Not You Again

chapter three - fight

I do my best to shove him and he stifles back a little bit.

Good job Riley! You've at least done something good tonight.

Before I can push him again his hand are on my hips lifting over his shoulders. "Crazy bitch," I hear him mutter.

He starts walking through the party and I look up and all eyes are on us. I try to kick him but his arms are very tightly holding my legs against his chest. But that doesn't stop me from slapping his hard back.

Fuck he sucks. His back is really muscular because as I am hitting him it's hurting me. Motherfucker.

And then the cool breeze hits me and the smell of alcohol and smoke from the party is gone. I start hitting his back again and this time more aggressively but it keeps hurting my hands.

"Put me down you motherfucker!" I yell in protest. I just want to go home at this point. Like I'm not in the party, this asshole is holding me fucking hostage.
"Put me down!" I yell again and he stops walking.

Thank fuck.

He grabs my hips again, lifting me off him, gently putting me down. My feet hit the ground and I almost fall backwards in my drunken state but the hands on my hips move to grab my hands steadying me. I look up at the almost too familiar green eyes, that are now dark from being outside.

"You asshole!" I yell at him aggressively pulling my hands out of his. "You asshole!" I step forwards and shove him for the third time but he doesn't move.

"Are you fucking crazy, Miley?" He asks me and I very serious tone.

I look up at his eyes and I want to gouge them out.

"You know my name is Riley," I tell him still keeping eye contact with him.

"Whatever, Miley. Just try not to push me into the fucking fireplace you fucking psycho," I cringe at the nickname. I know for a fact he knows my name is Riley.

"I'm not psychotic!" I yell at him, shoving him again, but of course he doesn't move.

"You just keep proving my point," he says as he just stares down at me with an amused expression. Man, he is really pissing me off.

"You fucked up my whole life! I could-," he suddenly cuts me off as he takes a step towards me that our bodies are almost touching.

This giant ass man is literally towering over me and I try my best to keep eye contact. I can't let him know how intimated I am by him.

"No! You almost completely fucked up my life!" He yells at me and my jaw drops.

"Are you fucking serious?!" I shout at him. He is really pushing it. "You fucked up my family! You ruined my happiness! You selfish, asshole! You tore apart a family!" I take a slight step back from him before I punch him.

"You're mother fucked your family over, not me," he says before he has a shit eating grin of his stupid face. "I just happened to be there at the right time to tell your dad that she's a cheater."

Oh that's it.

I lunge at him again but he just grabs my forearms holding them above my head. "I wouldn't fucking try that Miley," he says with his shit eating grin.

"Fuck you!" I yell at up at him because he's literally towering over me. "Stop calling me Miley! I know for a fucking fact that you know my name is Riley!" I yell at him and he just laughs.

"Please enlighten me Miley, how would I know that?" I just stare at him and then I start laughing. I'm so nervous for what I'm about to say and the alcohol is barely doing anything to make me not blush at him staring down on me. I really hate myself.

"You know my name because you were moaning it while my mouth was sucking your dick," I whisper shout so only he can hear. His smile drops to his bored expression that he was wearing a few moments ago. His hands are still gripping onto my forearms that have now dropped to my sides. He licks his lips before he starts laughing again. What the fuck is with this dude? Like, seriously.

"Fuck off," he tells me.

"Then let go of me before I beat your ass!" I yell at him for what feels like the four hundredth time. His hands let go of my forearms that are now freed. He just shakes his head laughing as he turns and walks away.

"You weren't even that good," he says loud enough for me to hear him.

Oh that's it, I'm actually going to kill this dude.

First he breaks apart my parents marriage, then he insults me and my mom, and now he tells me that I'm bad in bed?! Like fuck off.

"You asshole!" I screech and run towards him and I jump on his back. My legs swing around his waist and my hands are on his shoulders. It's like a piggy back ride except he's not holding me.

I caught him off guard because he shudders backwards before grabbing my thighs and steadying himself as I start to pull his hair.

"Get off me you bitch!" He seethes as he tries to pull my thighs off of his waist but I've got them locked on tight.

As I tug at his hair more,  he flails us around the front yard screaming profanities at me while I'm also yelling random shit at him too. Then I feel a pair of hands on my waist as someone grabs ahold of me and aggressively rips me from him.

"Sleep with one eye open, motherfucker!" I yell at him as I am being pulled away from him. In response he just gives me the middle finger as some blonde girl who I recognize as his girlfriend Jackie.

Wait, I thought I broke them up?

"Its nice to see your still with a cheater!" I yell so loud that hopefully everyone in the yard hears.

I turn my head away before I can see their reactions.