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[Bambi DeGallo]

It had been one of those days and the figure that stood in front of her had made it worse. It had been a few years but Bambi still felt extremely uncomfortable around him. His visit had been an innocent one; at least it started out that way. Kyle had been in the area, and hated to be alone. The one thing Kyle had seemed to forget was Bambi was his ex-wife, and maybe not thrilled to see him. Hoping he would catch on with the fact she had gone rigid and pursed her lips while he spoke she sighed. The lines the wind was making in the grass suddenly became extremely fascinating and she zoned out on his babbling. The wind was one of those powerful forced that once couldn’t see, much like the hand of god. That is if god existed. Focusing once more on Kyle she sighed. “You should go.” Her words fell flat as he blinked at her. Not only had she interrupted him, but she told him what to do. Both of those were things at the top of his list of things one doesn’t do to Kyle Martin.

Raising her eyebrows she crossed her hands across her chest. He started to raise his voice and had they still been married, she would have surrendered; let him win. Instead she yelled back. “You need to leave now, before I call security or worse.” Bringing her hands up to indicate she may choke him, she pushed past him forcefully and started walking. Kyle was following her yelling about whatever he could think of, her choice of profession, her lack to assume responsibility for her faults, and her driving. Stopping she spun to face him, her driving was bad, she had to admit, she drove fast and often broke the traffic laws. Most people grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle when they drove with her. “What does my driving have to do with anything, I did not actually kill you.” Looking at him she shook her head. “You are still childish Kyle, it is probably a good thing we didn’t last.” Leaning on the fence she watched as the words she spoke smacked him in the face. It was a mistake, yet she had said it and he had gotten angry and grabbed her arms pulling her in close enough he spit on her face as he spoke.

“Let go of me Kyle.”

He reminded her of a rabid dog as she brought her knee up and kicked him swiftly in his man bits and he let go. His fingerprints left bruises on her arms. Bambi laughed bitterly as her skirt blew around her legs. “I am not your wife anymore, you do not get to leave bruises on me in the heat of the moment anymore." He seemed a bit defeated, without speaking again he left. Watching him walk away Bambi sighed, this was the second time she had had watched him walk away and this time it was a relief, not full of pain. A light smirk graced her face and she started walking away. There was something about the fact they were both walking away, it was the official feeling that it was over. There was no more left for them to say. Now if she could find a body for her bed, maybe now it wouldn’t feel like she was cheating.

Making her way to towards the fields she hugged her body. The wind caused her hair to take on a life of it’s own and she wished she had taken the time to braid it. Finding the football team practicing she took a seat ion the bleachers. Why the American’s insisted on calling football soccer and their American football, football was a wonder to her. They only kicked the ball a few times. Football had always been her favorite sport, her brother’s had played competitively but Bambi didn’t want to steal their thunder so she only played with them for fun. Instead she ran and swam. They were more individualistic and she liked that aspect of them. She could take full credit for a win. Watching as the team ran a few drills she smiled. They were a decent team, always fun to watch. Especially when they were her students, she felt like a proud mother every time they won. Leaning forward she inadvertently knocked her keys under the bleachers. Shaking her head she sighed “Figlio di Troia”