"Ughhhhh" Esme pried her eyes open. Her face imprinted with the design of the couch, she slumped over the side and slowly sat up. Her tummy was queasy, her throat dry, her head aching so bad. God, how...did I get home? Man it had been a fun night, what I can remember of it...fuck. Ok...first things first, I need water. She stood and stumbled towards the kitchen. Her white tank top twisted, her grey cheekies riding up...Wait..Where are my clothes? What did I DO last night?
She could feel Derick's glare as she entered the kitchen, ignoring him, she walked to the fridge. The cold blast of air from inside making her shiver. Grabbing a bottle of water she quickly shut the door and gulped half of it down. The angry clink of Derick's spoon dropping in his cereal bowl caught her attention. Fuck. How mad is he?
Es took another swig of water.
"Fun night, last night?" Derick's voice was cold steel.
"Yeah..." Esie took two Tylenol and drank some water.
"I found you hours ago, front door left wide open, passed out on the floor with your dress bunched up around your waist. I removed your dress and laid you on the couch. How many fucking times do I have to remind you to shut the front door?!"
Why is he so loud? Esie put her head in her hands. "Babe, do you have to speak so loud?? Where is my dress? Fuck, my head hurts."
"Baby, what if someone came in and robbed us? What if someone came in and hurt you while you were passed out on the floor? What if someone took advantage of you?"
"Well...then my strong sexy man would protect me. He wouldn't let anyone hurt me." She said with no shortage of attitude.
"That is NO reason not to..."
"Derick! NOTHING happened!! Fuck. Why is this even a thing. I've always left doors open, I don't mean to. Why are you suddenly being a whiney bitch??"
"What did you say?" Derick's voice sounded dangerous. He stood and walked over to Es. Towering over her, she could almost touch his anger. Well she wasn't going to stand for that.
"I. SAID. WHY. ARE. YOU. BEING. SUCH. A. WHINEY..."
Raising his hand, Derick slapped her across the face with a sharp stinging blow. Esie gasped and cried out, her big blue eyes wide with shock. Derick had never struck her before. God, why is it making me so wet? He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back before grabbing her chin with his other hand.