Ms.Bully

7

I really can't believe this idiot. I love Raul I really do most of the time he's a really good friend but not today. He fucking invited him to our sleepover. I was supposed to be taking a break from my stressors but here he is sitting on the couch next to us. "First I believe we are watching the 'Chronicle'," Raul said as he slid the CD in. I honestly enjoyed the movie besides a few deaths. "What about 'Seven with Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt." Santi requested snacking on popcorn. I gave him a disgusted look. "Why do we keep watching twisted ass movies? Put on Mulan or something." I spat
Raul sighs "Fine," he says clicking the remote. "Fucking wimp, "Santi murmurs. "What was that?" I question growing more irritable by the second. "Hmm, Nothing," he says as he faces the TV. "That's what I thought," I grumble looking at the TV. I feel him stomp onto my foot. "You fucking bitch!" I whisper stomping his foot with the heel of my foot. I know that had to hurt. I smirk as I look up to see his jaw clenched.

The peace didn't last very long. It took that little amount of effort to anger him. He snapped.

He turned moving above the couch and punched me in my stomach then a few more blows met my chest. "Yo stop! What are you doing!" I heard Raul say. I throw a few more punches back at him with only two actually landing. His hands promptly wrap around my throat. "You fucking wimp, I've been tired of you since you first caught her eye." his hold tightens. I claw at his hands while Raul was trying to pull him off of me. "Let-go you c-crazy...fucker." I choke out. Raul was pulling at him trying to get him off of me. He moves his head to my ear. "Try me again and next time I won't let go until you lose consciousness," he whispers before releasing my neck. I cough as soon as the pressure was released. Raul had escorted the ruthless man out of the house.
"Sorry man, I shouldn't have invited him," Raul says with a sigh. You think? "Damn right!" I agree with my voice sounding scratchy. I rub my throat. "Let's just finish this movie and go to sleep then. My stepmom should be home later," he says I nod my head as we watch the rest of Mulan.
Throughout the movie, I kept getting lost in thought about prior events. I can't help but feel confused and a bit helpless. Why do I keep getting pushed around? Do I look like a punching bag? Is there a note on my back that says 'Kick me,'? I honestly can't come up with a logical reason. And I'm scared to hear theirs.

By the time we had gone upstairs to sleep, I was still humming 'I'll make a man out of you'. "Bro, Stop go to sleep," Raul grumbles.
"Sorry, it's stuck in my head," I complained. "Well, now it's going to be stuck in my head. That's how Disney gets us." He exclaimed sleepily. I turn towards him on the futon and kick him in the butt. "Shut up." I chuckle. I pull the blanket up to my shoulder before closing my eyes. Within an hour I was wide awake. I walk out of Raul's room tiredly rubbing my eyes. I walk down the hall to the bathroom. I reach to turn the knob "Yeah I just made it in. When are you coming home?... I don't want to be left here all alone with your son you know he's a bit hyper." I hear a woman's voice coming from behind the door. I look at the bottom of the door where the light was shining out. I really got to pee and it doesn't sound like she is.
I knock on the door and her talking goes quiet for a moment. "Honey, I got to go bye." I hear her say quickly. I hear the zipping of a bag before the door is unlocked and opens.
Standing at the door was a woman who stood at the height of my chest. She had long black hair that spilled down her back. She wore a white button-up blouse and navy blue dress pants with glossy black heels. She was dressed as if she worked in an office.
"Who are you?" she snapped as I rubbed my eyes. "Excuse me, ma'am but I need to use the bathroom," I say looking down at her as I drowsily lean against the door frame.  "Ma'am?! Do I look that old to you?" She scoffs walking closer. "You must be Raul's friend." She speculated. I nod my head before brushing past her shutting the bathroom door behind me. I relieve my bladder into the toilet. I flush the toilet afterward before washing my hands. "I can't believe he remarried this quickly," I whisper to myself. I shake the water off my hands before opening the door. I let out a sigh of relief that she wasn't in the hall anymore.
I walk back into Raul's room laying back down on the futon before drifting to sleep.

"Raul wake up! It might be the weekend but you still have chores to do!" I hear a woman yelling. I sit upon the futon rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. "Niki it is too early for this. Go suck my dad's face or something." I hear Raul groan. I turn to look at the door to see the woman from last night standing in front of the door in a purple silk robe. "Raul don't make me drag you off that futon." She nagged. I cover my ears laying back down. "Raul!" she yells I kick him in the back. "Get up so she can leave," I grumble turning away from her voice. He rolls off the futon before standing. "Go do your chores." I tease chuckling. "What are you laughing for? You're going to help me," he demands. "No, I'm not." I snort turning away from him pulling up the blankets. I feel the covers being yanked away. He grabs my right leg dragging me off the futon and to the door. "What happened to common courtesy? I am a guest!" I shout holding onto the door frame. "You're damn near family you can do some cleaning." He snickered tugging at my leg. I try kicking his arm resulting in him catching my other leg. He tugs again and my hands lose grip on the door frame. "Help me!" I yell to his stepmother, Niki who was walking the other way. She looks back giggling for a moment before walking off. How dare she just ignore me. Help me, woman! Raul continues to drag me down the hallway.

"How long has she been married to your dad?" I ask while unloading the dishwasher.
"About 6 months," he says grabbed a plate from my hand. I look at him with skepticism. "Half a year?" I said in disbelief. "Yep he moves fast, doesn't he." Raul chuckles I nod with enthusiasm.
"I never asked why they divorced," I say handing him a bowl. "He cheated. But I kind of saw it coming," he states placing the bowl into a cabinet. "Does Niki know why?" I ask closing the dishwasher. Raul smirks "Who do you think he was cheating with!" he chuckles loudly slamming the cabinet shut. "Oh," I say dryly looking down with wide eyes. Well, that was enlightening. "Are we finished?" I plead slumping onto the couch.
"Yeah, wanna go get something to eat?" he offered. I nod my head before sitting up. "Ok I'll call you when it's your turn to take a shower," he said before walking off. I grab the remote turning the TV on. After about half an hour Raul calls me.
I dig through my bag to get out my underwear, t-shirt, jeans, and an Antisocial Social Club hoodie. I lay my clothes out onto the futon.
"Hurry up. The restaurant usually has a line." Raul rushes as he slips his shirt on. "I am" I reply before quickly walking out the room down the hall and into the bathroom. For someone who's in a rush, a thirty-minute shower sounds like you have all the time in the world.