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Authors: Michelle Betham
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huh?’
‘What the hell was that with Mack tonight?’
His face darkens again, and I reach behind me, my fingers gripping the edge of the countertop. ‘What do you care?’
‘I care about you , Zeb. Or is that not allowed either?’
He pushes both hands through his hair and walks towards me again, and again I feel my stomach react, my heart pounding away behind my ribs. ‘Do you still want him, Izzi?’
‘Jesus Christ, Zeb, just go to bed and sleep this shitty mood of yours off, OK?’
‘You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember? How many times I gotta repeat myself, darlin’, ‘cause I ain’t a fan of that, I gotta tell you.’
‘Whatever I say you’re not going to believe me anyway, are you? Not when you’re like this. You want to act like some adolescent schoolboy? I’ll treat you like one…’
His hand cups my cheek, and he cocks his head as he stares at me. ‘He still wants you , princess. Oh, he stood there and he told me he don’t want you no more but I can tell the son-of-a-bitch was lying. To my fucking face. He still wants you . And I think you still want him…’
I push his hand off me and walk away, and he doesn’t follow. But he doesn’t leave it alone, either.
‘I don’t think you ever stopped wanting him, Izzi. I don’t think that happened, I…’
I swing around and stare at him, yeah, I’m angry. I’m fucking angry now. Why? Because my drunk, jackass of a husband has hit a nerve? ‘You know nothing, Zeb. So just leave this, OK? You’re drunk. You’ve had a bad night. You’ve got something on your mind you obviously don’t want to talk about…’
He’s on me in a second, his hand on my neck as he pushes me back against the table. ‘Damn right I got something on my mind. You don’t know the fucking half of it, darlin’.’
‘Then tell me.’
‘Ain’t got nothing to do with you.’
‘I’m just something you use to take your frustration out on, huh? I don’t need to know why, I don’t have that right. Is that how this works?’
‘You might wanna learn when to keep that smart mouth shut, Izzi.’
‘I’m not your fucking punchbag, Zeb. Go find someone else to take your shit out on.’
His mouth crashes down onto mine but I push him off, I don’t want this. I don’t want him , like this.
‘You’re my wife, Izzi. I don’t need no-one else.’
‘But you think I do?’
‘I think you should learn when to leave shit alone.’
‘Oh, OK. I get it. You’re still pissed at me because I broke up your playground fight with Mack, huh? Is that it?’
‘Don’t fucking push me, Izzi. Don’t do that, baby.’
‘Don’t threaten me, Zeb, because I don’t listen to that kind of crap.’
‘Maybe you should. Maybe then you’d start learning how to be a proper old lady.’
‘You think an old lady’s role is to be beat on and talked down to like some low-life piece of shit? Even you know that isn’t true, Zeb. You know that.’
‘And how much support you shown me tonight, huh? How much, Izzi? Nothing. You don’t even show up for five fucking minutes. What you do instead, darlin’? Drink my bourbon, open your legs and bring yourself off while you think about Mack Slayer? That what you do, instead of being with me?’
‘You didn’t want me tonight, Zeb.’
‘Don’t tell me what the fuck I want , Izzi.’
‘And don’t assume you think you know what’s going on in my head, are we even yet?’
‘You’re fucking pushing me so hard here, princess…’
I look up into his dark eyes, and they’re still blazing, there’s an anger behind them that’s still waiting to rise to the surface, but I’m not scared. Something’s made him this way, because I know this isn’t him. This isn’t how he is with me, and I wish he’d stop talking about Mack, stop mentioning his name because I don’t think that’s it. I don’t think him bringing up what he thinks me and Mack still feel for each other is the problem here. There’s something
‘What the hell was that with Mack tonight?’
His face darkens again, and I reach behind me, my fingers gripping the edge of the countertop. ‘What do you care?’
‘I care about you , Zeb. Or is that not allowed either?’
He pushes both hands through his hair and walks towards me again, and again I feel my stomach react, my heart pounding away behind my ribs. ‘Do you still want him, Izzi?’
‘Jesus Christ, Zeb, just go to bed and sleep this shitty mood of yours off, OK?’
‘You don’t get to tell me what to do, remember? How many times I gotta repeat myself, darlin’, ‘cause I ain’t a fan of that, I gotta tell you.’
‘Whatever I say you’re not going to believe me anyway, are you? Not when you’re like this. You want to act like some adolescent schoolboy? I’ll treat you like one…’
His hand cups my cheek, and he cocks his head as he stares at me. ‘He still wants you , princess. Oh, he stood there and he told me he don’t want you no more but I can tell the son-of-a-bitch was lying. To my fucking face. He still wants you . And I think you still want him…’
I push his hand off me and walk away, and he doesn’t follow. But he doesn’t leave it alone, either.
‘I don’t think you ever stopped wanting him, Izzi. I don’t think that happened, I…’
I swing around and stare at him, yeah, I’m angry. I’m fucking angry now. Why? Because my drunk, jackass of a husband has hit a nerve? ‘You know nothing, Zeb. So just leave this, OK? You’re drunk. You’ve had a bad night. You’ve got something on your mind you obviously don’t want to talk about…’
He’s on me in a second, his hand on my neck as he pushes me back against the table. ‘Damn right I got something on my mind. You don’t know the fucking half of it, darlin’.’
‘Then tell me.’
‘Ain’t got nothing to do with you.’
‘I’m just something you use to take your frustration out on, huh? I don’t need to know why, I don’t have that right. Is that how this works?’
‘You might wanna learn when to keep that smart mouth shut, Izzi.’
‘I’m not your fucking punchbag, Zeb. Go find someone else to take your shit out on.’
His mouth crashes down onto mine but I push him off, I don’t want this. I don’t want him , like this.
‘You’re my wife, Izzi. I don’t need no-one else.’
‘But you think I do?’
‘I think you should learn when to leave shit alone.’
‘Oh, OK. I get it. You’re still pissed at me because I broke up your playground fight with Mack, huh? Is that it?’
‘Don’t fucking push me, Izzi. Don’t do that, baby.’
‘Don’t threaten me, Zeb, because I don’t listen to that kind of crap.’
‘Maybe you should. Maybe then you’d start learning how to be a proper old lady.’
‘You think an old lady’s role is to be beat on and talked down to like some low-life piece of shit? Even you know that isn’t true, Zeb. You know that.’
‘And how much support you shown me tonight, huh? How much, Izzi? Nothing. You don’t even show up for five fucking minutes. What you do instead, darlin’? Drink my bourbon, open your legs and bring yourself off while you think about Mack Slayer? That what you do, instead of being with me?’
‘You didn’t want me tonight, Zeb.’
‘Don’t tell me what the fuck I want , Izzi.’
‘And don’t assume you think you know what’s going on in my head, are we even yet?’
‘You’re fucking pushing me so hard here, princess…’
I look up into his dark eyes, and they’re still blazing, there’s an anger behind them that’s still waiting to rise to the surface, but I’m not scared. Something’s made him this way, because I know this isn’t him. This isn’t how he is with me, and I wish he’d stop talking about Mack, stop mentioning his name because I don’t think that’s it. I don’t think him bringing up what he thinks me and Mack still feel for each other is the problem here. There’s something
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