A Bittersweet Life

2.

Shia

"See you guys later, thanks for the ride"

"No problem girl, you know we wasn't about to let you drive home like that. I'll bring your car back tomorrow"

My name is Shia, I'm 23 years of age and I'm also a plus sized girl. Do I hide it? Sometimes. But most of the time no one can tell me anything about it. I really don't like for others to point it out to me, it really bothers me. I feel like the only person that should be judging me is me, but that's just something that's not going to happen. I've been in a relationship with the same guy since my junior year of high school, now I'm a senior in college.

Jason is a nice guy, but there's so many things that I dislike about him. Like his tendencies to be messy, I truly don't like that. If you're going to live like a pig, do it somewhere else but please don't do it around me. Also, he eats up all of my food then tries to have sex. When I tell him no, he gets an attitude and walks out. Something is telling me that he's going somewhere else to get it, and honestly that's fine with me. I will not just give myself to someone at the drop of a dime, you have to earn me. After all I've been through in my life, I don't even want another man to even touch me. I know you may ask, how do I have a boyfriend. The answer? Jason wasn't always this way, he was very sweet at first but now? I can't even stand to be in the same room as him anymore.

"Alright, bye"

Walking up to my front door, I unlocked it and walked in to see all of the lights off. That must only mean Jason is sleep or not here at all.

"Where you been?" He asked as I walked into my bedroom. The only light coming from in here was the tv so I could barely see him

"Out"

"I'm not playing with you, Shia" I looked at him for a second tilting my head to the right

"Sorry, was I supposed to be scared or something?" I chuckled

"I'm not gon ask again. It's almost 2 in the morning, you smell like pure weed and didn't even bother to pick up the phone"

"Listen, Jason, when you get kids of your own one day then you can talk to them like how you're talking right now. Until then, I'm gon need you to bring it down a few notches sis"

"You're really pissing me off"

"Been there" I took off my hat and jacket hanging both up. I went to the mirror and wiped the little bit of makeup I had on, off. Before I could finish, I felt my hair being pulled and my body being pushed down to the ground

"I said where the fuck were you" He yelled over me

Standing up, I started laughing. I think I laughed for almost a whole minute before punching him in the face. After that one punch, they just kept coming.

"I don't know who the fuck you thought I was, but I'm not no little bitch out there on the street. Do you know I could end your life right here, right now with my bare hands? You done went and played yourself" I continued punching him and didn't even get tired. Well maybe just a little.

Getting off of him, I looked at the damage I had done, completely satisfied. With a smirk on my face, I sat back down and finished taking my makeup off. Watching him trying to find his balance only added to my amusement.

"Now that you're standing, you can clean that blood up off my floor, grab your shit and get the hell out of my house. It's over"

"Wha-"

"Nope, don't even bother speaking. Get out"

After my shower, I placed on my clothes and got in my cold yet comfortable bed in my nice air conditioned room. I turned the tv off and let the sounds of one of my favorite bands play as I was soon drifted off to sleep.