“Open this door right now, or I swear I will kick it down!” Dale threatened, thumping so hard on the door his knuckles were probably black and blue.
“If you do- then who will pay for it?” I retorted, smirking, but I opened the door anyway and had the satisfaction of watching Dale fall through the frame and fall on his face.
“Fuck.” He mumbled groggily and then picked himself up off of the ground with an expression that swiped the smirk straight off of my face.
“What?” I asked as innocent as possible. He glared at me ferociously and slammed the door so that I had nowhere to scarper away to when he became the big bad wolf.
“You’re late.” He shouted and his nostrils flared with the same amount of anger ridden within his voice. “You’re job at the Library started approximately 10 minutes ago. If you are to bring a copious income to this household; you need to be exceeding your average standard.”
“Using big words, huh? Interesting, maybe a one of your seducers has started tutoring you.” I teased in a cheeky manor. He shut his eyes tightly, taking deep breaths to calm his vicious-self. He opened them almost as fast and raised his foot and brought it down on my kneecap.
I yelped in pain and collapsed on the hard wooden flooring.
“This is my house; you will treat me with respect and go to work.” He commanded, tugging on the braid hanging down my back to get me to stand and face him.
“Yes, sir.” I mumbled sarcastically, striding beyond him and leaning forward to collect my green jacket from the coat hanger. “Oh, and one more thing?”
He looked at me expectantly.
“You’re way too scruffy to be using fancy words.” And with those final words; I marched through the door and made my way to the lift.
He’s probably gonna hit me for that later. I thought to myself which made me grimace slightly.
But the look on his face was worth it. The other part of my conscience argued, which made me smile.
You see, when the inevitable happens, you can’t escape it.
Like I can’t escape my Uncle’s beatings, and as much as it haunts me, it makes me proud that I will never stoop to his level of despicableness.
So I never avoid the incoming threats that have no possibility of softening, only hardening, I insult him, and show him how much I despise him.
Because it’s worth it- in a cruel, kind of sick way.
It’s worth it to see that bastard wallow in self pity and sadness. He may be family- my Dad’s brother- but he will never have any connection to me.
Unless you call physical harm a “connection”.
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