Final Nightmare

11. The less you know the better...

Victoria:

"Today was anything but fun," I huffed as I laid in the bed with my covers to my chin.

"I thought today was pretty fun to be honest."

I looked at him and scoffed.

"And why would you think today was fun Chris?"

"Call me by my nick name, that Chris name is getting played out."

I watched as he got into bed with me and laid on his back.

"What nickname do you have in the first place?"

"Zaino."

I looked at him and arched my brow.

"Since when the hell did people start calling you Zaino, Chris?"

"Since forever. You just never have your ears open," Chris or now Zaino looked over at me with a smirk on his face.

"Listen here you don't have to be rude to me. I just ask you a simple question. It's bad enough the amusement park went terrible now you," I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"Girl if you don't suck that shit up," Zaino mugged towards me as he sat up against the headboard with his arms folded.

"Bye Chris," I pushed myself up and proceeded to walk out the room.

"My name isn't Chris! That bitch ass nigga," He yelled after me.

"Your name is Chris so you're calling your own self a bitch," I called over my shoulder as I walked down towards the girls' room. I needed to ask them what has gotten into their father.

Being the first room that I walked to. I saw Reagan laying on her bed watching a rerun of Spongebob episodes. I sat on the edge of her bed and watched a bit of the show myself.

"Why are you in here?"

I looked back at Reagan in shocked the raised a finger at her.

"Don't disrespect me Reagan," I warned her.

"You hit me and Malani," Reagan looked at me with her face turning red.

"It's called discipline Reagan. You and Malani was acting out today," I arched my brow at her.

"Mkay," Reagan looked back towards the T.V. as if I didn't exist.

"What is going on with you guys today? Ever since I got off the phone with grandma everybody has been acting out," I stood up and faced her. I can't take it with this family suddenly, and now I demand respect.

"Maybe if you didn't act the way you did everything would be fine."

"Reagan if you don't watch what the hell you're saying to me, I'm going to give you another spanking," I walked towards her side of the bed and stood in front of her with my hand on my hip.

"Hit me and it won't be pretty. She's going to hurt you, she already wants to hurt you now," Reagan sat up and placed her hands under her covers.

"Reagan, I swear to god," I pointed a finger at her again.

"Stop threatening me."

I took her hands from under her covers and raised my hand to pop her a few times, buy before I was about to the feeling of something burning the side of my face made me stop. I ran towards the y'all mirror and turned my cheek towards the mirror.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself as I examined the four deep scratch marks on my cheek.

"I told you," Reagan mumbled as she laid back down and converted her attention towards the T.V.