I kept quiet as the tension in the house swallowed I and Kirsten whole.
Kirsten was mad but I was furious . She had used the toilet and not flushed her poo. I mean how can someone be comfortable with others looking at their poo in the WC and even inhale the horrible odor.
Im at least thankful that she didn seem to had left a blooded pad in there today although theres no guarantee she won do something like that another day.
Thats the height of wickedness and stupidity but the former is her name so she won bulge neither would she feel bad that someone called her wicked. As for the latter, its who she is so it doesn matter.
Id confronted her about it and she had insulted me, that which i don mind, but she went ahead and also insulted my parents which was a great turn off for me.
I had told her to repeat the nonsense she said previously.
”I said ” she started counting her words like a ticking time bomb ready to explode soon. Her eyes sparkled brightly with a glint expressing that she was very much enjoying herself. ”Your shit of a parents ” she continued with an evil smirk on her face which I wished to oh so wipe off her face. ”Can even train their teenage daughter into doing the right thing. ” Shes insinuating that my parents can bring up a child properly. I slapped her without any hesitation. She returned with two slaps of her own. Per usual she don back down.
Before I could regain my stance she threw her fist at my abdomen and I hunched over. I use one of my hands to protect my hair since I knew it was quite vulnerable to her next attack which I already knew due to several scuffle with Kirsten. I used my other hand to hold my stomach as the blow has left quite an impact. Even with the supposed partial protection I offered my hair, Kirsten still saw some strands of my hair which she held in a fist. She kept dragging and raining curses.
I kept quiet and as still as possible because I knew any attempt of me to free my hair from her tight grip will lead to my hair pulling off from their scalp. No matter how I yawned to cry, I always kept it in. The thought of shedding tears before my tormentors is unacceptable. I won cry because of my past mistake. Neither would I cry because the bane of my existence is out to torment me. I certainly won cry because of something as petty as my hair, ok, its not really that petty to me. Since Ive lived through the torture before I can redo it. Even if I ever would shed tears not in front of my tormentors, can give them the impression that the torture is getting through my hide.
Finally, after Kirsten was satisfied with dragging and swearing profanities, she made the mistake of pulling me up so she could look me in the eye, like eyeball to eyeball. This my chance I whispered to myself as I kicked Kirsten in the stomach making her hunch over and hiss in pain.
”You! You!! You miserable… ” She screamed as she tired to stand up straight. I kicked her at the knee making her knee down because I know the cuss word that would accompany the word miserable just as always. She screamed and tried to stand up straight again but I know better than to allow her come wound me again, I kicked her numerous times at her stomach, so much she vomited blood.
I stopped as realization dawned on me and I immediately ran to my room locking the door. I was scared, what if I had damaged something in her stomach or worst still killed her. I could care less if she died but I don think I want that…well not yet.
Remembering how Kirsten and Dylan have wronged me is enough for me to wish them dead but yet here I am afraid that I might have gone too far with the little scuffle I had with Kirsten, I must be sick or something!
Dylan was my boyfriend…yes was…he hasn say anything about breaking up with me but its obvious its over between us, its all a long story to start with.