One Word One Collection

Mistreat

Loud pattering was coming from the nearby window. However, I didn't have time to focus on it as I was preparing a meal for my fiancé. Some scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. It wasn't anything special, but it was one of the few things I can make without any mistakes.

Once they were all done, I brought it over to him with a glamorous smile reaching own cheek to the other. I slid the dish onto the table where he was sitting. He was texting on his phone. Not even a glance toward me. I cleared my throat loudly, but he was still preoccupied. I decided it was best not to bother him.

I went to go vacuum the floor. Housework can be a difficult task, but I prevail. Even though it's usually the two of us in the house, there's always something to clean or rearrange. Never a dull moment in my life.

Through the sound of the vacuum cleaning, I heard my name being called although not very coherently. I stopped the vacuum then heard it again loud and clear, "Cherri!!!"

I raced over to my fiancé, worried that something had happened to him. "What!? Did something happen!?" I asked in a panic.

He pointed to his plate of an unfinished meal and shouted, "What is this!? You call these eggs!? They're awful!"

I winced at his remarks and let a soft apology slip out, "Sorry, Jack. I thought they would be good." It pained me to have messed up something so simple, but that pain went away quickly.

"There better be a good meal when I get back from work!" he ordered as he got up and left the house with his things. I sighed and finished the meal myself. I didn't think it was bad, but my tasting abilities have never been good apparently.

When I was younger, I would taste my parents cooking. I would always be honest about whatever they cooked. Usually they were alright to me, and my parents would always say that there's something wrong with my tastebuds.

They would say a lot of things to me. I tried painting before, but my parents always told me that they weren't very good, so I stopped doing it.

I wanted to be a singer like my cousin, so when I asked if I could learn how, they rejected the idea. Saying how we didn't have enough money for it and that I wouldn't be as good as my cousin anyway.

I never got amazing grades in school. Just C's mostly. They never seemed to have any hope for me getting higher grades. That's probably why they seemed to try and make time for me when I struggled on my homework.

I never seemed to have any ambitions or goals because of how much I fail at things. Which is why I'm so grateful for my fiancé when he asked to get married. I don't know what to do if I didn't end up meeting him. Even if I didn't get to see my parents often as a child, I'm happy that they gave me shelter. Same goes for my fiancé since he's always so busy with work.

I continued on while listening to some pop songs on the radio. Every so often, I would find my fiancé's clothes lying around. Even though I tell him constantly to try and clean up after himself to make things easier, he never seems to do it. Nevertheless, I always make sure they're put away nice and tidy.

Around the afternoon, he finally came home from work. He went straight to the fridge. "Oh what the— Cherri! There's no more beer! There's no milk either! Go and get some!"

I answered with a simple "okay", and went to get dress. Once I was ready, he gave me a list of things to buy. "Buy some things for yourself while you're at it," he said as I made my way to the supermarket.

There was a lot of things I had to buy in fact, so I had to go there anyway. While perusing through the aisles, I spotted some ice cream. I picked his favorite then carried on to the other things I need to buy. Beer, milk, snacks, shampoo, body wash, and some cheap cologne all for him. There wasn't anything I really wanted. Nothing looked desirable to me.

I hustled to the checkout and paid for everything in a blind rush. I wanted to make it back home so I can finally get the chance to spend time with him. Ignoring the slippery floor, I stomped my way to the car. The drive felt like forever, but I made it back home in record time.

I unlocked the door then put everything on the kitchen counter. Looking around, I expected him to be sitting in front of the tv doing nothing. Curious, I searched around a bit. I crept toward our room, in case he was sleeping from a long day of work. I peeked inside to see if he was and wished that I hadn't in that very instant.

On the bed was him and on top of him was another woman. I swung the door opened, hearing our photos together fall onto the ground.

"What the hell!?" I shouted. The woman yelped and got off of him. My fiancé in shock pushed his back against the backboard.

"W-W-What are you doing here!? Shouldn't you be at the supermarket!?" he stammered like a broken windup toy.

I couldn't answer him. No, I didn't want to answer him. He began shouting, "Get out!! We'll talk later!!!" For the first time, I felt nothing. I didn't want to feel that.

I approached him. He continued shouting, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the childish tantrum. I reeled back my fist and swung with all my might against his jaw. The punch was hard enough to almost knock him out of the bed. The reason he didn't was because I was in the way to stop his fall.

"Ow!!! What th—" I grabbed his face with one hand before he finished talking.

"What!? You're gonna yell some more!? You meaningless, useless, douche!" I reeled back my left fist. He forced his eyes shut. I gritted my teeth and socked him right in the eye. I could feel the engagement ring making contact. I tossed the ring at his face then stormed out the room.

I stomped all the way outside. I took a deep breath in and yelled from the top of my lungs. Who cares who heard me scream. I just need to let it out some more. I felt my body getting heavier. I sat down in front of the door. It was cold outside. I could feel the rain pouring onto my body. Another failure to add to my life.