Rating: R mostly for language
Genre: Drama/ a little comedy to break it up
AN: Sorry that I took so long in updating my computer was down.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the concepts of characters from PB
Part 5
Anissa suddenly awoke from her sleep slightly disoriented and not sure of what woke her. She laid still under the covers waiting for sleep to claim her again, but it wasn't forth coming. Her mind began to wonder about the events of the pass month.
She had never guessed that her surprise guests would still be in her house a month after that eventful night. Oddly it didn't take her long to begin to grow accustomed with them living in her house. Her reuniting with he father was going pretty well, though, at first it was awkward. She was enjoying the new man that he had become and often found themselves spending nights sitting on the back patio just talking. What hadn't surprised Anissa was how quickly Brianna took to her grandfather as if he had been in her life since the beginning; Anissa never understood where she got this easily forgiving nature but she loved her for it. What did surprised and everyone else in the house was how easily Jack took to Brianna; Anissa knew most runaways were the loner type and didn't trust anyone, but Jack was different. She seemed to be subconsciously looking for somewhere to fit in, so when Brianna self proclaimed that she was Jack's best friend there was no objection on Jack's part. Anissa giggled as she thought of how the two young girls have been running around the house together. They've been inseparable for the past four weeks; were ever Brianna was Jack was right there and vise versa. At first, Anissa was worried that Brianna would be her overbearing and bossy self scaring Jack away, but Jack new how to deal with her daughter so she never complained when Brianna fussed over her. In fact, Anissa would bet anything that Jack rather enjoys the attention. Though, everything seemed to be going great in the McBride household there was still static between Anissa and Riddick. It seemed everyday there was an argument between the two of them. The most recent happened earlier that night:
It was around five when Anissa closed her bakery like she normally did every Friday night. She had returned home at the same time as Riddick, who was returning from working the day shift at his mining job in Ceria. After the news of Richard B. Riddick's death had been reported on all news channels over the galaxy, about the second week after their arrival, Riddick thought he could try giving "normal" life a try. He went these days as Ramon Lee Wright, a quite man that kept to himself and worked as a bouncer downtown on the weekends. Anyway, the dispute started over a pile of dirty clothes that Riddick had left in the middle of the laundry room. Now this seems like a petty argument that should not have escalated into a full blown fight, but Anissa was more than fed up with Riddick, so she found and used anything that she could to piss him off. She never seemed to lack "pissing- off fuel" because one thing that Riddick never did was help with the chores around the house. When the trio decided to stay in the house with Anissa and Brianna, they held an official meeting that laid down certain rules that everyone had to abide by, and the two major rules was that everyone had to contribute both financially and physically to the household (though the financially part was solely towards the adults). Riddick had abide to the first rule by getting two well paying jobs and giving selfishly to pay the bills and towards going food shopping, but on the other hand when it came to doing any of the chores he was incompetent. He did nothing. He didn't wash his dishes, clean his bedroom, do his laundry, clean the bathroom, sweep, or take the trash out, nothing! And this fact was driving Anissa up the wall. So when she saw the pile of smelly clothing in the floor she snapped.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are!" Anissa fumed at Riddick who was lounged like usually on the sofa. He gave her a deadpanned expression and after a few seconds ignored her and continued watching the television. "Damn it! You are going to fucking listen to me! She growled in annoyance, yanking the control out of his hand and turning the television off.
"Give it back, now" Riddick said calmly though the underlying message wasn't so calm. When Anissa ignored him and stuck the control in her back pocket he became upset, "What the fuck is your problem? I was just sitting here minding my own fucking business and you come over here fuckin' with me!"
"I wouldn't come over here fuckin' with you if you would stop acting like a spoiled child!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he was getting aggravated with her calling him all these names, especially after a rough day at work.
"I'm talking about that pile of shit that you left in the middle if the damn laundry room."
"Shit?" he grinned "are you sure you don't need to talk to that stupid dog of yours I promise you I take shits in the toilet" Riddick's grin widened when he saw he was getting under Anissa's skin.
"I know stupid is second nature to you" Riddick wasn't grinning anymore as he stood slowly "But please use your brain and listen to me: I am tired of cleaning after a grown man!"
"What do you know about grown men? Its not like any of them are interested in used goods anyway, you should probably start batting for the other team if you know what I mean." Riddick had wounded her deeply.
"Fuck you!" she screamed
"Fuck you!" he retorted
"No, Fuck you!" she yelled again.
"Bitch!"
"Bastard!"
"Cunt!"
"Cocksucker!" their voices reached and deafening crescendo, but no one came running as they continued to yell at each other. The other inhabitants of the house had grown accustomed to the daily fight between the two, so they usually just closed the doors of their rooms and ignored the maniacs outside.
"Give me the damn remote!" Riddick yelled menacingly. He was tired of the yelling and he just wanted her to get out of his face and leave him alone.
"No! Not until you clean up your crap!" They both paused for about a second staring each other down trying to intimidate the other into submission. Any normal human being would have pissed themselves seeing the pulsing vein on Riddick's forehead, but not Anissa she was either very bold or very dumb. After what seemed like forever Riddick pounced. He knocked her to the floor and wrestled with her trying to get his hand around to her back pocket to grab the remote, but her small frame gave her an advantage. Anissa quickly grabbed the remote curled up in a ball and removed the batteries out of the back. Riddick shook her until she finally surrendered the remote control.
"Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly "I knew you were weak little girl!" He grinned down at her as he pressed the power button on the control. It didn't work. He pressed it again, yet it still didn't work. He turned the control over seeing the back along with the batteries had been pulled out. He looked over at Anissa who was crawling away and pounced again.
"Stop fuckin' around and give 'em to me!"
"Never!!!!"
Imam had enough of the yelling between the two of them because they were starting to disrupt his daily reading. He entered the sitting room to find the two of them rolling in the floor amidst an array of overturned furniture. He couldn't believe that they were really behaving the way they were.
"Stop! Right! Now!" He uncharacteristically yelled. This got the attention of the two adults immediately; they stood pushing apart standing next to each other with their arms folded in front of them.
"What is wrong with the two of you?" Imam scolded them "You both have been acting very foolishly. What had gotten into the two of you?"
Anissa rushed to tell her side of the story, "He left is dirty clothing all over the floor of the laundry room and when I questioned him about it he rudely ignored me and continued watching the television. When I took the control and flipped it off so we could talk he jumped me." Anissa said sweetly to her father as if she was blameless in this whole affair. Riddick gave her a murderous look.
"Anissa, I don't know who you are trying to fool?" Imam pierced Anissa with a look that caused her to lower her head, "You two need to set an example, it is sad when the children are getting along better than the two of you. Anissa I want the bickering to end now. You go out of your way to find something to harass Mr. Riddick about and that is childish" A chuckle rumbled from Riddick's chest. "What is also childish is that everyone else is forced to clean after you, Mr. Riddick, it isn't fair and we shouldn't have to. I know that you don't act well to being told what to, so I am not telling you what to do. I am asking that you meet me half way and just clean up after yourself." Riddick just nodded his head curtly. He didn't know why, but he felt a tinge of guilt at Imam's disappointment.
"I'm sorry" Anissa said sincerely feeling ashamed, and Riddick grumbled something that sounded akin to "my bad Holy man." Imam just nodded in response and walked away.
Anissa felt her face burned as she pondered on how true her father's words had been. She had been going out of her way to make Riddick's life a living hell, and she didn't want to admit it to herself because then she would have to acknowledge what her logical mind has been trying to ignore: her deep attraction to the mass murderer Richard B. Riddick. She knew that her wanting him was wrong on so many different levels but she just couldn't help it, and with out realizing it she has been acting on her feelings for him. At that moment Anissa came to the understanding that the aggravation he was causing her had nothing to do with his unbearable behavior, but it had to do with her regressing to elementary tactics of picking on a boy to show that she liked him. 'How ridiculous!' she thought thinking back to the times after one of their infamous fights how she didn't usually fume over what had happened but basked in the attention that he had been showing her.
Anissa grinned while turning on her side to try to doze off to sleep again. Then she heard it. The same muffled noise that had woken her up the first time; it sounded like a muffled screaming noise.
"Uhhh!" she heard it again and jumped out of the bed fearing that there was something wrong with the girls. Different scenarios ran through her head as she tried to find a weapon that she could use against the culprit. She finally made it outside the door into the hallway with an aroma candle, and that was when she heard the sound again, but the weird thing was that it wasn't coming from Brianna and Jack's room. It was coming from Riddick's room.
Annoyed, Anissa rolled her eyes and opened the door without thinking about the possible reasons those noises were coming from his room. "Riddick, what are those—" the word fell from her mind as she stared dumbly at the sight in front of her. There was Riddick fucking some red head from behind while she ate some other girl's pussy. Anissa stood shocked for about thirty seconds before she was able to compose herself and say something.
"What are you doing?" this was the first think that she yelled not that there was some mystery in what he was doing.
"I'm fuckin'! What does it look like I'm doin'?" he didn't even stop in fact speeding up his pace with every stroke, "So… you want to get the fuck out? Or you wanna join?" he grinned as he reached around the girl and teased her clit I caused a shiver to go up her spin moaning into the other girls cunt.
Shocked, Anissa quickly shut the door and ran to her room, not breathing until she was hidden behind her door. She couldn't believe that bastard! How could he bring those sluts into her house especially while the girls where across the hall? Anissa threw her pillow against the wall and roughly sat on the bed. She was upset… and embarrassed… and annoyed… and dare she think, Jealous?
'Hell naw I ain't jealous! He ain't shit anyways, just as much of a ho as those girls. Why would a successful woman like me want some stupid Neanderthal convict anyway? I am too much of a lady.' As she thought this, she knew that she was lying to herself and in fact the strongest emotion she felt at the moment was jealousy. She hid under the cover and cried, thinking how pathetic and lonely she felt.