I tapped my fingers across the table silently. Bastard thinks he could come home so late. My eye twitched a small bit. Why didn't he check in. I thought that was what marrage was about. Trust. One simple word, but that hopeless man betrayed me. Why couldn't one of those good boys like Ponyboy marry you. Cause he knows right and wrong. My mind argued with myself. Him and his damn drinking I bet he loves booze more than me. He had to love me though, I was a godess. Many boys said it too 'Oh Angel is really like her name says' and 'Wanna go for a ride princess'. And it was true I was a princess, mighty and beautiful. Holy and righteous-I heard the door creak open. I saw his giddy ass walk in with an near empty bottle.
" Hey I got a couple things to say to you." I stood and he looked at me with a dumb expression.
" Huh what ya say?" The tone he used was like he sobered up in a matter of seconds.
" I said i got a coupl-" He pushed me up against the table throwing my cup onto the ground. I growled knowing that i just cleaned the damn linoleum.
" Hey fucker I just clean tha-" He took the opportunity to sneak his tounge into my mouth. I bit it. He pushed me away bring his hand to wipe the excess blood.
"Fuckin' bitch." He shreeched at me. He then struck me across the face. I could already feel the bruise forming. I reached up to touch my red cheek. He looked at me with a glare and then stumbled out of the house.
Fucker, NO ONE touches Angela Shepard that way Ever. I threw the table over, and threw the phone against the wall. I was going to- I was going to throw all those damn dishes he spend so much damn money on. I opened the cupboard eagerly and reached for the nearest dishes. I grabbed the one with the orange and red flowers on it. I threw in down watching it break suddenly upon impact.
" Shame. That one was so pretty." But why would he do such a thing. Didn't he know who I was? I was sister to two of the toughest greasers in town. I was invincible, no one bothered fighting me. My anger boilled once again and I grabbed the purple and green ones I loved so much, and watched as they smashed against the wall. I threw the cloth with the drying ones onto the floor. All I could hear was the sound of a joyous rush. Once the dishes were no more i sat in the middle of the floor. I didn't care if glass got into my nees. I looked at the small pieces the big pieces and the completly shattered ones. Little pieces had flown everywhere. But this is what he decserves.
Because I'm Angela Shepard.