Benny glared at the closed door. He couldn’t believe Alison. Everything he has done for her and she returns it by treating him like shit.
He practically ran down the stairs and into the cool air of New York City. He groaned as he realized he didn’t know where he was going, and followed where ever his feet led him.
Thankfully, his feet led him to the Life, and not anywhere else. He walked in and sat down at a booth in a corner, hoping that he would be left alone.
Benny placed his hands on the table and looked down at them, thinking of what he was going to do. This was the first time that he and Alison had actually fought. Sure, they’ve had their share of arguments, this time was different though.
“I can’t believe she threw a hair dryer at my head,” Benny thought out loud. It had missed, but the thought of her even throwing it was not amiss.
He sighed and rested his head on his hands, thinking of what he should do.
“Benny?” a voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up and saw the concerned face of a Mark Cohen.
“What,” came his grunted reply.
“Is everything alright?” Mark asked, taking a seat at the table across from Benny.
“Yeah. No. I don’t know. Everything seems to be out of order right now,” Benny replied, slowly rubbing a hand over his face. He was so confused and had no idea what he was going to do.
“Well, obviously something is wrong. Alison’s not with you,” Mark pointed out.
“So? It’s not like we’re glued to the hip or anything,” Benny replied. At the moment, he didn’t want to think about Alison or anything to do with Alison.
“Just two days ago you were. Now what the hell happened? I haven’t seen you without her since the wedding,” Mark said, trying to get whatever information he could out of Benny.
Benny glared at Mark. ‘Damn this kid. Always trying to help others,’ Benny thought to himself. ‘He’s not going to stop asking until I tell him, little shit.’
“She threw a hair dryer at my head, and told me to get out of her sight,” Benny told him, finally giving in.
Mark quirked an eye brow at the older man, “Are you serious?” he asked.
“Damn serious,” Benny replied.
“Why in the hell would she do that?”
“I pissed her off,” he said as if it was obvious.
“No shit, but how?”
“I called her a bitch.”
“Why in the hell would you do that?” Mark was completely confused now. He thought Benny and Alison had the perfect relationship.
“We started off fighting about where we wanted to go for dinner and then it just kept growing, every little thing each one of us could think of being thrown in. I guess I just couldn’t take anymore and called her a bitch, hoping it would end the fight. I was stupid to think so,” Benny mumbled his explanation.
“You my friend are a damned idiot.”
“Thanks Mark,” he replied sarcastically.
“No problem,” Mark said with a wide grin upon his face.
“Seriously though, what am I going to do?” Benny asked, he didn’t want to make up with Alison, but he knew he had to if he didn’t want to be sleeping on the couch in the loft.
“Apologize maybe? I’ve heard it works sometimes.”
“I need more than an apology, this is Alison we’re talking about here,” Benny said, glaring at the blond film maker.
“Tell her how much she means to you, and how much you need her in your life,” Mark suggested.
Benny looked at Mark and smiled. “Marky, you’re a genius!” He got up from his chair and ran out of the Life.
“You’re welcome!” Mark called and smiled at his friends back.
“Alison? Baby you here?” Benny called out as he entered their home.
“What do you want, I thought I told you to get out of my sight,” Alison called back from the kitchen.
Benny shook his head as he walked his and wrapped his arms around his wife.
“I’m sorry,” Benny said, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, but, you don’t even know how much you mean to me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains, to be more than I can be. I love you Alison.”
“I love you too.”