The Daughter In Law(5)

By: Jordan Silver

"You asshole jerk, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I hate you and I hate your stupid mother."

I was mad enough to spit nails.

"For the love of fuck Vanessa, do you know what I do for a living? Do you have any idea of the stress I'm under? I spend my days thinking up ways and maneuvers to keep people alive. You and the other three hundred million or so that are here in this country. Do you think I have time to deal with your petty squabbles?"

"They're not petty..."

"Yes they are, you're both adults, you should be able to settle your differences. Instead there's always some fuckery going on with you two here lately and I’m sick of it."

"She makes my life a living hell."

"I seriously doubt that."

"See you're always sticking up for her."

"VANESSA, for fuck's sake I'm not choosing sides. Listen, when mom's wrong I tell her just as I tell you when you're wrong. Your problem is that you want me to choose sides and there are no sides. You're my wife she's my mom. I love you both, but I can't spend my life refereeing between you two, I'm not gonna do it."

I stormed around the room opening and closing drawers as I gathered my shit to get the hell outta dodge. He doesn't get it he'll never get it.

I felt arms go around me and pull me back towards the bed where he dropped us both. Then I felt his body shaking. "Are you laughing at me?"

"You're just so fucking hot when you're mad baby. Hot and adorably cute."

"Don't touch me, I don't wanna be touched by you right now." I couldn't hold the tears at bay this time. I'd lost she'd won; and it hurt so bad. I didn't just cry either; these were loud, wracking, chest concaving bawls. That's all the shit I'd been holding in for over a year now.

"Hey what're you doing? Vanessa look at me."

I tried hiding my face in his chest when he rolled me over in his arms.

"Baby...what...please don't cry baby please." He hugged me tight enough to crack ribs as he apologized. I wonder what he was apologizing for since he didn't see anything wrong with anything. "Come on baby is it really that bad?"

I didn't answer any of his questions, just purged myself through tears as he tried his best to soothe me. When my crying jag was over the room was deathly quiet. I wasn't talking; he wasn't talking.

"Tell me everything."

Chapter 4

"No, I'm through. You have no idea what it means to be a husband. You just showed up for the party and to stick a ring on my finger that says you own me so that no one else can have me. After that you buried your head in the sand and went about life as usual. You have no idea what it's been like. My parents treat you like a prince while your mom treats me like shit. You moved me half way around the country. No friends no family and no support system..."

"I'm your support system Nessa."

"No, no you're not, you're a great provider and you're very attentive and loving but when it comes to your family you have blinders on. You refuse to see the truth, do you know how it makes me feel when they do some shit to me and then I see you smiling and laughing with them like it's A ok? And then your pig face troglodyte of a mother and your community pussy slag of a sister give me their secret smirks behind your back like they've won. Which they always do because you're an asshole jerk who has his head too far up his mother's vag to grab a clue." He didn't say anything but he stopped breathing for a good ten seconds. Whatever I was over his shit.

"Anything else?" Oh he wants to be condescending? Well fuck him.

"Yes why don't you move back in with mommy since you can't seem to get off her tit?"

"You're trying to piss me off aren't you? Well it won't work because if I put hands on you right now they'll be cops at my fucking door."

"You don't scare me."

I tried pulling away but he wouldn't let go. "Let go Damien I wanna get up." He held on a little longer but when I kept my body stiff as a board he relented and let me up. I headed for the walk in closet and dragged out my luggage. He watched as I pulled clothes off of hangars and out of drawers, throwing them haphazardly into suitcases. The tears were really flowing now, emptying my heart as they fell. I zipped up the last bag and scrounged around under the bed for my flip-flops. I made it as far as the door before I was tackled.

"Not gonna happen. I might not understand all the dynamics of what's going on with you and my mom but I do know one thing. You belong to me, nothing and no one is ever gonna change that."

We had a Mexican standoff after that. He wouldn't let me leave and I was intent on staying only on my terms. Of course I forgot that outside of the whole monster in flaw thing he was a kick ass no nonsense type who wouldn't think twice about taking me over his knee.

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