she's a lady; and ladies shouldn't be messed with ☢
Tyler was up stairs laying in his bed. He didn’t feel like doing anything even though he knew there were tasks that needed to be done. But he didn’t feel like it. The biggest task of the day was going to see Christine for some job interview that she had, but that still didn’t mean he was gonna stop being stubborn. Tyler would never admit it, but he was inconsiderate, a prick.. but he also loved Christine more than he had ever loved anyone. But he’d also never admit how lucky he was to have her. Lucky to have a girl that put up with him. He was such a piece of work. Sometimes, if Tyler would just shut his mouth and listen to her yell and actually do what she asked maybe they wouldn’t fight so bad, but that wasn’t gonna happen. He heard the door to the loft slam open and he rolled his eyes. She just got home and she’s already bitching He mumbled to himself. He smirked at her as she came blowing through the door. “Hi there, haven’t seen you all day.” Now is not the time to be a smart ass, Tyler. “I was here, obviously.” He cut her off before she finished her words. “Look it wasn’t my fault you didn’t get the job. I was here. Not with you. So really, the only one to blame is yourself for being a fucking failure.” He always spat hateful words at her. They always went back and forth. She started slamming thing and he hopped out of bed. “Jesus Christ, Christine. Let’s try and chill the fuck out for a minute.” He yelled loudly, grabbing her wrists. Not realizing how strong his grip was against her small wrists. He rolled his eyes listening to her saying she was gonna leave him. He knew she wasn’t gonna actually leave him, She always teased but she’d never leave. He threw her wrists out of his grasp and turned back towards the bed, pulling his jeans off of it and then slipping that on. “You go on your little rampage, and let me know when you’re finished.”
He was being an inconsiderate prick again, she'd say she couldn't believe it.. but she could, one hundred percent. "I'm a fucking failure? HA!" She shook her head a bit, "Let's fucking see Tyler. Who the fuck works their ass off to pay for this stupid ass loft? and who the fuck sits on their lazy fat ass and doesn't do shit for this loft? Which by the way is in my fucking name so if anyone is leaving it's you." She scoffed, "How the fuck am I suppose to chill out you dumb fuck? I needed you there! and You knew that I needed you there! They thought I was a fucking liar. You know them, I fucking don't and because of you they thought I was fucking lying about knowing your dumb ass." She was fuming. He was her only ticket into this job, and he knew it. "Get the fuck off me." She scowled as he grabbed her wrists. Christine didn't want anything to do with him right now. "Fuck you! I'm gone! I'll send for my shit mother fucker!" She said, slamming the door behind her, running down to her car. She hadn't been outside five minutes before he came trailing after her. "Oh my god Tyler, Go the fuck away!"















