Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 35877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I blinked.
"Why must everything be over the top with you, Bronagh? I try to tell you I want a little space so I can hang out with my brothers and friends and you get defensive. I love you more that life itself, I swear on my life that I do. I want to have a child with you, I want to be with you forever... but you need to grow up with me. We aren't in high school anymore Bronagh, the tantrums have to stop at some stage."
I swallowed.
"I'm not tryin' to hurt you baby, but you have an anger problem. I have a temper that is spiked easily, but damn when I say one thing to you, you explode verbally or physically. I walk on eggshells around you most days because I don't know what you will do. I admit I react wrong by laughing at you or playing everything off as a joke, but I don't know what else to do to take tension out of a situation. Do you understand that? I just don't know."
I felt my stomach drop.
"Why does this feel like a break up?" I whispered.
Dominic sighed. "No one is breaking up, we're in this for the long haul... but I need to know if you're in my corner fighting for me, or if you in the opposing corner fighting against me. It's easier to fight when we're fighting for the same thing, pretty girl."
I looked down.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Our relationship."
My head was swimming, and I couldn't think.
"I hate that this upsets you, I want to protect you from everything."
I sniffled. "And who protects you if you protect me all the time?"
Dominic smiled. "Once you're in my corner and you're really with me, that's all the protection I need, pretty girl."
I closed my eyes.
"Look, I'm going to do something I've never done before. I'm going to let you think about everything I just said instead of turning this into sex, okay? Come back to the table when you're ready."
I was shocked when I opened my eyes and looked up and found Dominic was gone.
He was serious about everything he said... but what the hell brought it on?
He has never mentioned my anger in a serious discussion before, nor has he said I needed to fight with him instead of against him.
He has obviously thought about it for a while, but what the hell triggered him to lay this out tonight?
I thought on it for a minute then gasped.
"The baby talk," I murmured aloud.
Oh, my god.
When I sprung that I wanted us to have a baby it must have brought this up in his mind. A baby is serious. He knows we're serious, but having a baby makes us really serious.
"He wants us to be strong together so we don't fall apart if we have a baby."
I went into a bathroom stall, closed the door and then sat down on a closed toilet lid and I cried.
Was I ruining us?
Was I the reason we fought all the time?
Did... Did I have an anger problem?
I calmed myself down so I could think clearly.
I knew straight off the bat that Dominic really was my life and that I needed him because without him I wasn't me. Nothing would make sense without him. I also wanted a family with him, because despite our arguments I knew we were ready for a baby, but to make us a happy family Dominic was right. I needed put a stamp on my temper and my reaction to things... I needed help.
I needed to talk to Branna.
She was mid-wife, she must know of classes or something that help people deal with anger.
I nodded my head, stood up and exited the toilet stall. I made the decision to fight in Dominic's corner and to fight for us with him. I would protect like him does me.
I looked around the restroom and shook my head.
I thought life changing decisions were meant to be made in the shower?
I exited the bathroom but I didn't want to walk the way I came in case the fella Dominic knocked out was awake so I walked around the opposite side of the platform. I stayed close to the platform because most people hung back so they could watch any fights. It made getting by easier.
I was walking along fine until I felt a tap on my head.
I looked up.
"Hey," a red headed girl shouted down from the platform. "Can you help me off this thing? Some of the lads pushed me up as a joke."
Men.
"Sure, I could catch you-"
"Could you give me your hand?"
Uh.
"Okay," I said and reached my arm up and placing my hand in hers. "But I don't see how that will- omigod."
Hands grabbed onto the back of my thighs and pushed me up into the air. The girl who had my arm pulled me until I stumbled onto the platform.
"What the fuck was that?"! I snapped and carefully got to my feet.
I looked at the girl who was in shorts, a sports bra and hand wraps around her hands.
Oh, no.
She was a fighter.
"You're fightin' me tonight."
I heard her wrong.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You. Are. Fightin'. Me. Tonight."
Okay, I heard her clearly this time but I was not in the mood for jokes.
"Listen, what's your name?"
"Jennifer."
"Listen Jennifer, I've a lot goin' on right not, can we please cut the bullshit here?"
Jennifer laughed. "The only bullshit is that you think you can go around startin' shite and cause people to get hurt."
What?
"I have no idea what you’re talkin' about-"
"Ladies, and gents. Who’s ready for a CATFIGHT?"
Did that mean me and Jennifer?
The screams and shouts were deafening.
"I'm not," I shouted. "I'm not ready... I'm in heels and a fucking dress!"
I screamed and jumped to the side when Jennifer suddenly came at me.
This was not fucking happening.
"Oh, please! I don't want to fight you!"
I was crying, but can you blame me? This bitch wanted to kick my arse.
"Why me?" I asked as tears fell down my cheeks.
"Because your fella knocked mine fuckin' out."