Why So Cruel

Chapter fifteen

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to come home."

The house smelled like sweat and alcohol. Crash littered the floor. Glass was shattered everywhere, and buds was everywhere too.

He looked disgusting. Hair crazy, shirt stained. He smelled like feet and had stinky breath.

"You need a shower, you stink. This house stinks." I say holding my nose. He sniffs his pits and gags.

"Yeah, be back. Clean this house." He marches up the stairs.

With an eye roll, I get a trash bag and start to pick up the the trash. I wiped the counters with bleach and washed the dishes. Next, I got a broom and sweep up as much stuff as I can. Especially the glass. After I vacuum the carpet after I let the power carpet cleaner stuff seat for a little.

After three hours the house was spotless and smelled fresh.

As I was clean, I made chicken Alfredo and some garlic bread. I seat his plate on the table with his drink. I went upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door.

"The food is ready."

I quickly went into my room and shut my door. There was no point in locking, actually, it looks like he changed my door knobs to the ones that can't lock.

I pull out my phone and see a text from Kevin that was two minutes ago.

Kevin: Is everything good there?

Me: Yes

Me: Stop worrying to much old man. Don't want to grow more grey hairs.

Kevin: I don't have grey hair

Me: Think what you want to think

Kevin: I don't have grey hair

Me: Yet

Kevin: ...

Me: You gonna pick me up tomorrow for Blake's party?

Kevin: Yeah, I'll be there around ten

Me: ok boss man

"What got you all happy?" I look at the door at Jimmy.

"Nothing, did you eat your food?"

"Don't try to change the subject, who are you talking to?"

"No one, I was playing a game." He yanked me off the bed with my hair. Holding my face towards his.

"Don't lie to me. Who was you with for the past two weeks?"

"A friend." His grip tighten.

"Don't. Lie. To. Me."

"I'm not lie, I was with a friend. Why don't you believe me."

"Cause I saw you with that guy. Who is he?"

"My friend."

"So you kiss your friends?" I didn't think he would be able to see. No, you did think at all.

"We didn't kiss."

"Now I know your lying! Bet he wasn't the only guy you've been kissing, you slut!"

"I'm not a slut! You're just mad that I don't want to kiss you!"

I think that comment set him over the edge next thing I know, I'm falling to the ground. He repeatedly punch and kicked me not even try to miss my face. Luckily he only hit my face three times in the jaw. It was hard to block his shots with just one arm, but some how I managed to block my face. As for my stomach, it feels like he cracked one of my ribs.