Chapter 11:
It was like that forever. In my second month of being pregnant, everything got rocky again. Eyeball slammed the front door. And I ran from the kitchen to the living room to see what was going on.
"Are you okay?"
"Just fuckin' fine!" He yelled.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Just leave me the hell alone!" He stormed into the bedroom and slammed himself onto the bed. I went to the doorway, staring at him, trying to figure out what could be wrong. He must've heard me because he came up to the door quickly and shut it in my face. I opened the door as Eyeball lay on his back in the bed.
"Eyeball, what happened?" I said, genuinely concerned. He sighed loudly and turned on his side, his back to me. I lay down next to him in the bed, stroking his back lightly with my fingers. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" I asked, kissing his neck lightly. He turned over sharply and I stopped. He crawled on top of me and kissed me passionately. His hands were all over me, and he was kissing me as if he was really angry. This didn't feel right. I hated it, so I stopped him.
"Eyeball, stop."
"Jess. No." He whined, still giving me kisses. I pushed him off my lips for a minute.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing! I had a fuckin' bad day, and all I want to do is be with you!"
"Yeah, sure, but not until you tell me what happened." He sighed heavily.
"Why do you have to be such a bitch."
"Whoa, Eyeball, hold on. All I want is for you to talk to me."
"And all I want is for you to sleep with me, but we don't always get what we want."
"Hey, don't be a dick to me, just because you day wasn't perfect."
"Wasn't perfect? It was fuckin' hell! But you couldn't have the slightest idea of what hell is!"
"Oh yeah. Try working in killing high-heels, in a slutty outfit with big, disgusting men grabbing your ass all the time, and then you can talk to me about having a bad day."
"Whatever Jess. I'm just saying, could you stop being a fuckin' asshole?"
"I'm the asshole? All I did was ask you whats wrong. I'd rather know what happened then to have you bang me like you're a fuckin' rapist."
"Eat shit."
"You eat shit!" He stormed out of the room angrily and I ran after him.
"Eyeball, what the hell is up your ass?"
"I had a bad day! What? I'm not allowed to be fuckin' pissed off?!"
"Then talk to me about it. Don't try to ignore it with sex!"
"What'd you know, anyway?" He mumbled.
"I swear Eyeball, you're like PMS-ing. If I didn't know you had a dick, I'd swear you were a fuckin' broad!"
"Shut the fuck up, fuckin' slut." He murmured.
"What was that?" I said, placing my hands on my hips. Eyeball turned to face me.
"I called you a fuckin' slut."
"Oh please. If anything, you're the slut!"
"Me? Yeah okay."
"Should I bring up Cherry, Amy, Jean."
"Hey! Watch it Jess!" He yelled only inches away from my face. "I don't care about the other two sluts. But if you say one more fuckin' thing about Jean, I'll kill you, I swear it!" I could've been afraid, and maybe I was a little, but I was angrier that he was going to just forget about this without telling me. And I had to admit I was pretty jealous that he still cared for Jean, even though I still cared for Michael. He glared at me intently.
"You still love her, don't you?"
"Of course I still love her! I didn't break up with her. She was killed! You have no idea what that's like!"
"Oh yeah, I don't know what it feels like to have someone you love be murdered. Michael still would be here if it wasn't for goddamn Ace!"
"He was trying to protect you!"
"It was a hell of a lot more than you did! Did you stand there when Jean needed you too?" I said, my eyes tearing. He smacked me hard across the face. My cheek stung with pain.
"I'll kill you Jess. I fuckin' swear! Shut the hell up!"
"Don't fuckin' hit me!" I yelled.
"Well don't open your damn mouth and you won't get smacked!"
"Are you threatenin' me?"
"I knew I should've married Cherry. I could've been rid of you and your fuckin' kid!" I smacked him hard across the face.
"Don't you say shit about her you fuckin' dick!" I yelled, and he grabbed my wrists tightly.
"Did you just fuckin' hit me? I don't think that was too smart Jess. Considering you're talkin' shit about Jean. I told you I'd kill you if you ever said anything about her again! She wasn't some slut like you!"
"I'm not a slut you asshole, now let go of me!"
"Please Jess. You're like the biggest slut I know! You've slept with me, made out with my brother, I have no doubt in my mind that you and Mike did shit, all the years you were gone, when I never knew I had a kid. And to think, I thought when we got married it would stop, but no. Then you fuckin' kiss Mike when I'm right fuckin' in front of you!" He slammed me hard against the wall.
"Ow." I said in pain, then looked into his eyes. "Like you're any better? You slept with me, and then broke up with me to band Cherry. Then when I took you back, you fuckin' sleep with Cherry! And when I came back you didn't even have the common knowledge to tell her that you were engaged to me! Not to mention, that you were sleeping with Jean behind Vince's back, and Ace's back! You screwed your best friends' girl Eyeball! You're no better!" He glared at me, his eyes flaming.
"I told you to leave Jean alone!" He threw me onto the floor, and I smashed right into our glass table in the living room, shattering it to pieces and cutting myself everywhere. When I got up, my face and arms were all cut and bloody, Eyeball punched me in my right eye. I held my eye, and stood there, to show I wasn't afraid of him.
Then he punched me in the stomach. I'm his wife and I'm two months pregnant and he punches me in the stomach? What the hell is wrong with him? I hunched down instinctively and held my stomach, then he punched my face and gave me a bloody nose. He stopped and breathed hard, looking at me. I stood up straight and wiped my nose once. (Not that it helped the blood from rushing out)
"You're fuckin' chicken shit." I said to him, returning a glaring stare. Then he took out his switchblade. Black handle, painted with flames, and a long sharp blade. He slashed it at me quickly, but I leaned back and it missed me.
I fell backwards onto the couch, afraid that Eyeball would really use the blade on me. He leaned over me, his eyes never leaving mine. One hand held his body on the couch as he leaned. He looked at me, and it looked as if his eyes were tearing, and I saw one twitch for a split second. Then, he jabbed the blade into my right thigh. I screamed in dyer pain. He pressed it deep, and stood up straight. I pulled the switchblade quickly from my thigh, gritting my teeth to help the screaming. I slashed it at him quickly and got one good, long cut from a little above his eyebrow, to a little below his bottom lid. He yelled and covered his left eye quickly. I threw the blade behind the couch and pressed down hard on my thigh. Then Ace ran into the house.
"What the fuck is goin' on over here? I just heard you's all screamin' all the way from Vince's."
"Nothing, nothing." Eyeball stood up, his eye still covered. We both wanted to scream in pain but refrained from doing so.
"Holy shit. Jess what the hell did you do to him?" He said, looking at me. My face was cut from the glass table and my nose was bleeding. Blood was quickly gushing through my fingers from my right thigh, and my right eye was starting to swell. Ace came over to me, about to attack me like Eyeball had.
"Ace stop!" Eyeball said, swing Ace's direction.
"Eyeball she completely fucked up your eye." Ace sighed.
"Jesus Ace." I said looking at Ace in disgust.
"Ace, I tore her up worse." Eyeball said, looking at me sympathetically.
"Alright, alright. I'll drive you two morons to the hospital. We'll tell the guys and everyone that Eric attacked the both of you. Got it?" He looked at me. "And if you tell someone otherwise, you're dead."
It was like that forever. In my second month of being pregnant, everything got rocky again. Eyeball slammed the front door. And I ran from the kitchen to the living room to see what was going on.
"Are you okay?"
"Just fuckin' fine!" He yelled.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Just leave me the hell alone!" He stormed into the bedroom and slammed himself onto the bed. I went to the doorway, staring at him, trying to figure out what could be wrong. He must've heard me because he came up to the door quickly and shut it in my face. I opened the door as Eyeball lay on his back in the bed.
"Eyeball, what happened?" I said, genuinely concerned. He sighed loudly and turned on his side, his back to me. I lay down next to him in the bed, stroking his back lightly with my fingers. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" I asked, kissing his neck lightly. He turned over sharply and I stopped. He crawled on top of me and kissed me passionately. His hands were all over me, and he was kissing me as if he was really angry. This didn't feel right. I hated it, so I stopped him.
"Eyeball, stop."
"Jess. No." He whined, still giving me kisses. I pushed him off my lips for a minute.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing! I had a fuckin' bad day, and all I want to do is be with you!"
"Yeah, sure, but not until you tell me what happened." He sighed heavily.
"Why do you have to be such a bitch."
"Whoa, Eyeball, hold on. All I want is for you to talk to me."
"And all I want is for you to sleep with me, but we don't always get what we want."
"Hey, don't be a dick to me, just because you day wasn't perfect."
"Wasn't perfect? It was fuckin' hell! But you couldn't have the slightest idea of what hell is!"
"Oh yeah. Try working in killing high-heels, in a slutty outfit with big, disgusting men grabbing your ass all the time, and then you can talk to me about having a bad day."
"Whatever Jess. I'm just saying, could you stop being a fuckin' asshole?"
"I'm the asshole? All I did was ask you whats wrong. I'd rather know what happened then to have you bang me like you're a fuckin' rapist."
"Eat shit."
"You eat shit!" He stormed out of the room angrily and I ran after him.
"Eyeball, what the hell is up your ass?"
"I had a bad day! What? I'm not allowed to be fuckin' pissed off?!"
"Then talk to me about it. Don't try to ignore it with sex!"
"What'd you know, anyway?" He mumbled.
"I swear Eyeball, you're like PMS-ing. If I didn't know you had a dick, I'd swear you were a fuckin' broad!"
"Shut the fuck up, fuckin' slut." He murmured.
"What was that?" I said, placing my hands on my hips. Eyeball turned to face me.
"I called you a fuckin' slut."
"Oh please. If anything, you're the slut!"
"Me? Yeah okay."
"Should I bring up Cherry, Amy, Jean."
"Hey! Watch it Jess!" He yelled only inches away from my face. "I don't care about the other two sluts. But if you say one more fuckin' thing about Jean, I'll kill you, I swear it!" I could've been afraid, and maybe I was a little, but I was angrier that he was going to just forget about this without telling me. And I had to admit I was pretty jealous that he still cared for Jean, even though I still cared for Michael. He glared at me intently.
"You still love her, don't you?"
"Of course I still love her! I didn't break up with her. She was killed! You have no idea what that's like!"
"Oh yeah, I don't know what it feels like to have someone you love be murdered. Michael still would be here if it wasn't for goddamn Ace!"
"He was trying to protect you!"
"It was a hell of a lot more than you did! Did you stand there when Jean needed you too?" I said, my eyes tearing. He smacked me hard across the face. My cheek stung with pain.
"I'll kill you Jess. I fuckin' swear! Shut the hell up!"
"Don't fuckin' hit me!" I yelled.
"Well don't open your damn mouth and you won't get smacked!"
"Are you threatenin' me?"
"I knew I should've married Cherry. I could've been rid of you and your fuckin' kid!" I smacked him hard across the face.
"Don't you say shit about her you fuckin' dick!" I yelled, and he grabbed my wrists tightly.
"Did you just fuckin' hit me? I don't think that was too smart Jess. Considering you're talkin' shit about Jean. I told you I'd kill you if you ever said anything about her again! She wasn't some slut like you!"
"I'm not a slut you asshole, now let go of me!"
"Please Jess. You're like the biggest slut I know! You've slept with me, made out with my brother, I have no doubt in my mind that you and Mike did shit, all the years you were gone, when I never knew I had a kid. And to think, I thought when we got married it would stop, but no. Then you fuckin' kiss Mike when I'm right fuckin' in front of you!" He slammed me hard against the wall.
"Ow." I said in pain, then looked into his eyes. "Like you're any better? You slept with me, and then broke up with me to band Cherry. Then when I took you back, you fuckin' sleep with Cherry! And when I came back you didn't even have the common knowledge to tell her that you were engaged to me! Not to mention, that you were sleeping with Jean behind Vince's back, and Ace's back! You screwed your best friends' girl Eyeball! You're no better!" He glared at me, his eyes flaming.
"I told you to leave Jean alone!" He threw me onto the floor, and I smashed right into our glass table in the living room, shattering it to pieces and cutting myself everywhere. When I got up, my face and arms were all cut and bloody, Eyeball punched me in my right eye. I held my eye, and stood there, to show I wasn't afraid of him.
Then he punched me in the stomach. I'm his wife and I'm two months pregnant and he punches me in the stomach? What the hell is wrong with him? I hunched down instinctively and held my stomach, then he punched my face and gave me a bloody nose. He stopped and breathed hard, looking at me. I stood up straight and wiped my nose once. (Not that it helped the blood from rushing out)
"You're fuckin' chicken shit." I said to him, returning a glaring stare. Then he took out his switchblade. Black handle, painted with flames, and a long sharp blade. He slashed it at me quickly, but I leaned back and it missed me.
I fell backwards onto the couch, afraid that Eyeball would really use the blade on me. He leaned over me, his eyes never leaving mine. One hand held his body on the couch as he leaned. He looked at me, and it looked as if his eyes were tearing, and I saw one twitch for a split second. Then, he jabbed the blade into my right thigh. I screamed in dyer pain. He pressed it deep, and stood up straight. I pulled the switchblade quickly from my thigh, gritting my teeth to help the screaming. I slashed it at him quickly and got one good, long cut from a little above his eyebrow, to a little below his bottom lid. He yelled and covered his left eye quickly. I threw the blade behind the couch and pressed down hard on my thigh. Then Ace ran into the house.
"What the fuck is goin' on over here? I just heard you's all screamin' all the way from Vince's."
"Nothing, nothing." Eyeball stood up, his eye still covered. We both wanted to scream in pain but refrained from doing so.
"Holy shit. Jess what the hell did you do to him?" He said, looking at me. My face was cut from the glass table and my nose was bleeding. Blood was quickly gushing through my fingers from my right thigh, and my right eye was starting to swell. Ace came over to me, about to attack me like Eyeball had.
"Ace stop!" Eyeball said, swing Ace's direction.
"Eyeball she completely fucked up your eye." Ace sighed.
"Jesus Ace." I said looking at Ace in disgust.
"Ace, I tore her up worse." Eyeball said, looking at me sympathetically.
"Alright, alright. I'll drive you two morons to the hospital. We'll tell the guys and everyone that Eric attacked the both of you. Got it?" He looked at me. "And if you tell someone otherwise, you're dead."