A Love Bizarre

Part-Time Asshole

The sound of glass shattering filled my ears. Sparkly pieces spread out in the air. It happened so fast and just before he violated me. He went down to the ground. I was no longer feeling drowsy. I was quickly becoming fully conscious as I pulled my underwear back on. I looked up to see Angie hovered over him. Blood was all over his face. He was still squirming around in pain. I grabbed the lamp that was resting on the nightstand and started beating him with it until he went unconscious. I wasn't sure how long I've been going at it but it was long enough that Angie had to help me snap out of it as she struggled to get the lamp out of my hands.
I finally let go. I was shaking uncontrollably. My eyes were still glued to him.
Angie tried to touch my arm but I flinched.
"Please, don't touch me", I begged her.
"Okay I just want to make sure you're okay."
"Why didn't you tell me that you were living with this sick piece of shit?"
"I swear I would have told you but we've barely got a chance to talk before he came home early."
"You have a child."
"I know. I have had enough. I'm throwing his shit outside and calling the cops."
"Do so or I will", I warned as I put my jeans back on.
"Don't tell the cops what was about to happen here", I said as headed out of the room.
She nodded.
The last thing I needed was the press to find out.
I found my way outside and quickly got inside my car. I was still shaking.
Once I started driving I nearly got into an accident. My mind was else where.
I finally pulled up to my house. Before getting out of the car I look into my rear view mirror to see that my eyeliner was running. I grabbed a tissue and started to wipe off as much of it as I could. I didn't want to look visibly traumatized in front of my parents.
Before going back inside I started to wonder about Angie. Would she call the cops? She's obviously in an abusive relationship. What if he wakes up and kills her?
I cleared my thoughts and got out of my car.
Once I opened the door to get inside I saw a familiar pear of pumps. It could only belong to one man.
I walked into the dining room to see my mother and father having dinner with Prince.
"Sheila, look who's come to visit", my dad says.
Prince looks over with a nervous grin on his face.
I didn't even bother forcing a smile.
"I didn't know you were planning on coming by."
"Well I would have let you know if I knew how to reach you."
"You remembered where I live?"
"Yep."
"How did you get here?"
"Enough with all the questions baby girl. Come and join us", my father insisted.
"Okay, I'll go shower and change first", I said in a monotone voice. I left the room and went upstairs to change. I felt like I could still smell cheap alcohol off my cloths. I can never wear this outfit again.
Seeing Prince just now gave me a weird sense of relief. Though I was still pissed at him, I was reminded today that there are worse people out there.
After my shower I finally got down stairs. I didn't care that we had a guest. I came down in my pyjamas.
Prince looked at me and smiled.
I hated that I had to act like everything was okay. Deep down I was still in shock about what nearly happened to me.
I sat down at the table. I started pouring some spaghetti on my plate. The room got awkwardly quite when just before I got inside the house, it was full of laughter and chit-chat.
As I was pouring the pasta on my plate my hand was still viably shaking.
"Here let me help you with that", Prince offers as he grabs the pot from my hand and pours the rest of my pasta on the plate.
"See I told her she's been losing a lot of weight. She can barely pour herself some pasta", my mother complained to my father.
Little did she know I was shaking my boots off because of the trauma I nearly endured.

"So Prince, why did you hire my daughter?" My father asks.
Because he wants to own me.
"Your daughter is the best drummer that I've ever worked with. I'm sure it should come as no surprise to you folks. You raised a very talented young girl."
I couldn't help but feel a little good inside hearing that. Nonetheless, I still hate him.
I noticed my mother looking at me strange while Prince and my dad were talking.
Suddenly she gets up.
"Sheila, help me bring these dishes to the kitchen", she asked.
"Okay", I said as I finished up my last bite of pasta.
Once I brought the dishes to the kitchen my mom started whispering.
"Sheila, I'm your mother. You know you can tell me anything."
"What is it mom?"
"I don't know you tell me. That boy has been sneaking glares at you all evening."
"Mom", I said in a naggy way.
"Listen honey", she said as she held both my hands. "Is that why you came home crying? Did he break your heart?"
"No. I thought you promised you weren't going to pressure me into talking about it."
She sighed.