"YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, DON'T YOU?" I shouted at Lightning, my voice coming out screechy and hysterical, my face probably turning red.
He gives me a side eye. "Y/n not everything is fucking about you." He says, while maintaining intense eye contact.
My hands shake and my eyes water. I won't back down from him. Not this time.
His mouth twists into a sinister smirk as he sees two fat tears roll from my eyes. I no longer can withstand the intensity of his eyes, and I look to the floor
"You've changed ever since you won the piston cup." I whisper, as the tears roll more freely.
My hand shoots to my mouth and his face goes blank. I realize I've struck a nerve. All my rage deflates, leaving me feeling empty
His eyes contort into anger
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"I will NOT let you try and make me feel ashamed of the success I've gotten from working hard, while you sit around on your fucking ass ALL DAY, Y/N." He shouts.
I stand up, my glass crashing to the floor. "I DO NOT SIT AROUND ALL DAY. WHO DO YOU THINK WATCHES YOUR FUCKING KIDS WHILE YOURE OUT GETTING DRUNK?!?"
He wheelies onto his back tires "Don't you raise your voice at me, woman." He gruffly says, while looking down on me.
My breath hitches in fear. I look up at him, while visibly shaking in terror.
Tears are escaping my eyes faster than I can stop them. "I clean, I cook, I pay the bills. All you do is..... DRIVE AROUND IN CIRCLES!"
The room goes dead silent. I close my eyes, knowing what is next to come.
A loud a smack rings out. There are skid marks on my left cheek from where he struck me. His large masculine tires threw me onto the floor
