September 11, 2008
The Day I Beat Up My Fathers Girlfriend II
*read part 1 in previous post*
As the elevator doors shut, I could feel my temperature rising. I was aware of every breath I took. Short and sharp. My heart thudded in my ears. I looked down at my hands, my nails long and jagged. Good I thought. With me playing Sherlock Holmes the past few weeks I had no time to go get a manicure.
The sound of the elevator door opening bought me back to reality. I stood in front of apartment twenty three. The door leading to my hell. I rang the door bell. I could hear noise from the other side, but no one answered. So i rang it again and again.
Maybe the guard was mistaken maybe this isn't the apartment. I searched through my phone book for the number i took from my fathers phone and called. The nokia tune rang loud on the other side of the door.
That's it. That bitch is gonna get it.
I started banging on the door and she finally answered.
Wearing the ugliest pair of pants I have ever seen.
Are you mervat i asked?
Yes who are you
Your worst freaking nightmare bitch!
I don't know what over came me, my hatred for her, or my hatred for my father.
But you must know this. I beat the living shit out of her!
I kicked and I clawed and pulled.
I turned her eyes blue, her nose red.
I was acting like a lunatic, like everything my mama taught me not to be, and it felt damn good!
The bitch threatened to go to the police, as I stood over her my energy spent. I looked down at her and so defiantly said. Go to the police, I want you to go to the police! Hell ill even drive you there myself!
I left the apartment and by the time I got home.
My dad knew what i had done.
* *do you guys want to know how her father reacted? or is the exciting part over?