Page 85 of Jerk
“This is what you wanted, Hannah.” My stomach twists as Rye eyes me from head to toe with disgust, his mouth twisting. “You fucking win.”
Slam!
Fuckthe girl who wants a happy ending.
Or kisses in the rain.
Or roses and whispered apologies.
What about the girl who wants to walk into her home without flinching?
Crash!
I’m greeted by that familiar sound when I return to our mansion, and I know what that means.
What about the girl who wants a life without men trying to ruin it?
“Elena, look at what you’re making me do!” Another loud crash and a scream from my mom bellows down the hall, my chest so tight it might snap.
Ember calmed me down as much as she could. The minute I climbed into the car, I exploded. My hands slapped against Mac’s dash, Rye’s voice echoing in my head with his release still between my legs.
“You fucking win.”
It doesn’t feel like it.
My back hits our front door when I close it behind me, my hair covering my face when I let my head hang.
There was something different this time when our bodies collided. I wanted to use him. I wanted him to know it. So why don’t I feel as triumphant as I thought I would?
“You did this to us!” my father yells. “You did this!”
SMASH!
“Carlos!”
My hands turn to fists, my heels clicking towards the sounds of chaos.
They're the reason I'm so fucked up. They're the reason I messed everything up.
When I get to their bedroom, it’s carnage as usual. Designer clothes ripped out of their closet, crystal and glass littering the floor. My eyes narrow as my father dangles my mom off the ground, both hands around her neck.
My mother chokes, gurgling as she fights for air.
I'm so fucking sick of this.
Moving to their fireplace, I grab the poker as I storm towards my father. As I get closer, my pace slows, my palm sweaty.
“Father,” I call, letting him know I’m here. He doesn’t care. He’s too focused on my mother's pale face. “Let her go.”
He glances back with a smirk. “Oh, look, it’s the whore of a daughteryouraised.” I can tell he squeezes harder with my presence, my mom’s body going limp.
The room becomes smaller. Redder.
“It sure is.” Those are my last words before I push the poker right through his leg.
My mom drops to the floor, my father’s body freezing. So does mine.
He turns towards me, my eyes dropping to his leg and hell, I really got him.
