Page 20 of Being Julia

“I’d be better if I could put this weight down.”

I looked straight ahead and saw my mom and dad watching me. My dad took a step forward, and my mom grabbed his arm and held him back. I helped Brody put the weight back on the bench, and he sat up and looked at me as he wiped his face with a towel.

“Why haven’t you called me?” I asked.

He looked down as he wiped the back of his neck. “I’ve been busy.”

“Funny, you weren’t busy when you were trying to have sex with me.”

“Julia, lower your voice,” he said as he stood up and looked around.

“You took something from me, and then you ignore me?”

“I took what you gave. You wanted it, and you were more than willing to give it up. Don’t play the good little girl, Julia,” he said as he started to walk away.

I grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Did you use me for sex? Did you only date me because you wanted to have sex with me?”

“Listen, Julia. You need to leave me alone. I’m not interested in you, and I’m sorry if you became attached.”

I actually felt my heart break when he said that.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I demanded an answer.

My mom and dad walked over, and my mom glared at Brody.

“Hi, Brody,” she said as she hooked her arm around his neck and squeezed.

“Mrs. Black, you’re hurting me,” he said.

“My daughter asked you a question, and you will give her an answer.”

He looked up at my dad, and my dad just shrugged his shoulders.

“Sorry, Brody. You play, you pay. I’ve been there, done that, and believe me. It’s not pretty. Piss off a woman and be prepared to deal with the consequences.”

“Okay. Okay. I only dated you to have sex with you.”

My mom tightened her grip around Brody’s neck. I felt like a complete fool, and I wanted to cry right then and there. But I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing me break. So, I did what seemed natural. I grabbed his crotch and held hisroyal jewels in my hand. By this time, everyone in the gym was staring.

“It’s okay, Brody. Because these, right here in my hand, are nothing to be proud of.”

I held up my pinky finger from my other hand in front of his face. “See this? This is your dick. Now every time you see me, and I hold up this finger, you’ll be reminded of how small you really are,” I said as I let go of his balls.

“You’re a crazy bitch. You know that?” he said.

My mom leaned closer to him and whispered, “Did you know this is my gym? My husband bought it for me as an anniversary gift. So, you better listen very carefully, Mr. Sullivan. You are never to step foot in my gym again. Because if you do, I’ll charge your dumb ass with statutory rape. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Black. I understand you,” he said and then looked at my dad.

My dad shook his head. “Sorry. Her gym. Her rules. I think you better apologize to my daughter.”

“I’m sorry, Julia. I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings,” he said as my mom removed her arm from him.

“Save it for someone who cares,” I said as I stuck up my pinky finger and called Bobby, our security guard, over.

“Please escort Mr. Sullivan out and make sure he doesn’t come back, ever.”

“Sure thing, Miss Black.” He smiled.

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