The Bitch and a half
By
Soul71
Thanks to Killerarmyguy and Linnear for the edits.
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Elijah Wilkins sat in his living in the home he has shared with the cunt of a wife for the past twelve years. Five years ago, he had learned the two daughters that he thought were his weren't. You ask why he was still there, watching the ball game on the TV in the living room, if he knew his so-called wife was nothing more than a cheating slut and not off fucking woman after woman that he could talk into his bed. Simple. The man, his wife, was fucking is their district's State Congressman, and he used his power to keep him shackled to the slut. Elijah didn't give a shit about what pull the man had; he would have divorced her ass right then and there. However, upon visiting a divorce lawyer, he was not pleased with what the woman had told him. He sure as hell wasn't about to give the bitch half of his money, the house he could care less about since he made far more than she ever did. He knew he could always buy a new one, nor was he going to be stuck paying child support for her two brats.
"Hey!" An annoying gnat buzzed in his ear as he watched the Quarterback for the Ravens toss the ball down the field. "I'm talking to you!" Over the years, Elijah has developed the habit of tuning her out as much as he could. That was until she moved in front of the TV, blocking his view. Which, as you might expect, rightly pissed him off.
"I don't give a shit what you have to say; now move that huge ass of yours out of my way," Elijah said in a cold, dispassionate voice.
"And here I was thinking I'd give you some of this later..." She was not expecting the retching motion Elijah did at the thought of having sex with her.
"Could you please not say such disgusting things?!" Elijah stated. "I wouldn't touch that worn-out thing you call a pussy even if it pissed out gold. I would have thought that after five years of not fucking your ass, you would get the damn hint!" he hissed. "Now, what the fuck do you want so I can go back to enjoying my game." A wicked smile formed on his face at how red her face had become it was priceless.
"If you were half the man..."
"It doesn't take much of a man to get a slut into his bed," Elijah stated with a snort and a wave. "Now, if that's all you got, I suggest you get the fuck out of my way because I seriously don't give a shit about what you have to say."
"Well, I'm going out; a man, a real man, is going to fuck me..."
"Yeah, see, that's all it is, fucking, nothing more, nothing less, now I won't ask again before I toss your ass out of the room," Elijah said, cutting her off once again.
"Just for that, it will be another year before I offer you sex!" Her stomps towards the door was loud as she went to get her nightly fucking.
"Yeah, see, that suits me just fine, Stella; your friends are more than eager to take me to their beds regularly. Have to say if your friends think so little of you, makes you wonder if they were really your friends at all! And I'm not your damn babysitter. I'm not watching after your damn little brats!" Elijah spat, only to have the front door slam. A scowl formed on his lips as the beer can moved away from his lips when the Buccaneers intercepted the ball and made a fifty-yard gain on the move. He hated the Buccaneers with a passion, and showing up his team wasn't helping his mood any. "What do you want?" he asked Stella's two daughters stood on his right. He had nothing against children per se; if he had his own, he knew he would have been a good father. However, the girls had taken up Stella's attitude, and he wasn't a fan of it. He wondered how the boys they would date later in life would put up with the snide attitudes they had.
"We're hungry!" the oldest huffed, taking up the stance that she had seen her mother do countless times with the man before her.
"So?" Elijah responded, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"You're supposed to feed us?!" chirped the youngest daughter.
"No, I'm not. I'm not your father, as you've pointed out numerous times. So why are you badgering me about it?" Elijah asked, finally looking over the two of them. "If you're hungry, you should have told your mother before she high-tailed it out of here or call your father. It's his duty to take care of his kids, not mine," he uttered, hoping they would just to ruin Stella's night. It would be the highlight of his night. He heard them scampering off to who knows where as he went back to his ball game. It was ten minutes later that, just as he sat back down, he screamed at the Ravens' when the pass had gotten intercepted at the five-minute mark of the fourth quarter. He continued to ignore them only to watch as the eldest one made her 'I'm not amused look' that she had picked up from her mother. "What do you want?" Elijah asked once the game went a commercial.
"Here," the oldest said, holding out a phone to him. Where she got it, he didn't know nor care to know. He reached over and hung up the line when he saw who she had called. It amused him to know it irked the slimy bastard enough to instantly call back, given the caller ID read 'Daddy.' So Elijah just let it ring and ring and ring until the eldest answered the phone for him. His mind flashed back to when she was one, and she would smile like that to him as she was doing on the phone at that moment. "Yes, Daddy," she said in a soft, sweet voice before her light fingers switched the call to the speaker.
"
Listen here, you, you get off your ass and fix my children something to eat. You should be fucking grateful
..." Elijah didn't hear another word since he had just switched off the speaker. He wondered how long it would take the idiot to figure it out.
"Now shut your mouth and listen, little man, I don't give a shit what threats you say; you're a fucking politician that's all you do is make veiled threats and lies. So they mean very little to me; it's not my responsibility to take care of your bastard children," his grin spread ever wider when he heard Stella's 'Hey!' when he put it back on speaker, "that's yours asshole, you are their father. You slept with the slut now, own up to it. Would hate for the world to know what you truly are; I wonder, however, you would climb higher if they did."
"
Go ahead, you have nothing
..." An evil light danced in his eyes when the idiot gave him the go-ahead to ruin the man's life. He didn't think Christmas would come early.
"Copenhagen." Was the only word Elijah needed to say for the man to know he had the dirt on his ass. "You be amazed what a man who has five years of free time can find out."
"
Take me off of speaker
."
"Make it fast, or I'm ending this as fast as a fart in the wind."
"
What do you want
?"
"I want nothing from you," Elijah said, holding back the rest of what he had said. He had no wish for the man to know what was coming for him. He was just waiting for the right time to destroy the man that had destroyed his marriage. He knew the man was looking to run for higher office, and to Elijah's thinking what better way to destroy the man than on the national stage and shatter his dreams all at the same time. Elijah found it rather poetic if you asked him. "You have
nothing
I want."
"
Very well, I'll send Stella home
."
"Do whatever you fucking want. I don't care. Next time hire a fucking babysitter when you want to fuck the slut. I'm not your fucking goddam nanny," Elijah said, hanging up on the ass. He reached down and took the eldest one's hand and placed her phone in it when all they did was just gawk at him. "Now get out," he ordered so he could at least watch the next game in peace, even though his team lost the game. It was forty-five minutes into the game when he heard a car pulling up to his house. He would have gotten up to see who it was, but he had a guess who it was.
"Babies! I'm sorry, I thought he would make you something to eat. I should have realized he can't even do that right," Stella said, taking out her anger at having her night ruined because Elijah was in a bad mood. "Here, take this and go to the table," she spoke, handing her daughters the drink tray and bag. Watching them scurry off to the kitchen with their meal in hand. "Could you not have done a kind thing for them?"
"Why should I? When was the last time they did a kind thing for me? Why should I bend over backwards for a slut and her brats when neither treats me with kindness? So tell me, Stella, when a person has been living in a house who disrespects them every single fucking day of the week, do you really think they would have a kind fucking word to say to you?" Elijah stated, not even bothering to look at her.
"Well, you have to like it if you've put up with it this long..."
"Bitch, please, I haven't divorced your ass because I'm not giving you a damn cent of my money, and why would I move out when I'm the one paying for this house, you three on the other hand, are the freeloaders here, not I," Elijah stated, pointing the remote at the TV and shutting it off. The very air was far too foul for him to stay a moment longer.
"Where are you going? Since you've ruined my night, you'll just have to take his place..."
"Fuck off and die bitch," Elijah said as he walked past her.
"Fine, I'll just call him and invite..." She didn't get the last word out before her husband spun around so fast that Stella took a few steps back at the unbridled hatred in his eyes.
"If you ever think to bring that man here to my fucking house, you two will be nothing more than fucking missing people; feel me?"
"I was just teasing Elijah, honest," Stella said, holding up her hands, thinking she might have pushed a little too hard that evening. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. Sure, she knew what love there was between them was long gone Elijah made sure of that the day he found out the truth. Yet she did still care about him, and with Elijah always angry, she knew that would only lead to an early death. She jumped slightly when Elijah slammed his bedroom door closed. "How about we give him a few days alone, okay?" she stated, smiling at her daughters.
******
The next morning...
Most people would be a little annoyed with waking up early, showering, shaving, and heading off to work on a Monday morning, but not Elijah. Elijah sighed happily as he slid out of his car when he got to work. It was only on the weekdays he was happy since he could limit his exposure to his whore of a wife and her little spawns. You would think this strange, yet it was about the only thing keeping him from ringing the slut's neck. So instead of cutting out at five or six like ninety-nine percent of the other employees did, he stayed until seven or seven-thirty, then would head to a bar and grill, order his dinner, watch a bit of sports, ogle the hot waitresses (he's a horny man, sue him), and not pull into his driveway until nine or ten every weeknight.
"Morning, Mr. Wilkins," the receptionist greeted as he walked through the front doors of their office building.
