MERCY

Mercy and Caroline have known each other since 5th grade, since Mercy got her period and it got all over her goldenrod stirrup pants and Caroline gave her her demin shirt to type around her waist.





Are you fucking him Patrick #1 says
Silence
Are you fucking him
Silence
Tell me now are you fucking him

Patrick #2 is inside the apartment packing his things. She can see him inside. He pulls down some of his clothes from the top of the closet and all of the clothes fall on him, she knows he is cursing. When she is in their bed at night she can see him moving around the room, gathering his things, she knows the course of his energy, his movements. He sits in the rocking chair and smokes a cigarette in his underwear because he no longer gives a fuck about her rules, clearly.

Are you fucking him tell me now
Silence
She is wearing the yellow dress Patrick #1 loves on purpose and the houndstooth pea overcoat on purpose. He keeps looking at her coat. He loves this coat. He wishes he could wear this coat.
What the fuck is wrong with he says.

Snowing. Mercy's back against the driver's side door of his truck. He has his arms on either side of her shoulders, he is leaning into her.
Tell me, Mercy, you fucking whore.
 Silence.

Patrick #1 grabs her by the hair and slams her down onto the icy street below. She gets to her feet through some slips and pushes him back and hard as she can and because of the ice he falls, his dress shoes have no traction, he hits his shoulder, she hears it. She begins to run across the street, down the sidewalk, hurry, hurry, into her apartment. She is on the porch and watching as he gets into his car and drives off. She calls his phone 10, 20, 30 times.

Hello
Hi what the fuck where are you going.
Don't ever fucking call me again in your life. You are a sick human being. You disgust me. I thought you were a good person but your not you are spiteful and hateful person, you are terrible.
Wait, come back here, lets work this out, come back here.
Fuck you.

Patrick #2 has packed all of his stuff sans a collared shirt and a broken part of a recorder and some dishes and some paperwork that doesn't matter that she will find later. Mercy blows into the door, screaming about Patrick #1, screaming about him and doesn't notice that all of his things are packed up, doesn't even notice the suitcases and boxes in the living room, doesn't even notice anything. She storms upstairs to the guest bedroom and slams the door. She doesn't notice until the next day when she is puking and hungover and wanting to kill herself that he isn't there and that all of his stuff is gone.