He licked his nicotine covered tongue up her face and she melted against him. Her black, heavily shadowed eyes narrowed at me in an attempt to what…threaten me?
I leaned forward and spoke close to her face, the whiff of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke was sickening. “He’s all yours.”
I spun towards the guys on the lawn.
“Party’s over boys, take your ladies and leave.”
I felt confident for the first time in a long while. I’d had enough of the fuck fest. Seeing him with someone else had me seething. I’d wasted my time feeling guilty and trying to put the man back together.
He’d wreaked havoc on my broken soul, I’d been drowning with him but now I was licking back to the surface.
I pinned Ben with a glare of ‘don’t argue with me.’ I wasn’t in the mood and surely, he wouldn’t attack me in front of everyone.
“Fuck you, bitch, the party’s just getting started now your slag ass is back. Cook my brothers some food.” Ben stepped forward, swayed a little and my hand reached out to steady him.
I dropped it at the last minute, my mind was made up, I was not going to help him any longer.
His new bitch could scoop his drunken ass off the ground, I was well and truly done.
I headed up the path to the front door of my home and I meanmyhome. We only had the place because I worked on base. I weaved my way around half naked women and the men who groped them. When I stepped inside, one whore had her lips wrapped around a guy’s dick, they were spread out on my couch.
Gross.
The air was thick with smoke and the smell of weed slapped me in the face, taking my breath away.
I waved my hands in front of me as I walked, hoping to disperse the foul air. Empty pizza boxes and beer bottles were thrown all over my floor, couch and table.
When I stopped in front of our gigantic sound system to turn down the music, my toes connected with a bottle, knocking it out of the way. When I looked down, it was to see an empty bottle of white rum – a birthday gift from Martha. A gift which had cost her a whole shift’s worth of money.
Anger spiked deeper within me, knotting in the pit of my stomach. The last reasonable part of me snapped. I stood with a soul as empty as the rum bottle at my feet.
I killed the music and stepped up onto the solid wood coffee table. Cupping my mouth in my hands I screamed at the top of my voice.
“PARTY’S OVER. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE. NOW!”
Looking around, all I saw was a sea of faces, staring at me as if I was crazy. One guy even had the hide to turn the stereo back on - Post Malone’s Rockstar filled the room with energy and everyone started back up again.
They were about to get a shock, there wasn’t going to be any more partying tonight.
Stepping down from the coffee table, I stormed away, pushing drunken bitches out of my way. I strode into my room, opened the closet door and grabbed my Louisville slugger. It was hot pink with black script statingLouisville Slugger, for when he pushes you too far.You guessed it, another amazing gift from my sister. I eyed the cordless phone on my nightstand, grabbed it and walked with determination to face the freaks. My sole purpose was to rid them from my home.
I slammed the bat down on the kitchen bench – hard. A loud booming crack sounded out, breaking through the noise of the party. All eyes were immediately on me.
“Now I have your damn attention, you all have exactly one minute to leave or I am ringing the police.” I waved the bat and phone in the air like a crazed woman.
I watched them watch me. No one moved. Did they not hear me? “What didn’t you understand?” I hollered over the music.
“Thegetor theout?” I slammed the bat against the wall, smashing a deep hole into it.
Plasterboard, along with pieces of wallpaper fell to the grey plush carpet. For fuck sake, I scolded myself, another mess to fix.
Everyone was still looking at me, fuck me they were all stupid.
“Or was it the NOW you didn’t understand? I’ll speak slower so you all understand.”
I swung the bat around in front of me, feeling a surge of power racing through me.
“G-E-T O-U-T N-O-W!” Swinging my bat again, I hit the backs of a bitch’s legs who moments ago was sucking some bikers dick off in my lounge room.
