Did he hate her? He wasn’t sure. He sometimes imagined pushing her. Thinking about it made him smile. Her facial expressions often annoyed him. Everyone said that she was pretty. That made him angry. Why did they think that their opinion mattered? It didn’t matter and she didn’t need to hear it. All she needed was him. He was good enough for her. She shouldn’t listen to big mouthed no bodies.
They had been very happy with a great plan for their lives together. They would be married, have some kids and head to the beach in summer. All they needed was each other. They had agreed and were both happy about it. But then she started thinking about studying and a career. That was because of her dad. That guy thinks he knows everything. Thinking about the smug bastard made him pinch his lips together in disgust. His nose creased as if he caught a bad scent. He clenched his fist and began to imagine slamming him in the face, breaking his posh reading glasses and making him bleed.
He thought about how perfect daddy thought his pretty girl was. He began to squeeze his eyes shut as he started thinking about how he would put them all straight. Show her how much she needed him. Show him that his daughter wasn’t Miss Perfect Purity. Show everyone that he was the man.
He’d had many ideas about how to sort this out. Now it was time to do something. He deserved respect and love. She needed to listen to him and no one else. He knew what was right, what was good enough. Nothing else should matter to her. Not more than him.
No comments:
Post a Comment