The Mean Men That Women Have To Deal With

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Warnings:

~cursing
~violence

I'm sitting on my bed reading Brave New World when the devil himself, David, walks in. Bitch didn't even knock. Wow.

"Yes? May I help you Mr. David?" I place the book face down on my lap, a finger on page 65.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier." He walks towards me his hands at his sides and a determined look on his face.

"Mm," I nod "what would you like to know?"

"I would like you to know that what you said to me was very rude young lady."

"Look I understand I'm like way younger than you are but I'm not a kid. I know what im doing if I sound rude towards it's because you talked rude towards me first." I finish my tiny rant with both my hands crossed on my chest forgetting about the book on my lap.

"I was not rude towards you, I just pointed out the obvious, and you were rude in the first place for not waiting for anyone to get their food." He's closer to the bed now, his knees almost touching the edge. His hands are fists at his sides and his knuckles are almost white.

"Look I was tired and starving, I had just woken up from an episode and I just wanted to eat. My mom understands that, why can't you?"

"Because this is my house and you will respect me, understood young lady?" Hes fuming now, I can almost see smoke coming from his ears like in the cartoons. This man has no right to tell me what to do. He's not my father and I've known him for about three or four days. If he thinks he can boss me around just because I live in his house, hes wrong.

" look, besides the fact that you're dating my mom, you mean absolutely nothing to me so I will talk to you however I want to I don't care that this is your house. Kick me out if you want to, but if you want to keep my mom as your girlfriend you're the one that should be respecting me, understood old man?" Hes pissing me off and i am not a nice person when I'm pissed. It's very hard to make me mad but this man right here, he makes it look so easy to do.

I hear the slap before I feel the sting of it on my left cheek. I'm shocked and absolutely fucking angry. I'm on auto pilot now and I grab the nearest thing to me. The book flies from my right hand to his face and hits him square on the nose. No one will hit me or my mom and get away with it, not again. He falls back, but not much considering  it's only a paperback book. So I got off my bed and walk up to him and I dknt slap him. I punch the shit out of his face. Once for calling me disrespectful, the second time for calling me young lady like I'm five years old. The third one hits him on the nose again, but this time I hear something crack.

"You don't need to know what the other two were for, but that last one was for slapping me. You will not touch me ever again and if you do it will hurt more than this, undersrood?" Hes on the floor now because of the last punch. His nose is bleeding profusely and I'm sure I broke something. I have to talk down on him since hes on the floor now but it sure felt good to punch him.

He starts getting up but before he does I lift my socked foot and put it on his chest wanting to hear him say he understands. "Undersrood?" I repeat myself.

"Yes." He more like grunts it but it'll do for now. I lift my leg and then walk back to my bed. I grab the book off the floor before I lay back down and put the covers over me once more. He stays on the floor, one hand on the floor supporting him and the other on his nose catching the blood. He glares at me from above his bloody hand but he doesn't move an inch.

"You may leave now. Our conversation is over." I say, not lifting my gaze off the random page I flipped to. He grunts as he gets up and he moves slowly but eventually makes it out the door. He closes it behind himself and I dknt miss a beat to scramble off my bed and lock it. As soon as its locked I sink to the floor, back on the door and eyes closed. I rest my head on my knees and cover my head with my arms, breaking down. I'm crying hard and I can barely breathe. I scramble off my butt into all fours and crawl towards my bathroom still crying and vision blurry. I don't bother turning the lights on but I manage to get on my feet and  open my small mirror and get the two bottles of pills in there. I struggle to get them open but I manage and slip both of them under my tongue just before another episode starts. I leave the pills on the bathroom counter and stumble back into my room laying on my bed sideways trying to catch my breath. It's hard but seventy I manage and drift off into sleep, exhausted from the previous events.

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