Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 10.5

Zachary Taylor Leonelly

No way in hell!

My thoughts started racing and my heart flattened in my chest as my eyes stopped on Marie Belle. This girl was my nightmare. Horror movie extravaganza. You'd think that your own home would be protected from an evil spirit like her. And this place was one place that seemed like Marie Belle free. It should be impossible for her to get in. And yet here she was against all odds. Or rather Ted brought her. Plus, she acted as if she didn't even know me.

That pissed me off. I couldn't help myself. I snapped. There was a dominant desire in me to put her into her place. Somewhere very low, just where I wanted to see her.

The words started coming out of my mouth, and before I knew it, the argument between us escalated. I've called her names. She's called me names. To find out that she was still a virgin, didn't really surprise me, but weirdly it didn't go unnoticed. Somewhere deep inside of me something snapped and a want to prove myself to her tripled. I wanted her to stop defying me, and finally see things from my prospective. It infuriated me how I couldn't find the right buttons to control her. Everyone in this room was under my thumb, everyone except Marie Belle.

"Baboon!" she exclaimed glaring at me with her stupid green eyes. My fists curled tighter into a ball, but I didn't notice how I've made a step towards her, getting so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her body.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Someone cried out.

It spiked me even more. "Get you ugly face out of my sight!" I cried out. Something flashed inside her eyes, finally making me triumph in her defeat, but as soon as I mentally started celebrating, I felt her warm fingers encircle around my wrist, and she started pulling me away.

I was so stunned that let her drag me out of the living room to the entrance hall. She let go off my arm and rotated facing me. Her eyes were flashing with watery glaze, but no tears rolled down her cheeks, which I might add impressed me. Female tears never impressed me. Watching a girl cry never produced any kind of effect on me.

"Fine! Call me whatever you want! But I'd rather wait for a guy who would care about me, instead of jumping the first available dick. Even if it'll take the entire year or two, or five. I'd rather be with a guy who gives a damn. And even if we won't have our happily ever after, I'd know that he loved me when I let him to bed me. And who do you think you are calling me names and insulting me for whatever reason. You have no damn right, because you are nothing! Except money I don't see anything in you! Do you maybe have an abusive parents or tragic death in your family that made you disrespectful to others? Or maybe kids bullied you at school?" She spat in a low voice.

There was one part of my brain trying to process her words, and another part was trying to force me to choke her. Of course, I didn't have abusive parents. Where the hell did she get that from? I had all my siblings alive, living their happy lives.

When I didn't respond she continued. "That's what I thought! You're just an arrogant rich boy who wants only to litter money on coke, buzz, slutty girls, and have people kissing his ass. But who would stay by your side if all of this shit is gone? Do you think that one hundred of your oh-so good friends would stick by your side if you lose your money? Or maybe your beautiful girlfriend who's probably with you only because you buy her stuff, take her on vacation to some freaking expensive resort, and pay for her chihuahua's massage therapist! Or maybe your buddies that you take everywhere, and shove some pretty girls into their hands for their entertainment? You know who'd stay with you? Nobody! NO ONE would stay with you! And you know why? Because you have only money to offer! NO money, no TAYLOR! As a result no person!"