"I am the wrong b***h, I'll be nice and give you one more time to hit me. We talk as civil women; or I promise you will regret every putting your hands on me."
She looks at me as if that was a challange.
"Is that so? f**k you, your in my house you cunt."
She swings again; old me has come out to play, and thats dangerous..for her anyway. I block her swing by grabbing her hand and twisted it backwards; hearing the loud snap of her wrist breaking, I forgot how easy it is to break a humans hand. She goes to scream, and I swing back one more time; contacting with her nose splattering blood on the wall. At that moment Dustin comes running in.
"What the f**k is going on in here!!!"
Dustins comes to a complete stop, with a look of horror on his face when he see her bleeding. He comes to me, wiping blood off my lip.
"Princess are you ok?"
" I'm a big girl, but who the f**k is this b***h, I come out of the bathroom and get slapped. You have some f*****g explaining to do, Dustin."
He turns to the woman, anger boiling from his body.
"Jasmine, what the f**k are you doing here? What do you want? I already told you to leave me alone."
"But baby I missed you, I thought I would come say hello. I want us to work things out."
"I already told you we are done. You killed that chance when I found you in bed with another man. Get out of my f*****g house Jasmine."
Tears form in her eyes; and she looks at me, anger quickly drys her tears.
"This is your fault! He doesnt want me anymore because of you! You stupid f*****g w***e!"
She lunges at me again taking me to the floor.
"Biggest mistake you've ever made, I told you talk as a civil woman, or your going to regret it."
She punches me in the jaw, as she lands on top of me. Grabbing her wrist, I push off the floor; spinning around, and smashing her face on the wall next to Dustin.
"Get her the f**k out of here, or I promise she will have permanent damage."
I push Jasmine into Dustins chest, making him groan in pain. I walk to the kitchen; grab the Whiskey, with the stupid birthday bow on it, and the first aide kit. Headed out to the patio, lighting a cigarette. How could I? I know better than that? Why did she get to me so easily?
*Rips bow of whiskey, and throws it on the table.*
I spit out blood, taking a big swig of whiskey. Dustin walks out; grabs the whiskey, and sits down in front of me.
Theres a sadness in his eyes, I've never seen before. He opens the first aid kit to tend to my lip.
"I'm sorry cupcake..."
" You might not have anything to apologize for, if you explain..."
" Her name is Jasmine, she is the reason for Relations, not Relationships rule. About 4 months ago she was my fiance, she was my bride to be. I have a past I'm not proud of; I used do work, that made me be gone for days up to a week at a time. I came back from a job, late one night; a couple days early, and found her in bed with my partner."
I swig on the whiskey listening; learning, we have never really talked about our past. "Work" and "Job"...sounds way to fimiliar. I pass the whiskey; he grins and takes a chug.
" I don't know why she was here; since we met, she has been wanting me to give her another chance. I have told her repeatedly we are through; I really am sorry sweetness, I should have told you about her. But I never thought that....that thats how you two would meet."
He passes me the whiskey- taking a big chug; I sigh.
"See theres nothing to be sorry for. You can't control other peoples actions. We were just having a good time, enjoying a friends company. You have nothing to be sorry for Ocean Eyes. But I do have a question? It might seem weird, and completely off topic."
"Anything Princess, from now on I'm an open book."
"By work, and jobs that took you away for a week or so at a time....what kind of work?"
Dustin tenses up. A darkness comes over his eyes; chugging the whiskey once more, he takes a deep breath.
"Lets just say I used to interrogate bad people; to get information, for more bad people. Its in my past and I am retired from that work. I don't let people know about it, Jasmine never even knew what I was doing. She thought I was a Finical Assistant for Businesses; and thats why I traveled."
He looks at me; pleading with his eyes for a response. Its written all over his face; he is surprised and confused. I am not surprised, nor am I judging him. He's taken back by the fact that; it sounds normal to me.
"Oh Ocean Eyes, I can relate more than you know."
"What do you mean? How did you kick her ass so easily?"