MIO FIORE

ANNOYING HUSBAND

KRYSTAL'S POV

“I'll go get the cash," I said to him.

My all too understanding cab driver nodded as I struggled to open the damn door. It took me a while to explain I didn't have any cash on me since I was robbed and I would pay him as soon as I reached the destination, he seemed a bit wary at first but seeing what I Looked like probably told him I wasn't lying 

Shit, I don't even have my house keys.

I limped up the stairs, and sure enough, I could hear music from inside. Of course, he was having another party, I wonder where he got the money for the booze and food from. I rattled the door handle realizing it was locked and swore.

For once he actually locked the door, after months of leaving it unlocked, the one day I wanted it to be unlocked it wasn't. I rang the doorbell hoping they could hear it over the loud music. I rang it again looking over my shoulder at the taxi, I hope he didn't think I was going to do a runner.

Well, I wouldn't, I just felt bad making the old man wait while my incompetent husband took his time opening the door.

Speaking of the devil, I looked back as the door flew open and frowned when I saw someone else, "Oh hey babe.”

"Who are you?" I asked, staring at the man that was shorter than me, which I didn't think was possible since I was short myself. Wait why was I asking a question, this was my house and I had more important things, I walked past his drunk self that was leaning on the door towards the spare cabinet near the door.

“Aiden-a-ding your wife is here, and she looks gross."

I opened the drawer the same time the guy from before rammed into it nearly sending the vase on top across the room, thankfully I caught it in time, "Do you mind?"

I grabbed the spare wallet pulling out two notes and nearly winced when I heard him scream,

"Dude I found your wife's hidden stash! Can we order pizza Mrs whoever?"

Ignoring him I rushed back to pay the taxi driver who I had made to wait way too long, "Don't worry about the change, thanks for your help."

He nodded, returning me with a wide smile, "You take care of yourself, young lady.”

I gave him a nod and the last wave as I headed back up the stairs nearly bumping into the same guy. and this time it got on my nerves, "Jesus move."

I tried to sidestep him only for him to block me again and I looked up flustered, "Do you mind?"

“What happened to your head?” Somebody asked.

My head? I reached up to where he was motioning on his own face and the moment I touched my forehead I winced feeling a burn, I pulled back my hands to see blood and swore under my breath.

This time pushing him aside I rushed back inside, I had so much to do.

I was aware of the man following me and I looked over at him, did he have nothing else to do, or was he just that drunk. I grabbed the phone dialing the familiar number we were all told but I had never called and I had to say I was feeling queasy, and I wasn't sure if it was the chocolate, falling over, or the nerves to call the police.

I waited for the voice to ask me which service I wanted, the fire, ambulance, or police, "I would like to speak to the police thank you."

"Aiden your wife is calling the cops!" he screamed. I could punch this guy.

"Can you shut up before I shove," the phone abruptly pulled out of my hand and I spun around irritated and fed up.

"You know if you wanted the party to end you could have just asked -," Aiden said and then paused as his grey eyes narrowed at me, and for once they weren't from anger.

“What happened to your face?" he asked, still holding my phone.

"Now is not the time to mock my beauty, do you mind," I tried reaching for the phone but instead he slammed it back onto the receiver cutting whoever was on the other line, great. Thanks for that, so much help.

I reached for the phone again but he kept his hand on top, "Can you let me call the cops, I'm not reporting your stupid party for god's sake."

“Then?" he asked.

"I need to report a stolen car."

He shrugged for a moment before regarding me again, "Wait, did you get robbed?" I could almost picture his alcohol-filled brain trying to put two and two together and I rolled my eyes, "Well done, do you want a gold star?" I slapped his hand off the phone before dialing the number except he pulled it out of my hands before I could press the ring.

Stop doing that!

“When? Where?" he asked.

"Aiden I need to call the cops," I argued weakly because my head was throbbing and I just wanted my bed.

“You can report the stupid car anyway, good riddance it was ugly." he shuddered, "So old as

well. I am surprised they want that trash.”

I gritted my teeth as he held the phone out of my reach, "I still need to report it, and he has my wallet and purse and my laptop," oh my god, my laptop.

I felt my stomach roll, it had all my designs in it, my projects, all the progress.

“I think she's going to faint." the annoying guy from before muttered behind me but it was barely heard, all the hours spent working. 

Oh god please tell me I remember to save it on my USB.

"No, I know that look," I heard another voice mutter before a strong arm gripped me, not so

gently either, "She's going to throw up."

What was I going to tell my clients, 'sorry, I got robbed and lost all the designs and need more time to work on them? This was going to cause me a loss of clients and my reputation, I needed that laptop back. It was my whole life in there.

I could feel a weird sensation of the burning throat and stinging eyes but no, I was not going to cry, I was going to call the cops, and find the robber and cut him into tiny pieces, but first I was going to throw up.

Wait, when did I get into the bathroom, but before I could think I felt my head being pushed towards the sink and hands clasping around my ears blocking out the sound before everything I ate in the past week came rushing back up.