“Brian, stop this! I won’t stand for this much more oh!”
He paid her no heed and sneered as he pushed her back once more, causing her to back into the wall so she could no more retreat any further.
Brian was a nasty drunk – but that was only part of the problem that evening.
Ewurafua had disposed of every single bottle of alcohol in the house and he was pissed that he’d started his binge after work only to come to a house devoid of his ‘nightcap’ before bed. If he was to be honest to himself though, he would have admitted that his anger that particular night stemmed from some difficulties at work – talk about bringing your work home!
She tried to back out of his reach in a dash to the side but he’d predicted her next move and in a flash was there.
“I bet you think you’re better than me now eh?’ He slurred his words only slightly but the added wicked glint in his eyes caused her heart to sink. He wasn’t drunk enough to fall asleep any moment. He would come after her soon.
She tried to duck under the arm he placed in her way to the right but he moved to block her escape.
“Herh! Where do you think you’re going?”
“But Brian you’re-”
The hot slap that landed was a shock, and then again not so much of one. This was usually how it began. Read More MMA at Home!