“It’s not like that, I swear,” he says to her, as the tears run down his cheeks.
“Bullshit, if it’s not like that, then why are we even having this conversation?”
“What? You’re the one with the overactive imagination, attacking me with you’re far out ideas, crazy stories, and fact-less accusations, that’s why we’re having this conversation!”
She slaps him across the face, and feels the blood rush to his cheek, he twitches nervously then smiles, “Bitch,” he hisses.
“I’d rather be a bitch, than be a worthless whore like you,” she hisses back.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, who the fuck is a worthless whore?”
“She is!” She says, pointing towards the silent girl, standing a few feet away.
“Seriously? She’s a whore? Are you actually taking anytime to think about what the fucking hell you’re saying? She doesn’t have the capabilities to be a whore, let alone the, well, you know, the parts, so, fuck Amy, get you’re facts straight.”
“My facts are straight TREVOR! She’s a FUCKING WORE, I know it, you know it and she, FUCKING-WELL knows it! So why don’t you stop fucking protecting her, and just admit it!”
“Admit what? There’s nothing fucking happening!”
“Bullshit, I’m not buying it, I know something going on between you two, I know it, so, you might as well admit it, do it now, and, and, well, and maybe we can all move on, together, past this.”
“Amy, for crying out loud, I know, I really do, but, the last few months, stuck in this fucking bunker, it’s playing with your mind, I know how you feel, I feel it too, I want out of here, I want to be up there, not stuck withing the confines of this bunker, but, honey, baby, we’ve got no other choice, not yet anyway, not until we know we can go back out there,” he says, placing a hand on hers. “Believe me, nothing is happening between me and Veronica, nothing at all.”
“What? The FUCKING doll has a name NOW?”