Deadbeat Mother

Crazy Night II

**Trigger Warning**

Something still feels wrong, but I can’t quite place my finger on it. I sit on the bed with Neela’s bag next to me. I wonder if I should go through her phone; maybe there are answers in there. One would say I’m being paranoid, but I know something is off.

I go back and forth before finally grabbing her bag and opening it. I fish through the bag until I get her phone. I enter the code, and her phone lights up. I don’t know if I should start with the text messages or the phone calls. I turn the phone over in my hands, trying to figure out which would be best. Before I can decide, her phone vibrates in my hands. Based on the area code, it’s that bastard, Nokio.

I consider answering the call, but I decide not to. I don’t know what he could be calling for at this hour, and I doubt he would be forthcoming if I were to answer. I wait for the ringing to stop, then I wait a bit longer to see if there’s a voicemail. The phone chimes, and I press the button to connect to voicemail.

I swear I’ve listened to the message a million times, getting angrier and angrier each time. I hear the water stop, and I click off the voicemail. I sit on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom door. I turn the phone over again and again in my hands. She tried to play me. This b***h tried to make a fool out of me. I’m not having it! I refuse to let her make me look stupid!

The bathroom door opens, and I slowly look up at Neela. She’s looking at me but doesn’t move past the doorway. I know she can tell I’m mad because the fear becomes evident on her face. “Nokio just called you.”

“D…did he? I wonder what he wanted.” I continue to turn the phone repeatedly in my hands while staring at her. She starts to shift from one foot to another, so I know she’s nervous. Isn’t that the first sign of wrongdoing?

“You know what he wanted,” Neela says nothing. I continue to look at her and start to put the event of the day in order. It hits me like a flash of lightning. That piece of s**t was there today, and Nokio has been blocking me since we’ve been there. He calls and says that she needs to stay another day to do a reshoot. I was there all day, and everything went great. Why would she need to do a reshoot?

This has got to be about that loser. Nokio is trying to help her contact him or stay with him or something. There’s no reshoot! It’s all a plot to get them together. They must think I’m f**king stupid.

I stand up quickly and toss the phone down. I hear a crack, but I don’t really care. I quickly advance toward Neela, watching her eyes grow bigger the closer I get. I wrap her neck with my hand and pull her to the side of the doorway. I slam her against the wall, her hands quickly reaching up to her head. I hold her against the wall, raising her body so only her toes can touch the ground. I apply pressure to her neck, making her claw at my hands. “You lying, treacherous b***h! Do you two think I’m stupid?! Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“Wh….wh…ww..wwww…wha….whattttttt….” Her attempt at talking angers me further. I ball up my fist and swing, hitting her on the side of the face. Neela cries out, tears falling down her face.

“You and that damn bastard, Nokio! You two are trying to play me! Was it you with the plan, or was it him?” Neela doesn’t respond, so I punch her in the face again. My body is tight, and I can feel the blood rushing to my face and head. The anger I feel is beyond words, and I wonder if I’m angry enough to end her. “How much did you pay him, huh? What did you do to get him to agree to help you meet up with him? That’s why he was there, right…..to plan it with Nokio?” One thing about this is that Nokio will pay for interfering with my life. I don’t take kindly to people getting into my business.

Neela continues to cry, and my anger continues to grow. I punch her in the stomach and the tit. I tighten my hand, cutting off her oxygen. Neela has drool falling out of her mouth while trying to get my hand to loosen up. I quickly open my hand, and she drops to the floor. She goes into a coughing fit, spit flying everywhere. Neela is holding her throat and gasping to get air in her lungs. I take the opportunity to kick her in the stomach, causing Neela to grab it. “I don’t like being made a fool of, you know that!” I grab her by the air and toss her toward the bed. She misses and hits her head on the frame.

I hurry to Neela’s side and drop to my knee. I punch her again and again all over her body. “Let’s see if he will want you looking like this, huh? Let’s see if he will want to f**k you then!” I punch her a few more times before grabbing her head and slamming it against the bed frame again.

I stand up and look down at her. She’s moving around and groaning. I’m sure she won’t think of meeting with him now. Who’d want her? The most she had going for her was her face, and now that’s not an option. “You will go nowhere! If you even try, I swear, I will f**king kill you!” I march to the door and pull out my phone. I hit the speed dial, and the phone connects quickly. “Meet me at your place. I need p***y now!” I hang up, leaving no room for conversation. I slam the door behind me and take off with the plan of releasing the rest of this aggression.