Cleaning

3. Enough

On the way home I took a well-deserved cat nap before jutting awake remembering the arrogant asshole I had encountered today. I was looking for the time and looker around for my phone to see what time it was. I taped my back pocket and didn't feel my phone. A moment of realization hit me "SHIT, MOM I LEFT MY PHONE AT HIS HOUSE!" we were already home when I found out and my mom couldn't care less. She just said, "it's your phone, go get it." I stared at her and she just threw her keys at me. "MOM, are you seriously making me go back alone?" she just laughed and nodded while retreating inside the house to catch up on her stupid telenovelas while I was left alone contemplating if my phone was worth seeing his arrogant face ever again. I sighed to myself knowing that I wouldn't be able to afford another phone in the next couple of months. So, desperate times called for desperate measures. Time to go see his duchy face again. Another hour wasted on driving there I had finally made it. I typed in the code we had gotten this morning and retreated into the drive way. The house looked empty so I just presumed he had gone out. I typed his security code in and just let myself in. I couldn't recall where I left it so I went on a scavenger hunt. The only room I remember not enterer was him. Only because I let my mom deal with it. Looking around the living room and kitchen I found nothing. Five minutes' pass by of me searching and I hear a peculiar noise coming from the music room/office he had. However, this didn't sound like music... it sounded like a woman, a woman moaning. I was seriously going to kill myself at this point because that room was the last room I hadn't searched in, and without a doubt I knew it would be bound to be in there. I didn't know what to do I can't just barge in there when he's having SEX with someone. The only thing I could really think of was to knock on the door but even that would be embarrassing. I saw a nearby house phone so I picked it up and dialed my number to see if it would ring and someone would pick up. I heard my ringtone go off in the same room that I encounter this mean man, and I was about to go crazy. All noise stopped and I heard their conversation. The women he was having intercourse with just asked who it was, and his response shocked me. "It's just the stupid Cleaning ladies phone, she must of left it, Ha, stupid ass. Man if would've seen them they're such a laughing stock. The mother doesn't speak English, and the daughert is a pathetic excuse of a women." I looked at the door in shock. It's one thing to insult me, but to insult my mother hurts more. She has sacrified so much for me, somegting he wouldn't understand because he grew up with mommy and daddys money. I had enough of him. I stormed into the room like there was no tomorrow. They looked at me with shock in their face, I went off on this man. "LISTEN HEAR YOU LITTLE FUCKER, IT IS ONE THING TO TALK SHIT BEHIDN MY BACK, BUT IT IS ANOTHER TO TALK SHIT BRHIND MY MOTHER BACK. SHE HAS DONE SO MUCH FOR ME AND I WILL NOT STAND HERE AND PRETEND LIKE IT'S OKAY. JUTS BECAUSE WE DIDN'T GROW UP WITH MOMMY AND DADDYS MMONEY DOESN'Y MEAN WE ARENT HUMAN. WE HAVE FEELINGS. YOU SIR ARE A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN, LOOK AT YOU FUCKING SOMEONE FOR YOUR OWN NEEDS, DO YOU EVEN KNOW HER NAME? OF COURSE YOU DON'T WHY WOULD YOU IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CANT REPLACE HER. YOU MIGHT HAVE ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD BUT MONEY ISNT HAPPINES GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES. I WISH I WOULDN'T HAVE MET YOU, YOUR JUST A SAD PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN, IVE HAD BIGGER DICK THEN LOOKING AT THE SIZE OF YOURS." I was done with my rant, I stromed towards him and grabbed my phone about to leave and slam the door, but I had one more thing to say. "HAVE A GOOD DAY MR.STYLES, GO FUCK YOURSELF, BECAUSE JUDGING ON THE LOOK OF THIS GIRL, LOOKS LIKE YOU WONT GET MUCH OUT OF HER" Then slammed the door in his face. God I hate people I will never undertand why some people have to be so arrogant all the damn time. As the day was coming to an end I couldn't help but laugh at all the things I yelled at him for, serves him right. Never mess with a Latina or their family, man if my mother was there she would've chopped his dick off. Man wouldn't I like to see that.