“She doesn’t even know what she’s fucking TALKING about!! Why are you listening to her?!” she screamed.

He’d never seen her so red-faced in his life. Must’ve struck a nerve.

“Maybe…” he started, calmer than he’d ever been when she got like this in the past, “it’s because when I listen to you-” 

…don’t say it Don’t you fucking say it unless you’re really ready to go, man

“YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME LIKE THAT!!”she raged.

“Because you’re a fucking racist IDIOT, Jan!”

A tingle went up his back, the shock of re-growing a pair and a spine in the same fraction of a second revived him. Daniel froze, his breath hitched in his chest like he was waiting to see if he’d vaporize from finally speaking truth to the power of the penultimate victim he’d spent the past god knows how long rueing the day he’d ever stuck his inebriated dick into. 

Jan’s face told him everything he needed to know about where else this was going to have to go and suddenly, for the first time in forever, he was fucking here for all of it.

So of course, she started to ugly cry.

“How!” she moaned, leaning away from him as she clicked into victimizing victim trope number 122, “ how could you curse at me??! You Know my Uncle’s friend Jeremy cursed at me when iii was five and didn’t want to sit on his lap anymore!!!How could you trigger me so willfully by disrespecting my personhood with that filthy word?!”

Her cries hitched in her chest in preparation for his muted, canned response.

But were met with…Silence.

She looked up out of her deranged theatrics over to where she’d left him in the dance and found him just standing there, stretching his back like a cat before he began scratching his balls ambivalently.

The fake tears dried up instantly as she narrowed her eyes. Her face twisted up in outrage over him not taking the bait.

“No one gives a fuck about your uncle’s friend, who is usually your brother’s friend , or your neighbor, depending on who you’re fucking pandering to, trying to bogart whatever fucking conversation we are lucky to fall into with the outside world-”

“You’re VICTIM BLAMING ME?!” Jan screeched and she stupidly spun around.

“You’re a LIAR, Jan. And I am done listening to it.” he started silently gathering his things.

She reached out to stroke his arm but he moved out of the way. “What the fuck!? I can’t touch you now? You’re what? Disgusted with me!?! All …Just Because I was a little mouthy with your-”

Daniel sat down in the most uncomfortable chair in the place and roughly rammed his bare feet into his beat up doc martens that she’d called him prissy for taking off out of respect the first time he’d entered her space.

“Oh, you’re not going to say anything?! Just sit there and pout while you put your stupid shoes on?” she sneered meanly.

He calmly looked over at her with completely unveiled disgust.

“The worst part is…you obviously think telling everybody all that shit excuses the bad behavior you’re about to rain down on them, don’t you?” he snarled softly.

“But you know what I have watched occur when your vindictive, mean-spirited ass starts braying about what happened to you right on the heels of having insulted someone you were jealous of for having caught the light in the room, Jan?? I watch them… relish it.” he said plainly.

“What?” she yelped, indignant.

“You fucking make people happy every horrible thing you claim has happened to you has happened to you. Even though they know you’re a fucking liar- they HOPE for it, for you. It doesn’t excuse you from shit. It makes you look like you just got hit with fucked up shit ahead of time-”

Enraged, she ran over to slap him in the face but stopped short when he didn’t even bother bracing himself.

She hung over him like some old carnivorous witch trapped by some magic spell right when she’d been about to consume him.

He stood up to his full height. Slowly. Towering over her stunted body, a cold sheen coating his entire body, save the fire shooting out of his eyes.

“You can’t leave,” she hissed.

“…what are you gonna do? Call the cops and lie on me like you did your neighbors because you didn’t like them ruining the block?” Daniel hissed.

She blinked in shock at him bringing that back up. “They were-”

“Kids, Jan. They were fucking kids!” he roared.

Her neighbors above and below who loathed her threw open windows, made popcorn and opened bottles of wine once they heard him yell. The whole block casually poured out onto stoops and blatantly eavesdropped from windows, tuned in for the blow out that hopefully would get the bitch to move out…

“But they-” Jan sniffed morosely.

“Kids selling fucking lemonade…on the steps of the brownstone their parents own…and your ass…in this measly fucking walk-up you rent that I had to cajole you to clean by putting my foot down and saying I couldn’t sleep over here ever again if you didn’t…called the fucking cops on them.” Daniel hissed.

“They robbed-” Jan started to cry again-“

“You of what, Jan? Your peace?! Your false sense of privilege?? For fuck’s sake. Thank GOD the cops who showed up had some fucking sense on That day!” He roared.

“You are not some endangered white woman risking your life by choosing to suffer through the perils of the ‘hood you and all the horrid renditions of vapid, vicious bitches just like you have gentrified and then completely,” he looked around,

“drained the life out of like the fucking culture vultures and colonizers you fucking are in every scenario life gives you the fucking opportunity Not to be-”

“Oh! That’s rich, coming from you! You’re such an ally!!” she hissed back. “What march have I ever been able to drag YOU to, Daniel?!”

“You’re not a victim, Jan. You’re a victimizer. & I am done.” He turned and walked away.

“You’re- you’re just gonna Go? Go where? Oh! I know! To her?I know why you’re talking crazy to me like this!” She trilled out accusingly.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around and narrowed his eyes at for the first time in this exchange. 

“It’s because of HER, isn’t it?! ” Jan raged on. “You- You’ve been cheating on me with that Black bitch that you think is better than me, haven’t you?! I knew it! Been bringing the stench of that filthy, black body into My pristine space- My sanctuary! How fucking DARE you?! You fucked her and brought that…into MY BED??!! I fucking knew it! That’s why you’re listening to her! Fuck her! She doesn’t- she’s not better than-”

Jan’s voice caught in her throat for real this time as she started to spin out in earnest.

“Oh! You think…” he laughed darkly. “You actually think… that she’d. have sex with me, knowing I’m with you?” Daniel snorted in derision. “For one? She wouldn’t touch me without my dick being quarantined for months on fucking end because she knows I’ve been passively crawling up into bed with your ass all this fucking time, on principle… Even thought WE haven’t fucked in ages! So, no you never had Anything to worry about there. I’m not the one with the propensity to slip up and fall on a dick when I’m drunk! That’s been your trashy ass!”

“It was One time!” Jan moaned defensively.

“You told me about THREE DIFFERENT TIMES, JAN! Maybe you’d remember if getting blackout drunk with your girlfriends wasn’t so de riguer with your lil coven of-” Daniel stopped short of slut shaming simply because he didn’t actually give a flying fuck anymore. All bets that had brought him here were off.

“Even though you and I haven’t fucked in MONTHS I’m out here faithfully walking ‘round looking like…Like I fucking contracted “racist fucking idiot” by injection due to fucking you in the eyes of more people than your self-centered ass could Ever even possibly fathom…for the FUCKING record.”

All the color drained from Jan’s face at the admission but she quickly rebounded.

“Oh! So you discussed it With her?!” she tried to roar melodramatically but it fell flat.

“Second of all,” he continued as he inched closer to her than he’d been in all of this, “You really want to know why I listen to her? Why even your narc ass can tell I…value not just whatever she…talks about…that you are too ignorant to understand.. but also her as a decent human fucking being?”

Jan froze as the room threatened to start spinning around her. “Get out-” she spat pre-emptively.

“The real reason, Jan- you stupid racist, worthless fuck of a woman-” Daniel hissed softly as he inched closer and closer. 

“Get out, I said!” Jan screamed as her hands flew up to cover her ears. 

“The real reason is because her & I?… we…family~” he murmured softly, an inch from Jan’s cheek, locking eyes with her as the words sunk in.

“What the- You’re- what the-” Jan spat. You’re- you’re- you’re not-” vertigo slammed into her as her knees gave out.

She crumpled to the floor and threw up the cosmos she’d guzzled in premeditation to gain the courage to attack him about his colleague in the first place. Daniel stood over her like a colossus.

“On my mother’s side, Jan. Not even that far back. Great- grandmother, actually. Beautiful. An artist. Black as her, loved too. By my great-grandfather. Openly.” he whispered.

“No!” she moaned in existential bewilderment. ” Your great- that’s only-like one or two-” Jan wailed, besides herself.

“& Ya know… I always thought you could tell. Your disgusting coven of racist girlfriends sure sounded like they could. But you were the slowest…and most prejudiced one in the bunch. I stayed around, looking for some semblance of worth in you.” Daniel muttered. “ But ~That’s why I stopped fucking you though. & the less…The less I fucked you, the more racist to people out in the world you openly became in front of me.”

“You are fucking…obsessed,” he laughed in her face. “And it was as if even though you didn’t know that was why I didn’t…your pussy did…and it got you to curse and denigrate every fucking Black person unlucky enough to have to cross your fucking path. Only for you to regale me with your idiotic nonsense afterwards-”

“Get OUT!” Jan screamed.

“With fucking pleasure” Daniel growled. “Oh- If you feel like calling the cops, go for it. Let that evangelical, prejudiced cuck of a pastor father of yours know that you’d been sucking the very black dick he spends his Sundays railing against this entire time-”Daniel chuckled. “Go head, lie on me to the cops so I can drop the tapes-”

Jan yanked out her phone and threw it at the door as the guy her bevy of blonde city girlfriends jealously nicknamed BDE Daniel walked out of her life for good. 

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Sobbing, she dragged herself to the shower, shaking as she turned on the water to the hottest it could go. She looked at herself in the mirror with disgust, beating herself up with all shit programmed into her by her fucked up mom and dad that she’d chosen to embrace, and had never really put down, even in the midst of her performative allyship.

Flashes of all the things she’d done in bed with him trying to prove she was down for whatever flashed before her eyes. Things she’d made him record.

“He’s …fucking- passing for- I can’t-” 

She scoured herself in the shower until her entire body was raw, then cried her defiled self to sleep..

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