Anger Management

Chapter 18: Chance games and The main cause of death

"You go girl. That's right you show them who's boss" I shout at my T.V the inner child in me being brought out. I just love catching up on my cartoons. Preferably Teen Titans Go, Raven just brings out my inner feminist. I lean back further into our plush living room couch, feeling like beast boy when the couch swallowed him up. Did I mention that when I start to watch cartoons I tend to reference them? I mean why won't Starfire give Robin a chance, has she not seen him in the old cartoon version? Robin is a fine slice of cake.  I mean if he asked me to go on a date I would say yes in a heartbeat he's just so-

    "Sweetheart open this door right now, or I swear to god I will kick it down!"  A loud shout sounds throughout my house along with the sound of the doorbell. How long has that been going off? I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts before reluctantly getting up from my comfortable spot on the couch. Ashter just has to ruin everything doesn't he.

    "What do you want you imbecile?" I basically scream as I swing open the door to make him stop ringing the doorbell.  I'm not trying to sound outraged it's just, I get a little antsy when people invade on my cartoon time.

"What do you mean, what do I want. Do you not recall embarrassing me in MY house just minutes ago." Ashter yells right back at me, and at the sound of his words I feel a smirk form on my face. I was actually surprised of how long it took him to come. I bet he was just trying to calm himself down, physically and emotionally. Haha good one Sylvie.

    "Oh yeah about that, are you okay, you looked a little out of place back there." I ask him the smug smile never leaving my face. Gosh making fun of people feels amazing. Ashter glares at me before stepping towards me.

"You are gonna regret that." He says through clenched teeth the smoke practically coming out of his ears.

    "Oh really?" I say now crossing my hands over my chest the challenge in my voice. He lets out a sarcastic laugh a pinch of danger also in there before leaning down towards me, an evil spark filling his eyes.

"Oh sweetheart you have no idea. I don't know who you think you are. Coming into my life, getting into my business, and placing yourself in places you shouldn't even be aloud to get into. This is not some false fantasy, if you want me to play dirty I can play dirty." I look at him in disbelief as he says this to me. Did he really try to just threaten me? I feel the rage spread through my body as I watch Ashter look at me like a pathetic little girl that he can control.

    "I dont know who you think you are," I pause to poke him in the chest But you don't have any power over me.

"You sure about that?" He asks me, and I imagine myself slapping that little smug expression right off his smug little face.

    "100%." I declare as I feel my ears getting hot from the anger I'm holding in.

"Hmmm, well then I guess I shouldn't have to tell you that your ears are extremely red. I wonder Sylvie," his hand then moves to his face as he rubs the non existent hair on his chin and looks up to the sky in false wonderment. "Why are they red? Is it perhaps because I make you, I don't know, angry?" He asks me mockingly. I say nothing as I continue to glare at him.

"You are not the one who gets to come here and interrogate me? Matter of fact your justification on how you affect my emotions is completely invalid." I state trying to get the attention away from the truth he was speaking. He looks at me perplexed completely unaware of what I was talking about. I cross my arms before looking at him sternly.

    "Don't act like you forgot," I say in feign shock. "I mean I thought I had done a pretty good job of showing my displeasure in that nice innocent text message I had sent you earlier." The expression on his face changes from confusion, to realization, and then to anger. I just continue to stand there calmly and a little smug if I do say so myself as I watch him come to terms with what I just said. He silently stands there brewing in his own anger the glare he's piercing into my soul making me think that he's imagining my head being blown off my body. I start to imagine that myself, for some reason starting to wonder would that would like. It wouldn't be good for my shirt especially, I mean the blood stains would definitely not come out. On the other hand maybe it could look like this nice pattern though, you know a nice crimson to compliment the pale pink, could be stylish. I shake my head to get rid of my sadistic thoughts, my attention  going back to Ashter. My eyebrows furrow in confusion when instead of finding the 65ft male in front of me I find our neatly cut grass. Where did he- My thoughts are cut off when I hear someone laughing from inside my living room. I snap my head over to the couch to find Ashter sitting in my spot, eating my food, watching my cartoons! I let my mouth open in shock. This ladies and gentlemen is what happens when you give in to your weird thoughts.  I shake my head in disbelief.