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“Grow the fuck up.”
The words slapped you across the face with a leather glove, rendering you utterly speechless. You had decided to watch a movie, harmless and innocent, while your boyfriend was doing the dishes after a decent dinner. This movie just so happened to be Disney, which was your entire childhood (and adulthood, for that matter).
You had snuggled up with your favorite blanket and ice cream. As the intro played with that music that made your ears tingle with nostalgia, you couldn’t ignore the giddy little squeal that followed. You could hardly contain your joy, or the burst of serotonin your brain desperately needed.
But all that was smashed to smithereens- by a man, no, a boy . Who had decided to drink himself into a stupor the second he walked into the house and continued to as he cleaned the kitchen. Which only became messier and messier with his tried- and failed- attempts at fixing it. And after all of that, he decides to come in here and insult you?
Holy horsecocks you were pissed .
“Fucking excuse me?” You say, low and sweet as you stare at him.
His eyes roll as he takes a swig of his Michelob, lazy eyes switching from the TV to you. “You cannot seriously be watching Star Wars . How old are you, again?”
You could scarcely credit your ears. You raise an eyebrow. “A day older than I was yesterday- dude what the hell even was that question?”
He scoffs. “I’m just saying,” he continued slowly, egging on the bubbling agitation in your gut. “You watch this kind of shit all the time. Can’t you watch something…oh I don’t know, adult? Normal?”
It was your turn to scoff. “Like what, The Office? You went ahead and made that dry-as-the-Mohave show your entire fucking personality, and have the gall to tell me to grow the fuck up? C’mon, do better.”
He rolled his eyes. “I still don’t want to watch it,” he shuffled over to the couch and leaned against the back. You fought to scrunch up your nose from the strong liquor on his breath. “Hand the remote over.”
‘ Did this bitch really just-’
You sit up, setting the bowl on the coffee table. “Okay, Wyatt, you better have a damned good explanation as to why you’re being such a tool, right now,” you didn’t hide the snark in your voice as you look at his glazed over eyes. “Having a few drinks isn’t gonna cut it, either.”
He sighed and rubbed his face, as if you were being the difficult one. “I just want to have a drink and watch some TV before going to bed. And I’m sorry but Star Wars isn’t gonna cut it. Never has. Now,” he extends his free hand expectantly. “The remote, please.”
If a pin dropped, it could be heard from a mile away as you continued to stare at…whoever it was standing before you. You knew damned well it wasn’t Wyatt- he had to have been possessed.
“Ohhhhh oh okay,” you make a show of nodding before standing up, a hand on your hip. “Ya know what? That is a really, really good explanation! It’s so good in fact,” you twirl around to retrieve the remote you had left next to you. “I think I will hand this to you!”
You wanted to punch the drunken smirk off his mouth. He reaches over to take the remote from you, only for you to snatch it out of his grasp at the last second. The look on his face was laughable. “You really think you ate, didn’t you?”
“W-wha-”
Your own smirk stays steady on your lips as you point at the door. “Out.”
He blinks dumbly at you, and you watch as the color starts to drain from his face at the tone of your voice. “Bu-but wait baby I- I was only kidding. I didn’t mean any of that! Of course, we can watch-”
“I said,” you continue slowly. “Out,” you made sure to enunciate the ‘t’.
He continues to stare at you for a solid minute or two. Then, his expression changes into one that will never cease to annoy you- pitiful and meant to invoke sympathy. “Where am I gonna go?”
5 years prior, this kind of shit would have worked. When you were a vulnerable, open-hearted girl who was keen on being naive. His doe eyes worked then and continued to work until the drinking started. When they lost their shine, they lost their efficacy.
But tonight, you had had enough of his sniveling, and on top of that, he ruined your Star Wars time. To think- right now, you could be sitting down, enjoying your ice cream, and drooling over fictional men until the cows came home.
No, instead, you were mothering a real one.
You squared your shoulders and crossed your arms, shrugging. “I dunno- thought you were the adult around here?”
The “puppy eyes” melted into pure anger, his grip on his beer tightened until his knuckles turned white. For a split, terrifying second, you thought he was gonna throw the bottle at your head. But you knew him better than that- he may act like a big, scary dude.
But really, he was a coward. You watched as, like a petulant child, he spun on his heel and stormed to the door. It slammed shut, the force behind it quaking the walls, and then you were alone. You stand there in the middle of your living room, staring at the place he had just been as the movie continues to play, now at least 25 minutes deep.
You willed your racing heart to calm as you take a steadying, deep breath. You sank back down into the couch cushions, eyes flitting over the screen almost in a trance. You watch as lightsabers and blasters glide and strike, casting colorful light on your walls. As much as you love the movies, you couldn't seem to focus on the moving pictures anymore.
Not tonight, anyway.
With a deep sigh, you elected to turn off the TV, lock up, and head straight for your bedroom. The apartment was eerily quiet tonight, save for the constant, grievous screaming in your brain you were trying desperately to tone out. Your fan was turned on and your lights out as you flopped onto your bed, the springs creaking in protest.
You stared into the darkness, envisioning the popcorn ceiling staring back at you. The events of the night replayed over and over in your head, despite your best efforts to forget. Dinner had been fine, more than fine. He was happy, he was kind, he was his jokey self.
Grow the fuck up grow the fuck up grow the fuck up grow the fuck up
Hot tears spilled down your cheeks at his hurtful words, seeping into the sheets. You sniffled, wiping them free to try and compose yourself. You closed your eyes and allowed your mind to wander- to the movie you had been taken from.
You envisioned the Jedi, swift and masterful in the ways of the Force. Lightsabers gliding through the air with a grace forever lost on you. Blaster fire lighting up the Navarran skies, R2-D2’s iconic scream that made you giggle every time. Alien races both foreign and familiar, warriors, rogues, thieves.
A vision of blindingly shiny armor, and a mysterious visor is the last thing you see before the world goes completely dark,