Strength.
This one was kinda a mood thing. Here goes.
One hour had passed and you were still crying on the bathroom floor. A knock startles you, and a voice beckons from the hall. "Babe? It's me, it's Jeff." You stand up and stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your blonde hair was matted and tear-soaked; your face was red and puffy. But with a shaky hand, you finally turn the doorknob.
Jeff is standing there and looks concerned. His brow furrows as he speaks. "What happened?" Immediately tears blur your vision, but you try to compose yourself. "I'm fine," you whisper. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms skeptically. "Don't lie to me when it's so obvious that you aren't."
"Why the hell does that even matter? You lie to me all the time!" you snap back, raising your tone. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jeff rumbles, becoming very serious. Barking out a laugh, you go on. "You aren't that fucking ignorant, are you? Or am I really dating just a pretty face?"
He grabs your wrists and yanks you over the threshold and into the dark. "What did I do to you?" You rip away from him and drop your voice. "Everything. Yet somehow you still manage to do nothing at all." Jeff advances toward you, rage building inside him. "Only a bitch like you would get so fucking pissed over something that makes no fucking sense," he growls.
"Well only assholes like you would fucking argue back about it!" Mustering up strength, you shove him into the wall. The vibrations knock pictures off of it and they fall apart on the floor. He only stares at you in disbelief before licking his lips and walking calmly past you with a chuckle.
You follow him into the kitchen to find him mixing a tall glass of vodka and orange juice, the third one tonight. "Just how I like my boyfriends," you sneer. "Alcoholics." Jeff downs the entire thing and seems to visibly relax at the feel of the burning liquid flooding down his throat. "Oh shut up. You could probably use this." You slam your hand down on the counter. "You know what I could use? A real relationship."
Jeff stops making the fourth one and sticks out an arm. "Hi! Jeff Davis, nice to meet you." Upset by his arrogance, you smack it away. "Can you stop being such a dick for once and listen to me?" He childishly turns away and starts to drain the vodka once more. Storming in front of him, you snatch it away and throw it to the ground, shattering into a million pieces.
"Dumb bitch, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jeff towers over you with clenched fists. "You're so fucking pitiful, and no one else sees that. No one else sees how much you really depend on alcohol for everything. Without me, and without Chip, you'd drink yourself to death. I'm beginning to wish that was the case." The words flowed off your sharp tongue so easily, but now you were glued to the spot in shock of what you had uttered.
He doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity. Then without so much of a word lays a solid punch to your gut that knocks the wind out of you and onto the floor. His eyes are narrow and downcast, watching you clutch your stomach in an attempt to keep in its contents.
"Asshole," you mutter weakly. "You fucking idiot. I'm pregnant."
