Page 59 of Make Her Bleed
I'm ready to beat her into the wall if she keeps pissing me off.
"You didn't do that for me. You don't give a damn about me, Kai. You do it for my son." Instead of snapping, she just frowns at me, like she can't stand that I don't give a fuck about her.
Strange.
"And look at what you have your kids living in. There's no excuse for this filth." This place is absolutely disgusting. The only upside is at least she doesn't have drugs laid out on the table. Not that there's any room for it.
Delaney doesn't respond, only rolls her eyes.
I walk off to the kitchen, and it's even worse. Dishes piled high, molding food on the stove, and trash littering the floor.
This is the last fucking straw. I've given Delaney too many fucking chances to correct her behavior and to deal with her life, but it seems I have to be the bad guy here as well as everywhere else.
The trash is full so I tie the bag and set it off to the side before putting a fresh bag in the can.
At least the dishes, with the exception of pots and pans, are in the sink. It's easy to just sweep all the trash off the counters into the trash can.
"What are you doing? I'm going to get to that, Kai." Delaney stumbles in.
"Your house is a fucking pigsty. My son shouldn't have to be living in this, and neither should your other kids. I'm done babying you, Del." I tie off another trash bag and set it to the side before grabbing a new one. "I send you enough money every month to pay your bills. I send you enough that you don't need to work and everything is taken care of, but you don't even get up off your ass long enough to take out the trash, do the dishes, or the fucking laundry," I growl.
I hate that she has become everything I hate in people. Selfish, depleted, addicted.
"I was planning to do it today." She brushes it off, but I'm not having it.
Not today.
"Bullshit. Don't lie to me, Del. I give you a lot of leeway where Child Services wouldn't but I'm done. You either get this house sparkling clean by the time I surprise you with another visit or I'm takingallof your kids from you. There goes your welfare check, and I won't be sending you that money anymore. Period. Get the picture?"
I'm beyond pissed. I may not have had the perfect childhood but at least I didn't live in this filth, and I ate three times a day. This is inexcusable.
"Don't you fucking threaten—"
I don't give her the chance to finish. I grab her by the throat and slam her into the wall. Her eyes bug out as her nails dig into my wrist, trying like hell to pull my life-threatening grip away from her throat. Her face reddens, and I know she's a moment from passing out before I loosen my grip enough for her to get some air.
She rasps and coughs, positively green in the face.
"Oh, so you actually do have some will to live? I thought you lost all that years ago."
"Fuck you!" She wheezes as she digs her nails in my skin, but it doesn't sting. I've tortured myself enough over the years. Nothing hurts anymore.
"Been there, done that, bought the book. It was rather boring, and until a second ago, it lacked all signs of life. All I have to do is squeeze for a minute and you'll be dead. Your children will be motherless, which would be about the same as what you are to them now—a shell of drugs and despair. You have two choices. You get your shit together, stop pumping these drugs up your veins and screwing your dealers, and take care of your fucking kids. The other choice is I squeeze the life out of you right now, and you can be reunited with your sister." I expect an automatic answer, but Delaney scowls at me, struggling to breathe. "You have five seconds before I choose for you," I growl in warning.
"Fine!" She groans, her face twisting in agony, but I don't let her go. She needs to say it. "I'll get clean! Let me go, you psycho!"
I drop her and she falls in a heap on the floor, gasping and clutching her throat. Delaney shoots daggers at me with her watery, glassy eyes as she struggles to push herself up.
"You're an asshole," she sneers.
"You haven't seen the asshole yet. You'll really be scared if you do."
She grumbles a slew of curses under her breath as she stands to her feet. "Get out, Kai."
"Not before you hand them over," I say as I extend my hand, waiting with my palm open up.
"Hand what over?" She groans.
"The drugs. Either you hand them over or I'll search the house for them," I warn her while scowling.
