CHAPTER FIFTEEN - The bitch is back
"Talk." Jeff had his back to Sasha as he spoke, but his poise and tone were still demanding. Sasha flinched as he spoke. His voice was so controlled, but what she had jut seen showed how on the edge he was. She knew if she didn't say the right things in the right way he could switch.
"I don't know much. I met Ross again a couple of years ago. We were together for a bit, it's true he paid for the car. After about 6 months I came home to see him hit Max. I kicked him out, haven't seen him since."
"Did you know about this?" Jeff spoke gesturing to their situation.
"I swear I didn't." Sasha spoke quietly. Jeff made no response. Sasha waited uncomfortable with the silence, but knowing she had to leave it to Jeff to respond next.
Jeff silently fought his own battle. He knew he couldn't trust himself completely, he knew he couldn't trust his feeling, neither the rage he felt, nor the love. He took a deep breath and spoke softly but demandingly.
"I want you out of here."
"But, Jeff." Sasha sounded almost pleading. "You need me."
"I don't need anyone Sasha, least of all you. I can't trust you, so I can't have you around. It's as simple as that, I'd of thought that you would have figured that out." Sasha turned away from Jeff's back as he spoke, but then reconsidered her position.
"You know what Jeff," She shouted as she turned back to him. "Its not that you don't need me, its that I don't need you. You don't run this fucking show. I do. The old Sasha is back and you're not about to walk all over her."
Slowly and purposefully Jeff turned around to face Sasha. "You know what.?" He nodded and a pair of arms grabbed Sasha from behind. They grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, before deftly her wrists with a rope. She fought vainly for a minute before drooping, tired. Jeff leant into her ear and whispered spitefully. "The old Sasha was a bitch."
"Talk." Jeff had his back to Sasha as he spoke, but his poise and tone were still demanding. Sasha flinched as he spoke. His voice was so controlled, but what she had jut seen showed how on the edge he was. She knew if she didn't say the right things in the right way he could switch.
"I don't know much. I met Ross again a couple of years ago. We were together for a bit, it's true he paid for the car. After about 6 months I came home to see him hit Max. I kicked him out, haven't seen him since."
"Did you know about this?" Jeff spoke gesturing to their situation.
"I swear I didn't." Sasha spoke quietly. Jeff made no response. Sasha waited uncomfortable with the silence, but knowing she had to leave it to Jeff to respond next.
Jeff silently fought his own battle. He knew he couldn't trust himself completely, he knew he couldn't trust his feeling, neither the rage he felt, nor the love. He took a deep breath and spoke softly but demandingly.
"I want you out of here."
"But, Jeff." Sasha sounded almost pleading. "You need me."
"I don't need anyone Sasha, least of all you. I can't trust you, so I can't have you around. It's as simple as that, I'd of thought that you would have figured that out." Sasha turned away from Jeff's back as he spoke, but then reconsidered her position.
"You know what Jeff," She shouted as she turned back to him. "Its not that you don't need me, its that I don't need you. You don't run this fucking show. I do. The old Sasha is back and you're not about to walk all over her."
Slowly and purposefully Jeff turned around to face Sasha. "You know what.?" He nodded and a pair of arms grabbed Sasha from behind. They grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, before deftly her wrists with a rope. She fought vainly for a minute before drooping, tired. Jeff leant into her ear and whispered spitefully. "The old Sasha was a bitch."