The 80s

One More Try

I glanced up at the side of his face as he was attempting to stir the cookie dough, which I told him specifically to fold.

"You're fucking up the batter Michael." I snickered, reaching over him and picking up the notecard he brought over. It had Mama Jackson's handwriting on it. Her signature recipe.

He giggled "Well maybe if you helped instead of eating everything, we wouldn't have this problem"

"Well who else is gonna clean up the mess you're making."

"I don't know how you'd see it, since your face has been in the chocolate chip bag since we opened it."

I stuck my tounge out at him.

"I saw that"

"I sAw tHaT" I rolled my eyes at him. "Baby"

He sighed. "You're a child."

"of God."

"He don't like you"

I gasped, my mouth gaped. I hopped off the counter about to storm off before he grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me in close, locking his arms around me.

"Let go of me asshole." I tried to wriggle out of his grip, desperately failing at not laughing.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. God loves you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he repeated over and over again, laughing hard as hell the entire time.

As skinny as Michael is, he's strong as hell and after I realized I was making no progress. I stopped struggling and went dead weight in his arms.

"Are you calm?" he asked as if I was a toddler.

I nodded my head.

"Good." He let go.

"Cock punch" I swung my fist back and made a run for it.

"Jasmyn that fucking hurt." I heard a thud, followed by groans of agony and took off for the livingroom.

On my way up the stairs, I stopped and glanced down at Nefertiti, I could feel her feline judgement cascading over me. "What are you looking at?"

She just kept licking herself.

"What? I didn't even hit him that hard"

She glared at me before stretching.

"What are yo-" I gasped watching her tail saschay up the stairs past me. "Nef!....Nef! " I called after her but she turned the corner. "Atleast i'm not scared of fucking cucumbe-" I shrieked feeling myself being pulled down to the floor. I quickly spun around and began to crawl away but Michael grabbed my foot and yanked me towards him. I groaned trying to maintain my grip on the bottom of the stair case rail so that I could pull myself away. But I refused to let go.

"Get off of me!" I screamed through my laughter, struggling to get my ankle out his grip.

He yanked me towards him as hard as he could causing me to lose my grip. Before I knew it, he flipped me on my back with a leg on either side of his waist. So many flashbacks were coming back at once as he pint my arms over my head with one hand and grabbed my face with the other.