Don't Doll Me (Marcy Elaine)

I stormed out in a rage, as soon as I was sure I was out of everyone's view. He followed me, sort of jogging after me, call out to me, using different pet names. It was gathering the attention of others walking the road under the streetlights. But I didn’t really care. A river of utter irritation and betrayal and frustration and sadness was pushing me forward.
“Doll--! Dollface!”
“Don’t you dollface me right now.”
“Doll, I--”
“Don’t Doll me either,” I shoot back, still walking away.
“What the hell am I suppose to call you then?”
I whip lashed back at him with a absurd face, suddenly seething.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe my name.” He stood there, not able to think of a response. That was definitely a dumb move on his part. “Or have you forgotten it? Is doll just a nickname for all the girl’s you forget.”
“Do--”
“I said don’t!” I finally screamed at him. The sound even shocked me. It was actually the shock that made tears choke my voice. He just stood there flabbergasted for a moment.
“You know I wasn’t actually kissing her, she came on to me!”
“Yeah, and you were too jacked to even see it coming. She had been coming onto you the whole night! You were hardly even close to the party! You had been away for longer than you should have. Did you even care where I was?” I nearly squeaked. He had stopped functioning. He didn’t know what to do.
I reached into her purse and pulled out a sharpie. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand and started writing on it. I finished and capped the pen. He looked at it, it only said one word.
My name.
“So you don’t forget next time,” I said, lips trembling before she turned away and continued walking.

(River)