what
they have to say doesn’t bother me.
Everything everyone does inside that room bothers me. The worst: Ben’s cheating hands having free rein over my back
as we danced. I wasn’t planning on being that close to him, like, for the rest
of my life.
Not after the way he had treated me.
Touching my body was a reward he did not deserve, but selfishly took without
bothering to ask me if it was okay.
I would have said no, or at least made up
a stupid reason why I couldn’t dance; but I was caught in a tough spot and had
no choice but to concede for that one brief moment.
Fuck, did I just prematurely wave the
white flag? There isn’t even a white flag ready and waiting for those people in
there. There is no plan to concede; there is however, a backbone ready and
waiting to smash their verbal warfare. They’re a team, an army, who’ve been
patiently awaiting my return whilst prepping for battle against my scorned
self.
The wounds are still healing from their
burns. I take a deep breath and slide the door open enough so that I can
squeeze my body through. The DJ keeps the dance theme going and begins blasting
a very loud track that has everyone excited and jumping all over the dance
floor.
That’s good, nobody noticed me leave. I
scoured the room for a few seconds as I make my way over to the table to get my
bag so I can see how many missed calls I’d received from Xander.
A.K.A that sneaky son-of-a-bitch who
doesn’t understand the concept of the word ‘No’. Whatever it is that he wants
from me later on, I think enough is enough. He’s gotten enough laughter from my
careless behavior, there needs to be no more of that. A simple way of making
sure things go my way for once, use the brain, trust instincts when they point
out random good looking sketchy dudes who take an interest in you, then declare
they have a fetish that you have no desire to be a part of.
So, yeah.
As I make my way toward my bag that I can
see sitting by itself at the kids’ table, from the corner of my eye a hand
flailing out catches me off guard. I turn my head and see Gwen and Mom
consoling an angry Ben. The music is too loud, I can’t hear a word. Right when
I reach the table, Mom catches me looking and gives Gwen a nudge. Their eyes
instantly set on me narrowing, while their injected lips do their version of a
snarl. Ben turns around to see what they are scowling at, and once he sees it’s
just little old me, he looks away and shakes his head. He then turns and walks
away while Gwen and Mom shout something at him with their arms out.
What is the princess-boy upset about now?
Is he upset about having to stay at the party when he could be out making out
with a specific short, red-headed slut?
I can see how that would make him angry; I
mean, it single-handily ruined our relationship of five years.
I turn my face right away as a small smile
threatens to break out, which is the last thing I need the people here to see;
me being happy would make them suspicious. I lean over the table and grab my clutch
when something in the air around me switches. I feel a certain danger
approaching, and my heart begins to beat faster.
Shit.
“Where were you just now?” Mom’s voice
screeches accusatorily, but not loud enough for any of her precious party
guests to hear her lose it. I slide the clutch underneath my pit and raise an
eyebrow.
Hold the fuck up, in that tone – yeah, I
don’t think so. I turn around, finding Mom and Gwen with the annoyed scowls on
their faces. Simultaneously, they fold their arms across their chests.
Oh Mother, you never will learn, will you?
You can’t talk to me like you did before. I suck in some air, getting the
motors running inside my passages; I’ve got a treat for them. Well, a treat for
me, punishment for them. What can I say? They should have known better.
Now they’re going to get it.
Activating Marisa in humiliation
mode……commenced.
I give them a small smile. “I was looking
for the bathroom
they have to say doesn’t bother me.
Everything everyone does inside that room bothers me. The worst: Ben’s cheating hands having free rein over my back
as we danced. I wasn’t planning on being that close to him, like, for the rest
of my life.
Not after the way he had treated me.
Touching my body was a reward he did not deserve, but selfishly took without
bothering to ask me if it was okay.
I would have said no, or at least made up
a stupid reason why I couldn’t dance; but I was caught in a tough spot and had
no choice but to concede for that one brief moment.
Fuck, did I just prematurely wave the
white flag? There isn’t even a white flag ready and waiting for those people in
there. There is no plan to concede; there is however, a backbone ready and
waiting to smash their verbal warfare. They’re a team, an army, who’ve been
patiently awaiting my return whilst prepping for battle against my scorned
self.
The wounds are still healing from their
burns. I take a deep breath and slide the door open enough so that I can
squeeze my body through. The DJ keeps the dance theme going and begins blasting
a very loud track that has everyone excited and jumping all over the dance
floor.
That’s good, nobody noticed me leave. I
scoured the room for a few seconds as I make my way over to the table to get my
bag so I can see how many missed calls I’d received from Xander.
A.K.A that sneaky son-of-a-bitch who
doesn’t understand the concept of the word ‘No’. Whatever it is that he wants
from me later on, I think enough is enough. He’s gotten enough laughter from my
careless behavior, there needs to be no more of that. A simple way of making
sure things go my way for once, use the brain, trust instincts when they point
out random good looking sketchy dudes who take an interest in you, then declare
they have a fetish that you have no desire to be a part of.
So, yeah.
As I make my way toward my bag that I can
see sitting by itself at the kids’ table, from the corner of my eye a hand
flailing out catches me off guard. I turn my head and see Gwen and Mom
consoling an angry Ben. The music is too loud, I can’t hear a word. Right when
I reach the table, Mom catches me looking and gives Gwen a nudge. Their eyes
instantly set on me narrowing, while their injected lips do their version of a
snarl. Ben turns around to see what they are scowling at, and once he sees it’s
just little old me, he looks away and shakes his head. He then turns and walks
away while Gwen and Mom shout something at him with their arms out.
What is the princess-boy upset about now?
Is he upset about having to stay at the party when he could be out making out
with a specific short, red-headed slut?
I can see how that would make him angry; I
mean, it single-handily ruined our relationship of five years.
I turn my face right away as a small smile
threatens to break out, which is the last thing I need the people here to see;
me being happy would make them suspicious. I lean over the table and grab my clutch
when something in the air around me switches. I feel a certain danger
approaching, and my heart begins to beat faster.
Shit.
“Where were you just now?” Mom’s voice
screeches accusatorily, but not loud enough for any of her precious party
guests to hear her lose it. I slide the clutch underneath my pit and raise an
eyebrow.
Hold the fuck up, in that tone – yeah, I
don’t think so. I turn around, finding Mom and Gwen with the annoyed scowls on
their faces. Simultaneously, they fold their arms across their chests.
Oh Mother, you never will learn, will you?
You can’t talk to me like you did before. I suck in some air, getting the
motors running inside my passages; I’ve got a treat for them. Well, a treat for
me, punishment for them. What can I say? They should have known better.
Now they’re going to get it.
Activating Marisa in humiliation
mode……commenced.
I give them a small smile. “I was looking
for the bathroom
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