I almost hit the wall out of frustration as Mason approached me from the end of the hall, and I finally ended up grabbing Mason by the collar of his shirt before stuffing my face into the soft tan fabric—screaming at the top of my lungs against his chest as he patted my back awkwardly. This was driving me insane! I stared at the small wet spot left on Mason's shirt from my temporary break down as I backed away from him before kicking the wall just hard enough to make me feel better. I heard Tommy growl from two rooms away.
"If you break anything in my house, Jude Harrison, I'm sending you the check in the mail!" He declared as I kicked the wall harder. Yeah, okay so that didn't make me feel better, but the scowl I knew was on Tom's face right now just brightened my entire friggin' day. Mason just stood there before exhaling slowly.
"Okay…wow! If I didn't just walk in on MTV Award's steamiest kiss moment. And what the hell was that—one minute the two of you are kissing and then tearing down drywall. Should I call Bedlam? I'm sure they have just enough rooms to admit more than one case of insanity." Mason remarked as I threw him a scathing look.
"I love you, Fox, but bite me." I replied as I stomped down the hall toward the room Tommy had shown us into earlier. My suitcase was on the bed and I shoved it—hard—onto the floor before kicking the wall again. Lustful thoughts indeed! Ughhhhh! I turned the suitcase over—watching absent-mindedly as the contents were strewn across the floor—littering the soft brown carpet in the room with everything from my underwear to a tube of toothpaste before picking up an armload and just vaulting it up into the air, watching as one of my bras fell over the corner of the slightly open door while everything else just fell haphazardly into spots that fitted perfectly with my mood. They fell in discord—yep discord. I dragged my guitar from the corner—dragging it across the floor slowly just about to lift it up and slam it down when the anger left me—leaving me limp and drained as I sat down on the edge of the coverlet while bringing my guitar to rest softly against my lap. I strummed at it absently a moment—playing with the chords as I shook my head slowly.
He's a disaster—a wreck that brings me to my knees
Just giving an inch and then taking away a mile
Well, I'll be damned if I beg or plead…no sir...yes please
While sitting there with clenched teeth, pretending to smile.
I'd rather take the sword by the hand,
give you my release
Swinging it in unhalting demand
As it crashes with unbending ease.
No sir…yes please, I'm not that timid anymore
I'll show the world what you taught me
You haven't seen a storm like me before
You know what they say about a woman scorned
Hell hath no fury sir, just watch the devil swoon
I'll give him his monthly dues
In fits of tempestuous rage
Maybe not with fists
But there's more power on a page
The pen is mightier than the sword
Rest assured I know my chords
You want power, you want age
I can't be your twenty-one
I can't change when I was born
But I can give you power
My voice is still my rod
And I won't spare it.
No sir…yes please, I'm not that timid anymore
I'll show the world what you taught me
You haven't seen a storm like me before
You know what they say about a woman scorned
I sang loudly—letting the entire house hear the words as I strummed that last chord roughly and I smiled. Oh hell yeah, I smiled! Damn, but that felt good. I almost wanted to get up and do one of those victory dances you see during football touchdowns.
"Well, never let anyone say I didn't do something right by leaving." Tommy said suddenly from the doorway—standing there as if impressed that he wasn't dead. I just grinned cheekily as he looked over at the bra hanging in front of his face, and I couldn't help it. I stole a line from that movie Stealth.
"Watch out for my B cups."