“THAT’S NOT FUNNY!” Christy said out loud. I was still seated on the floor with my elbows planted on the carpet. Christy then got up from the couch and threw the blanket that was covering her body to the side. She prances up to me with her fists balled up to her side, then she begins punching my head and slapping it. I had to put my arms over my head in order to stop her repeated blows.
“You stupid boy! You think everything is a joke!” She says as she continued to slam her fists on my head.
She then begins to lightly kick my lower abdomen, when she finished she turned around and walked back to the couch and lays down sideways, then she wrapped her body with the blanket and begins to suck her teeth and mumble loudly to herself. She was mumbling really fast, I couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was saying.
“That’s real mature Christy!” I said to her as my arms were still over my head.
She didn’t respond. She stopped mumbling and pulled the blanket more over her head. I watched her as she laid there. The blows that she gave me really hurt, she has no right to behave like that. After a few minutes, I pushed my elbows on the floor and managed to get up. I then pranced slowly to her, where she was laying down on the couch. I then lifted my right index finger up to her proximity, and bent my upper body lower to her while she laid down on the couch. Her back was turned to me and the blanket was wrapped over her body, I then began to shake my finger towards her.
“You listen here little lady! I am a man okay, AND I DESERVE RESPE—” I begin to say.
Christy immediately throws the blanket on the side and starts to get up. As soon as I see her getting up I begin to run to the far end of the living room. I quickly drop my bottom down and put my arm over my head, then I begin praying to God in my head.
“God please, I know that we don’t really share the best connection but please God, I’m too young to die.” I begin to say in my head.
As soon as Christy sees me crouched in the corner with my arms over my head she erupts in laughter. She grips her stomach and almost doubles over. Then she begins slowly walking towards me while still laughing. I immediately started moving farther back on the wall while placing my arms higher over my head. I was not able to hear her laughter, all I could hear was my heart beating, complete fear was in my eyes.
“I’M SORRY! PLEASE! MAMA! HELP ME!” I began to bellow aloud as my arms were covered over my head.
Christy continued laughing. She was now standing over me. She reached down and grabbed my hands and pulled up.
“Boy I’m not gonna hurt you! You so silly I swear!” She said as she pulled me up.
She wrapped her arms around my waist when I stood up and she looked up at me as she gripped me tight and began to swing her body.
“Why you gotta be so scared all the time?” She asked me.
“Why you gotta be so short all the time?” I replied to her.
She removed her hands from around me and she began to stomp her feet and ball up her first.
“I.AM.NOT.SHORT!” She said out loud.
I could see the smoke coming from her head. Fear shot across my eyes again.
“MAMA!!” I screamed out as I got on my knees and began kissing her legs.
“Ok baby you’re not short, you’re regular height, I swear you is!” I said as I began rubbing her feet.
Christy erupted in laughter again, she almost toppled over and fell on the floor. Once I saw this, I decided to use it to my advantage. The way that she was laughing hysterically was causing her legs to be feeble and it began to wiggle a bit. I then decided to lightly tug at her right foot, she then lost her balance and she gently fell on the carpeted floor next to me.
I quickly crawled to where she was laying down on the floor, I went on top of her and wrapped my hands lightly around her neck and began to squeeze.
“Who’s daddy? Who’s daddy? Tell me who daddy is?” I began to say.
Christy continued to laugh as my hands wrapped around her throat. Her head was on the ground and her hair was spread out. She tried to talk and tell me to stop, but every time that she opened her mouth more laughter would come out instead of words.
After a few seconds of choking her, I loosened my hands off her throat and bit her forearm.
“OUUCH!” She screamed out as she drew her hand back.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?” She said out loud.
She was not laughing anymore. She then got up off the floor, clenched her fists as they were on her side, looked at me as I was still laying down on the floor.
“JASON THAT REALLY HURT, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!!” She said as she began rubbing her forearm.
I then got up off the floor and extended my right forearm towards her.
“Here, just hit me back.” I said.
She then turned around and began stomping towards the kitchen, her fists were still clenched on her sides, I could see the fumes rising from above her head.
“Bae STTOOOPPPP BIIITT..” I began to say.
Christy then grabbed one of the pillows that was on the couch and she threw it at me. She then took another one and threw it at me. I lifted my arms up and managed to deflect it. Christy then began walking towards me as smoke was coming out of her head. I knew what I had to do.
I ran to the kitchen and pulled out a kitchen knife from the drawer, then I ran back to the living room and pointed it towards Christy as she was approaching me.
“I have a right to defend myself!” I said to her.
Her hands were still clenched by her sides as she continued to approach me. I pointed the knife closer to her face, she ignored it and continued to move forward towards me. I couldn’t recognize her as I looked in her eyes. Death was in the air. This is how it must be. In movies they always talk about how when you’re about to die you can feel it. A certain feeling that lingers in the air. A sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. There was still a lot that I had to accomplish. There was still plenty that I didn’t get a chance to do. I wanna go to college, I wanna be famous, I wanna make a lot of money, I wanna buy a big house. Cecilia, she is the one that I would miss the most. I love my little sister, I want to be there for her when she gets married, when she has children, I want to build her a house, I want to select a husband for her. I don’t wanna die… just yet. Death is inevitable. It’s not like I’m scared or anything like that. You live and you die, that’s it. But it’s just the fact that… I’m still so young.
“PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” I said as I dropped down on the floor and started to prostrate to her.
She stopped fuming. All I could see was her feet as I knelt on the ground, my eyes were closed. Christy then turned around and began to walk back towards the couch. After a couple seconds I slowly opened one of my eyelids, then I opened the other one. Christy was no longer standing over me. Now she was seated on the couch. Her legs were crossed as she flipped through the channels. I could not believe it, I WAS STILL ALIVE!
Joy began to fill my heart. I immediately got up from the carpeted floor, brushed my pants off and slowly began to approach my wife. She had no expression on her face as she sat down on the couch and her legs were crossed. I began to approach her closer. As I looked at her eyes, I saw that she was no longer blinking, she was just starring at the TV with a blank expression on her face. I gently sat down next to her on the couch. She didn’t even look at me, I don’t even think she noticed me sitting down.
I turned my head to look at her. “He-hey boo.” I quietly said.
“What you doing honey boo pie butt?” I quietly said again.
Christy just kept looking straight, I don’t even think she heard me calling her. I started waving my hand and snapping my fingers in front of her face to get her attention. No response still, she did not even blink.
“Heelloooo… Christyy!” I said out loud as I continued to wave my hands and snapped my fingers in her face. She continued to look ahead and did not even budge. I then got up from the couch and stood in front of her, blocking her view of the TV, I began jumping and waving my arms to get her attention. She still did not even blink or budge. Okay, now she was starting to piss me off. I quickly pranced in the kitchen, the lights were already on in there. I opened one of the lower cabinets, then I pulled out a spatula, put water on it, then I put it in the freezer for a few minutes, I then took it out and walked out the kitchen and began to approach her.
She was still sitting down on the couch staring blankly at the television. I walked up to her behind the couch, crept low. Then I slowly lifted my head up and started rubbing her face with the cold spatula. Immediately she jumped up from the couch and slapped the spatula.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? YOU WEIRDO, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!” She said as she began to wipe her face, where I touched her with the spatula.
She then turned around halfway and began storming up the stairs. I looked up at her and watched as she climbed up the stairs.
“Wh-wh-where are you going? Come back!” I called out to her as I was crouched behind the couch.