"It's either me or the dog"? Seriously? Are you fucking serious?

Hi: I'm Melanie, and I just gave my sexy boyfriend an ultimatum to choose between his little doggie or this new bitch on the scene who's PMSing at the moment. Good one, brilliant idea.

Okay it really pissed me off that Ripley had stuck her head in my meal, and Izzy was too zoned out to notice it, and it annoyed me that he probably hadn't raised Ripley with much discipline, but, maybe I had overreacted a bit.

Izzy scoffed.

"You want me to choose between Ripley, who I've known since she was one-month-old, or you?"

'Or you'. That stung a little but I deserved it.

"Okay, maybe I've gone overboard." I winced.

"'Overboard'? You just asked me- you'd think I'd choose a human, some girl over my dog? An animal that I have a connection with?" Izzy narrowed his eyes and raised his voice.

Yep, okay really stinging now. 'Some girl'; ouchy.

"I'm sorry Iz. Look, forget I said that but can you please not let Ripley do that again? You two can share food, but I'd rather not." I said closing my eyes and holding my palms up.

"You want me to just forget that? I can tell you don't like Ripley, but guess what? She won't be going anywhere. So I'm not sure if this," he waved a finger in between the small space between our bodies, "will work. I'm not sure if I want to be with someone who secretly seethes about my dog being in the district." Izzy spat.

"You know slowly I'm discovering you're quite uptight; a control freak. I used to wonder how you were possibly single when I met you, now I know why."

"Okay, that's too far." I snapped pointing my finger at him.

"I've apologised, I know I went too far, but now you're becoming me and you're going too far now. I am not uptight." I said through my teeth.

"Don't lie, Melanie. You want everything to be in your control; you want everything to be clean. I mean you fucking cleaned my house, clothes and myself, you don't want to spread germs so you make me buy condoms and you don't want some microbes of dog spit in your food, you need to shower after everything including sex, and you want to change sheets after every time you have sex!" Izzy said with venom as he walked slowly towards me, pushing me back.

"I wanted you to buy condoms so you wouldn't get me pregnant! Also to not spread venereal diseases, but mainly to prevent us from becoming parents! Isn't that what you want? Or do you want a whole bunch of kids? With your career, I'd assume that the last thing you'd want is kids!"

Izzy blinked for a second as he searched for words.

"Don't change the subject." He yelled as he continued to push me back with words.

"You didn't answer the question, Izzy." I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It was rhetorical." He spluttered.

"No, it wasn't. If you're so disturbed about me making you wear condoms, stop wearing them and then I'll just get pregnant one day. How many kids do you want, Izzy? I'll just pop them out for you shall I?" I said now making him walk backwards.

"You're changing the subject; I'm not talking about procreation, I'm talking about Ripley. If you don't like her, well she ain't leaving, so I guess it'll be you that will have to leave. Because at this point, I'd way prefer to be with Ripley than you."

"Okay then, so now what? You want to end this? Because obviously I'm too uptight for you!"

"Well, I honestly think that might be the best decision. Hey look at that, you've actually made a good suggestion for the first time... in your entire life no doubt."

I stood there quite dumbfounded, and highly offended. The only thing going through my head at that point was profanities.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as I pushed Izzy hard on the chest with both of my hands.

He took a step back and paused, until he came back towards me with an aggressive step.

"Fuck you too!" Izzy yelled back, so loud that it made me jump, and he pushed me back.

It wasn't necessarily a much stronger shove back, but it was enough to take me by too much surprise. I stumbled backwards and as much as I tried to keep my balance but I just couldn't, and I ended up falling backwards when my foot got caught on the leg of the coffee table. I flung my hands behind my back as support so when I hit the floor it would be some padding, but when I hit the floor, it hurt my hands much more than I thought. I felt them get bent at the wrists as well as my tailbone hitting the hard wooden floor and pain was shot through my entire body. My eyes closed instantly and I yelled out in pain, as well as a string of profanities.

There was a long silence.

"Melanie?" Izzy's tone was suddenly quiet and soft.

I didn't reply. I didn't want to reply, plus I was in too much pain.

"Melanie?" Izzy asked again but this time with more concern.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at Izzy standing over me with a distressed expression covering his face. A ran a hand through his hair and pushed the coffee table right out of the way up against the TV cupboard, and squatted by my side near my head.

"Fuck, are you alright?" He asked now kneeling down, and he used both of his hands to scoop me up by supporting the back of my head and my lower back.

He pulled me close to his chest and kept his eyes staring into mine.

"Are you al-" he whispered until I cut him off.

"No, I'm not alright! My tailbone is killing me and my wrists are fucking aching!" I snapped, making him flinch.

"I'm sorry, Mel, I didn't mean to push that hard." He mumbled.

There was another long silent pause as I continued to stare daggers. He stopped looking at me and began to look over my body and stare at the floor in shame.

"I shouldn't have pushed you at all." He eventually added, still mumbling.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Melanie." He apologised genuinely, now looking at me.

"You haven't broken anything have you?"

His direct gaze was too much for me; a sincere look mixed with apology, regret and sympathy, so I quickly changed my direction to staring at the hallway doorframe.

"I don't think so. I fucking hope not anyway." I said clearly.

We stayed there for a while; me in Izzy's arms as I laid there awkwardly with my arms squished in between our bodies. He sighed softly and used one of his hands to push some loose strands of hair out of my face.

"I think we bought some frozen peas on our shopping trip, so did you want some?"

"Why would I want to eat frozen peas?" I asked accusingly.

"No, not eat, but to use the packet as an ice pack for your tailbone."

"Oh."

Yeah, duh what else would you think he was talking about? Good one, Melanie.

"Hang on, I'll get you one and I'll wrap it in a tee towel that I have... somewhere."

He then wrapped one arm around my back and the other underneath my knees, and he stood up with me in his arms, only for a short while and he gently placed me on the couch. I closed my eyes again and nestled into the couch as I listened to Izzy move around in the kitchen opening fridge doors and cupboards.

"This is mainly my fault." I said loud enough for Izzy to hear.

"No it's not." Izzy suddenly reappeared at the foot of the couch, and I snapped my eyes open.

"Yes, it is." I admitted rubbing my forehead with one hand.

"No, it's not. It's completely my fault. You're right you know, I haven't taught Ripley many manners over our time together."

Izzy picked up my ankles and gently placed them off the couch and he sat in the spot where they were lying.

"Can you move your back?"

I tried by sitting up and it was easy, my tailbone just hurt and I could just feel the bruise forming.

"Come here," Izzy said softly, and I reluctantly scooted over to him, as he wrapped one arm around me bringing me closer to him. He passed over what I assumed to be a bag of peas wrapped in paper towels, and he placed and held it on my lower back.

"Is that where you hit it?" He asked.

I just nodded, resting my head on his slender shoulder, as I felt the coldness of the pea pack come through my shirt.

"I couldn't find a tee towel so I just got some paper towels instead." He chuckled awkwardly.

I just nodded again, staring at the pushed away coffee table.

"I'm so sorry, Melanie." He murmured in my ear, as he pushed a section of hair out of my face and kissed my forehead.

"I suppose I can chuck Ripley outside while we have dinner and then let her back in to have hers?"

"No, no it's okay. I can put up with it."

"No, I'll take her outside."

"No," I took a breath, "I don't want to change your style around. I don't want to be those girlfriends that control everything."

"But, I want to you to be around here a lot because my place is better than yours."

I looked up at him and he was smiling arrogantly.

"So it's easy, she can sit outside for a few minutes; it won't hurt her."

"Okay sounds good." I quickly spurted in a monotone.

We sat there on the couch with Izzy lightly pressing the pea pack on my tailbone for quite some time, in absolute silence. The TV could just be heard flickering, but the sound had been muted.

"I don't know how to apologise, Melanie." Izzy mumbled, and I could feel the vibration of his voice through my hand, which was resting on his chest.

"Me neither."

"What about a complete night of sex?"

"What?" I laughed.

"You know, we can make a whole evening of it, with me treating you. You don't have to do anything to me in return; you can just lie there as I do things to you, that will end the end make you squirm and moan out with pleasure."

I looked up at him and he was smirking back at me. He also added a wink.

"And we can do weird, quirky, kinky shit like melting wax, or licking melted chocolate off or something. Or even... feathers and handcuffs." He added lowering his voice and eyelids seductively.

"What- no. You can't be serious." I shrugged it off and looked back at the hallway doorframe.

"What about... me cooking you dinner? Or I can clean your house?"

I chuckled and shook my head.

"What about we go out for dinner? Somewhere really nice."

"Yeah I can imagine the waiter asking, 'What's the special occasion?' 'Oh just an apology dinner because we had a fight and I pushed my girlfriend over'. Romantic."

"Oh jeez," Izzy scoffed, "well I feel really guilty-like unbelievably-"

"You should." I interrupted.

"Yeah so I want to make it up to you. Get rid of the guilt feelings."

"I don't think there is anything we can do, besides just put it behind us. It would be weird if we had dinner about it or something."

Izzy paused.

"I guess you're right."

Once again there was another silence, only this time as I was staring at the hallway door, I saw Ripley slowly stick her around it. She was licking her lips, and then she slowly, with her head lowered, walked over to us. She was looking up at us with a sad, unsure and guilty expression on her face, and Izzy flung down a hand and softly patted her head.

"Hey, Rip." Izzy said softly.

She looked at me and raised her head and a happy expression eventually swept over her face as Izzy continued to pat her head. Ripley then sat down on her stomach and panted happily; I looked up at Izzy and he looked back at me, and he kissed my forehead one last time as when then all sat together in content.    

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