliner was bold and smeared, and she had a single layer of black lip liner, with no color filled in. She had on a white robe and red high heels and she answered the door and insisted that she was the owner of the home and everything was alright. This was not the first time that Ms. Suzzie did this.

When the cops closed the door, Carter's tall, slim, figure peered out of the window and he did not close the blinds until the cops were out of the mountains and far out of sight. As soon as the blinds closed, there were three silhouettes in the high, glass window and it was as if a meteorite flew across the room when the lights flickered and it was dark, again. Carter and Suzzie walked out of the house with an overnight bag and Belle stood on the balcony battered, as she watched in relief.

As the day began with the sun rising over Asheville at 6:34 a.m., Belle rose with it. When the sun lit the sky, she leaned from beneath her white, plush sheets and lit the room with the softest tickle of her fingertip weighed downed with her rose-gold ten karat diamond ring, as she turned on the pick Himalayan salt lamp at her bedside.

The glow of her room was now a pinkish, orange color as her pure bedroom theme served as the perfect canvas to display color. Her room's strong yet subtle sparkle matched the outside as the sun lit the white, foggy sky and reflected the lake below, giving the orange a brighter, pinkish tint.

When Belle brushed her teeth, the sounds of the swooshing and swigs of the brush and her gargling, harmonized with nature's choir of birds humming and squirrels crashing the brown leaves below them. As morning hikers run the mountain tops, Belle completed her knit-top bun.

Just in time. Carter was at the door and greeted her with a kiss on the forehead and a bouquet of sunflowers, red roses, and orange tulips.

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