place. I felt my insides turn to rock. The last thing I wanted was to give Brady a full on demonstration of how dysfunctional my life really was.
Apparently, Austin was in agreement with me for once. Clearly not wanting his new BFF to see what I lovingly referred to as Dark Austin, he pulled me in for a pseudo-affectionate hug and hissed in my ear, “We need to talk.”
With a smile stretched across my gritted teach I replied, “I’m glad you stopped by. One of the vents in my bathroom fell out of the ceiling and I need you to fix it.”
Austin stretched out his arms as if he lived for this shit. “Excuse us, Jack. I’ll be right back. Unless of course she has a jar of K.Y. Jelly back there she needs me to open for her.” He winked at Brady like it was an inside joke only guys would get.
“That shit comes in a tube, jackass. Now come and fix my vent before you hurt yourself trying to be funny again.”
I led the way to my room, but not before catching a glimpse of Austin gesturing how nuts I was to Brady. Asshole.
Things didn’t get any cozier once we were behind closed doors.
“You want to tell me what the hell is going on with you and this guy? Why is he staying under the same roof as my daughter?”
“Because we invited him. This is our house. We can do that if we want.” I had walked further into the room and placed myself on the opposite side of the bed. Experience had taught me that distance was always favorable. Not that Austin had ever hit me, but he certainly seemed to enjoy towering over me while completely invading my personal space. To him it was all about intimidation and he was prepared to achieve it by any means necessary.
“You like him, don’t you? You’re so fucking stupid.” The first verbal punch to the gut was always the hardest. The follow up round wasn’t much easier. “There is no way he’d ever go for a dumb bitch like you, with your used up tits and nasty ass stretch marks. I mean, I’d still do you, but that’s more out of obligation. Jack Cole has access to top of the line pussy. He doesn’t need to bother with yours.”
I took a deep breath in and then blew it out along with every insult I wanted to fling at him. Engaging would only make things drag on. I needed him gone. If that meant taking a hike through one of his verbal minefields, so be it. Wouldn’t be my first.
“Why don’t you just tell me what you want, Austin.”
His eyes drilled into mine, searching for any signs of surrender, or at least an indication that I had been severely wounded. I gave him nothing. Sure, on the inside I was sobbing like a two year old, but on the outside I was stone cold.
Having already gotten bored with of the verbal abuse, he moved on to his next tactic. Extortion. I was powerless to it and he knew.
“I came by to get the payment for the truck.”
“What are you talking about? That’s not due for another two weeks.” I watched him closely trying to see if this was motivated purely by the sight of Jack Cole or if he had really come out here in need of money. If he had, it definitely wasn’t to make the payment.
“Look Em, I don’t have time to explain to you how bill paying works. All you need to know is that those of us who have good credit know what we’re doing. Those who do not, shouldn’t be questioning it.”
“You asshole. The only reason you ever had good credit is because you spent your early twenties living on a Visa card mommy and daddy paid off for you monthly while I was busy paying cash for everything. I didn’t have bad
Apparently, Austin was in agreement with me for once. Clearly not wanting his new BFF to see what I lovingly referred to as Dark Austin, he pulled me in for a pseudo-affectionate hug and hissed in my ear, “We need to talk.”
With a smile stretched across my gritted teach I replied, “I’m glad you stopped by. One of the vents in my bathroom fell out of the ceiling and I need you to fix it.”
Austin stretched out his arms as if he lived for this shit. “Excuse us, Jack. I’ll be right back. Unless of course she has a jar of K.Y. Jelly back there she needs me to open for her.” He winked at Brady like it was an inside joke only guys would get.
“That shit comes in a tube, jackass. Now come and fix my vent before you hurt yourself trying to be funny again.”
I led the way to my room, but not before catching a glimpse of Austin gesturing how nuts I was to Brady. Asshole.
Things didn’t get any cozier once we were behind closed doors.
“You want to tell me what the hell is going on with you and this guy? Why is he staying under the same roof as my daughter?”
“Because we invited him. This is our house. We can do that if we want.” I had walked further into the room and placed myself on the opposite side of the bed. Experience had taught me that distance was always favorable. Not that Austin had ever hit me, but he certainly seemed to enjoy towering over me while completely invading my personal space. To him it was all about intimidation and he was prepared to achieve it by any means necessary.
“You like him, don’t you? You’re so fucking stupid.” The first verbal punch to the gut was always the hardest. The follow up round wasn’t much easier. “There is no way he’d ever go for a dumb bitch like you, with your used up tits and nasty ass stretch marks. I mean, I’d still do you, but that’s more out of obligation. Jack Cole has access to top of the line pussy. He doesn’t need to bother with yours.”
I took a deep breath in and then blew it out along with every insult I wanted to fling at him. Engaging would only make things drag on. I needed him gone. If that meant taking a hike through one of his verbal minefields, so be it. Wouldn’t be my first.
“Why don’t you just tell me what you want, Austin.”
His eyes drilled into mine, searching for any signs of surrender, or at least an indication that I had been severely wounded. I gave him nothing. Sure, on the inside I was sobbing like a two year old, but on the outside I was stone cold.
Having already gotten bored with of the verbal abuse, he moved on to his next tactic. Extortion. I was powerless to it and he knew.
“I came by to get the payment for the truck.”
“What are you talking about? That’s not due for another two weeks.” I watched him closely trying to see if this was motivated purely by the sight of Jack Cole or if he had really come out here in need of money. If he had, it definitely wasn’t to make the payment.
“Look Em, I don’t have time to explain to you how bill paying works. All you need to know is that those of us who have good credit know what we’re doing. Those who do not, shouldn’t be questioning it.”
“You asshole. The only reason you ever had good credit is because you spent your early twenties living on a Visa card mommy and daddy paid off for you monthly while I was busy paying cash for everything. I didn’t have bad
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