Cursing ahead!

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“Please!” Craig fell to his knees, “please, I’m begging.” He was well aware Anna knew he didn’t beg, and hoped this would have some effect.

“No! You bastard! How could you?” Anna shouted, her gaze placed firmly toward the window.

“I’m sorry. Anna, she didn’t mean anything; I don’t even know her name!” His tone was pleading and a single tear made its way down his cheek.

“And that’s supposed to make it better? You slept with some whore and didn’t even catch her name?!” Anna’s face was contorted in anger, how could her fiancé do such a thing?

“No, that doesn’t make it better.” Craig stood and walked to Anna taking her in his arms. “Nothing will make it better unless you forgive me.”

“Forgive you?!” She shouted, wrenching her body from his arms, “forgive you?!”

“Anna, honey, please.” He stepped back, trembling.

“Don’t honey me you god damned bastard!” Anna spun on her heel to face him.

“Anna, how can I make it up to you?” he questioned.

“Make it up to me? Make it up to me?” Her voice was growing steadily higher as the fight went on.

“There has to be some way? Please. Anna, please.” His voice was beseeching, and his eyes were puffy from the tears that continued to increase in intensity.

“You can make it up to me by jumping out the window you son of a bitch.”

“Anna, please, I swear, I’m sorry. So sorry.”

“You could be the queen of England, but that wouldn’t make me forgive you.”

“Come on,” he cried out, “there has to be some way.”

“I’ll forgive you.”

“Really? Oh Anna!” Craig shouted with joy.

“Yeah,” she said, “I’ll forgive you when I stop breathing.”

He fell to his knees once more, his expression of happiness fleeting, his throat sore from pleading, “Anna, I’ll do anything.”

Anna took a seat in the corner chair and sighed. “You’ll do anything, you’ll do anything,” she mocked. “Go back in time and stop yourself from sleeping with someone else. Do that and I’ll forgive you.”

“Anna, I can’t, you know I can’t, what else can I do?”

Craig was wearing on her nerves by now, they'd been at this for days. Though she was finally beginning to think rationally again. “It’ll take a long time,” she gave in, “it will take a long time to win my trust back.”

“Oh, Anna,” he gasped, crawling towards her, “I’ll do anything.” He took her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes, “anything”

She smiled weakly at him, running a finger down his face. She withdrew her hand and slapped him. Hard. “If you ever do anything even remotely like this again, I’ll cut off a part of your anatomy you hold very dear, and don’t ever think I won’t.”

Craig laughed, “that’s the Anna I know.”

“I’m not joking,” her expression was stern, “I will cut it off and feed it to the dog.”

Craig’s face fell, he started to speak but words escaped him.

“You know how much Bruno likes hot dogs.” She laughed then, “but I’ll forgive you, eventually.”

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