"I honestly think you going easy on the children," Jon said.
He was washing the dishes while Adriana dried them.
"I'm not going easy on the kids," Adriana said.
"Yes you do. I honestly think you do. The kids have been fighting and bickering more often. I tell them I'm gonna put them over my lap and spank them if they keep up with their bad behavior and you defend them. I understand that they are kids and everything and they're going to fight, argue, and bicker. But they are not going to act like animals," Jon said.
"They're not acting like animals, Jon. And I do get on them too, thank you very much," Adriana said.
"I don't know what goes on in this house when I'm away, but whatever is going on it better stop."
"What are you implying? That this place is a madhouse when you're gone? Last time I checked, I make sure your clothes are washed, dried, and folded away for you. I make sure you have a warm bed to sleep in and food to eat. Hell, even when I'm tired, I still make time to rub your feet!"
"I am not saying the house is in disarray when I am gone. All I am saying is, is that the kids are just...a little out of control is all. They've never fought at the table like that. Then on top of that I tell them to keep their worms outside and they keep sneaking them in here."
"Well, you've made your point today. But I discipline the children too."
Jon simply didn't say nothing. But the look on his face was saying "Yeah right".
"Yeah, you may not believe me, but I do."
"I don't want the kids acting up again. Not like that anyways."
"Jonathan, children are going to fight. It's inevitable!"
"Not in my damn house!" Jon yelled.
"First of all, you need to tone it down. I will put your teeth down your damn throat. Second, you have to take it easy on the kids."
"I do take it easy on the kids. But they need to be disciplined more. I feel like we've been too lenient."
"Whatever you say, Jonathan. Is your mother and Steve at home?"
"No."
"Well, I'm taking the kids to my mother's house."
"Mom spoils them too."
"Jonathan, she's their grandmother. Of course she spoils them. But she also disciplines them too."
"Dry this dish please."
Adriana took the dish from Jon and quickly dried it. She put the plate in the cabinet and slammed it shut, looking at Jon as she did it. Jon was looking back at her as well. Adriana bolted out of the kitchen. She went into the room and slammed the door. Collapsing on the bed, she continued to fume.
"Fucker," she mumbled.
She heard the door open and close. She didn't care looking back to see Jon again.
"Adriana," Jon said.
She ignored Jon.
"Adriana, please...don't start," Jon said.
Adriana continued ignoring Jon..
"Adriana, I know you fucking hear me talking to you!"
"Fuck you, Jonathan!" Adriana yelled.
She got off of the bed and started pushing Jon.
"Get the fuck out of the room!"
"Stop pushing me."
"Or else what?"
"Look, I'm telling you that you need to stop."
"Get the fuck out of here."
"Stop acting like a bitch!"
Aiden had came in the house from the backyard to get some more toys. He overheard his parents arguing. He quietly snuck to the doorway of their room and peeked in a little since Jon had left the door slightly open.
"I can't fucking believe you think I spoil the kids all of the time. And what, you're just the ultimate discipliner all of a sudden!?"
"No. I am not. But you take it easy on the kids when they need to be reprimanded!"
"Whatever, Jonathan. Just leave me alone."
"No, I'm not going to leave you alone!"
"I said leave me alone!"
Adriana socked Jon in the mouth. He retaliated and slapped her across her face. Adriana went to hit Jon again but he blocked her and slapped her across the face again.
"You bastard!" Adriana screamed out.
She started hitting Jon over and over but Jon grabbed her arms and pinned her down to the bed. He was on top of her.
"Get off of me!"
"Not until you calm down!"
"You stupid fuck! Get off of me now!"
"No!"
By this time, Aiden had walked into the room.
"Mommy, Daddy! Stop hurting each other!"
Jon was startled and quickly got off of Adriana.
"Aiden, what are you doing in here?" Jon asked.
"I came in to get some toys and I heard you two fighting!" Aiden said.
Jon picked Aiden up and took him out of the room. Adriana found her cell phone and called her mother.
Mrs. Germanotta wasn't one pry into Jon and Adriana's business, but this time she needed to intervene before Jon and Adriana killed each other.
But they were on there way to doing just that.
When she got to the house, she heard both Jonathan and Adriana arguing on the inside of the house. The children were sitting outside on the front porch. Surprisingly, Jasmine was still asleep and the commotion didn't wake her up.
"What on earth is going on in there!?" Mrs. Germanotta said.
"Mommy and Daddy are fighting again," J.J. said.
"Okay, you three stay here on the porch," Mrs. Germanotta said.
She burst into the house and simply threw her purse on the ground. She saw both Adriana and Jonathan screaming their heads off at each other.
"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" Mrs. Germanotta asked.
"Jonathan's being a fucking asshole!" Adriana said.
"And you're acting like a bitch!" Jon retorted.
"Enough! Both of you! You two sit down on the couch!"
Adriana went to sit in the recliner chair.
"Get out of my chair," Jon said.
"Fuck you," Adriana said.
Jon simply sat on top of Adriana.
"Get your big ass off of me!" Adriana said.
Mrs. Germanotta came over and grabbed Jon by the ear. She grabbed Adriana's arm and yanked her up.
"Sit your asses down!" she said.
Adriana and Jonathan sat apart from each other.
"I don't pry in your business but I am sick and tired of you guys fighting in front of the children. You guys fight over the smallest damn things. Now, I am surprised you two lasted this long being married to each other. I swear when you two get angry, you guys try to kill each other. Adriana, why is your face look swollen? And Jonathan, why is your lip busted?"
"Me and Adriana started hitting each other again," Jon murmured.
"The both of you, look at me."
Adriana and Jonathan looked at their mother.
"I am not going to give you two a lecture. You already know how I feel about everything. All I am going to say it this: if you two cannot get along, then you two need some time apart from each other. I know you two have been getting help but it seems like you two have been slipping back into your old habits. You guys have four children together. You guys need to stop fighting in front of them. Or I am going to come back and put my foot both of you guys' asses."
Jon laid on the couch. Keeping the lamp on, he wrote in his journal:
"Dear Diary,
I fucked up. I argued with Adriana again and I put my hands on her. Aiden walked him and saw us. Ugh, this is not going to happen again. It is not going to happen again. Sometimes me and Adriana are able to talk to each other like we have sense, the next minute we are arguing. It's extremely tiring.
I was supposed to take my medicine today. I honestly don't remember if I took it or not. I think I was about to after breakfast but then the argument today distracted me. This beer I have is helping. It's my second one. But I don't see myself stopping right now. I need more to drown out my anger.
That is all I have to say."
Jon grabbed his beer off of the coffee table and downed it. He crushed the can and got up to get more. Jon grabbed three more beers from the fridge and went back to the couch. He set the cans down on the table and opened one. He downed that one like it was water.
It was past one in the morning and here Jon was drinking his problems away.
Like that was going to help any.
He opened another can of beer and chugged it down. Jon's head started to spin.
"Shit," he said.
He picked up his phone and dialed Mrs. Germanotta.
She was thinking of Jon and Adriana. She was so worried she couldn't sleep. When she head her phone ring, she was startled. Seeing that it was Jon, she scrambled out of bed and quietly left her room to answer the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey Mom. I need to talk to you," Jon said.
For some reason, she was glad he was up.
"Hey. Is everything okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
There was silence for a few minutes. Mrs. Germanotta then heard Jon crying.
"Jonathan, please talk to me," Mrs. Germanotta said. She was trying her hardest to fight back tears.
"I fucked up..."
"What's going on?"
"I'm tired. So fucking tired."
"Jonathan, don't you do anything to yourself!"
"I can't take this anymore Mama," Jon said.
"Do you have your drawing pad near you?"
"Yes."
"I want you to open it up."
"It's already open."
"Is it on a blank page?"
"No. It's on my drawing I did."
"What did you draw?"
"Me laying on the floor with a bunch of beer cans around me."
"Please stop drinking. Have you taken your medicine today?"
"Me arguing with Adriana got me sidetracked so I didn't take my medication today. I have a headache."
"Close your drawing pad and lay back down."
Jon did as his mother said and laid back down on the couch.
"Jon, I'm going to check you after work."
"You don't have to."
"I am. Are you situated now?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Now try to get some sleep. I love you, Jonathan. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mama. Goodnight."
"Goodnight baby."
Mrs. Germanotta reluctantly hung up the phone. She sat down on her own couch and started to cry.
Author's Note: Aww.