I glance up at the clock knowing dickhead will be home soon. My blood boils as I remember our morning fight. The only thing you need to know is he is at fault.
I hear the door open. What should I do? Should I be facing him so he sees my seething look right away? Should I give him the cold shoulder? Hmmmmm. I choose the cold shoulder.
"Hi," I hear him tentatively say.
You better tread lightly, dickhead.
"Hi," I coolly respond without turning around. I pick up some grapes in a bowl on the counter to wash in the sink.
"How are you?" he says cautiously, trying to gauge my mood.
"Fine," I reply curtly, still keeping my back to him and turning on the water to drown him out.
I hear footsteps coming towards me.
"How was your day?"
"Fine," I reply with a clipped tone.
"Can you say anything besides 'fine'?" he asks becoming annoyed.
"Nope."
What happens next I swear is an accident.
As I am washing the grapes in the sink, he surprises me by spinning me around by the shoulders. I spray him with the hand-held sprayer. His crisp white shirt is instantly drenched with water dripping down onto his dress pants.
"Fuck! You did that on purpose!" he yells with his blue eyes turning black.
"Nope," I say, biting my lip.
He yanks the sprayer from my hands and sprays my chest with it.
"What the hell?" I yell. "You did that on purpose! Mine was an accident!"
"Nope," he says turning to walk away.
What happens next is NOT an accident.
I grab a handful of grapes and zing them at his smart-assed head.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
"Ow!" he yells, angrily turning around, with grapes bouncing on the floor below him. His eyes dart around scanning the counter and he grabs an orange from the fruit bowl.
"Don't you dare!" I yell, turning to run away. Then, I feel something hard hit me square in my ass. "Oh, shit!"
Followed by another hard hit. "Shit!" I turn my head to see an orange and a grapefruit rolling on the floor and my ass really hurts.
Our eyes lock, shooting daggers at each other, then we break eye contact scanning for our next weapons. The sprayer is dangling in the sink and probably the closest thing to me. I lunge for it and spray him feverishly from head to toe while he pelts me with Hershey Kisses he found scattered on the counter.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Damn, those little fuckers hurt. Dickhead played baseball and has quite the throwing arm.
He raises his arm to shield his face from the water assault and lunges for me. He grabs a wooden spoon and bends me over his arm and paddles my ass - hard!
"Stop!" I shriek, as I lose my grip on the sprayer. He has a death grip on me, paddling me. I continue to squawk, kicking and thrashing about, desperately looking for a method of escape. I spy a metal spatula and grab it swatting at his ass, causing him to loosen his grip enough for me to break free.