Control

The glass shattered against the wall. She wasn’t aiming at him, but she was imagining she was throwing things at him.  He said, “Baby, it was just once.  I swear she means nothing to me.  I promise it will never happen again.”

She responded with another glass crashing into the wall to his right.  “I don’t even remotely believe that.”  She held her head high and said, “Today is your day of reckoning.  Today the world learns the liar that you are.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’re ‘sweet thing’ from last week called looking for you and we had a nice long talk.  I know your hangout and, as we speak, my friend the bartender has put up a little flyer about you in the woman’s restroom.  Every woman will know you are just a con man.”

“Baby you don’t have a clue.  I already spent most of your bank account.”

“Yeah, but I will tell you about the account I have at another bank I have been keeping from you.  I knew weeks ago you were fooling around.  I have taken steps to control the situation.”

“You can’t control me, bitch.”

“But I already have.”

She walked out of the room, passing the hired man who was entering the room on cue.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – reckoning