My Man Is A Lady (girlxgirl)

Chapter 15

     Tiffany unlocked the door to her place and carefully opened it. The only lights that were on were the nightlight and strangely enough, the tv. As Tiffany crept closer she saw why. There was Jason, sitting in front of it watching some stupid reality show. A few empty beer cans were strewn about, and there was a half empty bottle of Hennessy nearby. A fission of fear ran through her. This was bad. Jason drinking like that usually meant he was angry. He already had alcohol issues so Angry Jason plus alcohol really did not mix. This also meant she knew nothing good was coming. Tiffany accidentally stepped on a creaky part of the floor and Jason turned his head sharply to the side.

     "Where the fuck you been all this time, Tiffany." he spat the words out like some kind of weird demand, not a question. Tiffany did her best to quell her fears and took a deep breath. Strength came out.

     "I went out. I wanted to be among friends. Calm yourself."

     "So what the fuck was I supposed to do about food? You think I wanna eat out all the time?" he questioned.

     "You never do it now," she whispered.

     "What??"

     "I don't understand why you're upset. You have two perfectly fine, working hands." She stood in front of the TV, effectively blocking his view. He rolled his eyes at her.

     "You're blocking my view you dumb bitch," he mumbled, slurred.

     "I don't give a shit, you need to listen to me."

     "I don't need to do shi--"

     "Shut up!!!" She screamed at him. All the pent up anger and anguish she'd been building up for months and months was now coming to a head. She should have done this a long time ago. He looked at her with wide eyed anger and took a swig from the Hennessy bottle, but kept quiet. The look on his face was dangerous. Tiffany braced herself.

    "For the longest time, I have put up with all your shit. Your insults, your put downs, your name calling, you being a fucking slob, you occasionally PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON ME....all that bullshit stops. Right. Now." Her eyes were fixed on his bloodshot ones. Jason sneered at her.

     "And what the fuck does that mean?" he asked her. Tiffany leaned real close.

     "It means...I'm done." She said in a whisper. It happened in slow motion. Some form of rage began to creep across his face. He finished off the Hennessy bottle in one gulp, rose up quickly, and grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the wall. This was what Tiffany was afraid of.

     "Do you really think I'm that stupid?!" he spat, the liquor coating his breath. "Who is he Tiffany? Is that why you're coming in here all late and shit? WHO THE FUCK IS HE!?!!?!!" He was slowly cutting off her airway. She felt herself getting lightheaded. No. She wasn't going out this way. She suddenly cocked her knee back and thrust it right into his crotch. Down he went, curled up like a baby. Tiffany took the opportunity and ran to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and locking it with shaking hands.

     Thinking fast, she grabbed her overnight bag and began throwing things in it. Not too long after that, Jason came banging on the door.

     "TIFFANY!! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR NOW WHORE!!!"

     Hands still trembling, she managed to pick up her phone and text Dani, misspelling quite a few words.

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