He comes home at the same time but it feels like I’ve been waiting for hours. I serve him his dinner and like usual I sit and he eats. When he has taken maybe three bites, I break my silence and ask “What did you do with my keepsakes?” The flicker of recognition in his eyes tells me what I need to know and he says “What keepsakes would that be?” I know this is going to get ugly because I’m not backing down, so I grab both sides of the chair I’m sitting in and steel myself. “My grandfather’s things, his medals, my locket I’ve had since I was little. They’re all gone!” I reply always looking at him. “That junk!” he yells. “It would only be junk because you obviously didn’t get the money you thought you would when you sold them!” I hiss.
Just the way he raises his shoulders, I know what’s coming and I brace myself. Up comes his arm and he back hands me one. Except I’m waiting and there’s no follow through. The pain exploding in my face is nothing compared to the satisfaction I feel when he yells “You stupid cow, you busted my hand!” He hit ME but I busted HIS hand. He’s jumping around and I want to laugh. He pushes his dinner away and barks that now he can’t eat that I wrecked his hand and his appetite.
I get up and my anger fuels my new found boldness. I stand within inches of him and bark in his face “And if you gave my locket to your little slut next door, you had better find a way to get it back or I promise you I will make both your lives miserable!” The surprise on his face is priceless. I can see the wheels turning, trying to figure out how I know about his little fling next door. He pushes me away and yells “Get away from me you crazy bitch!” And I walk away to clear the table. I turn and give him my best smile and I love the look of his face trying to figure out his next move.
I clean up, do the dishes and return to the living room. I put down the mattress and get ready for bed. I put ice on my face. The black eye is trying to show itself already. When I return, he’s in bed already, an ice pack on his hand and his back to me. I go around the other side and push him with my foot. He looks up at me and I tell him again “Remember what I told you…I want that locket back!” Even I’m surprised at my own bravery. He grabs my leg and pushes me and tells me to go away.
As I walk over to turn off the light, he sits up and sneers “One day Neoma, I’m going get rid of you…” I turn and answer “I know.” Once again he doesn’t know what to make of this. I continue “And because I know, I’d be careful and watch my back if I were you.” And again I smile. His eyes widen and I turn off the light…
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Tags: appetite, crazy bitch, keepsakes, littel slut