The living room lay in ruins, after the forbidden party Ashlee (age sixteen-and-a-half) had held earlier that night in her parents’ absence.
“You know, years from now, you’ll look back on this and laugh,” she said.
Her father slapped her in the face.
“As for me, I can’t wait. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Her father punched her in the mouth.
“Too bad I hadn’t learned karate or something,” she would tell this guy a decade later over Alabama Slammers at some sleazy bar. “That would’ve made it a fairer fight.” She didn’t want to fuck him but not vice-versa. Fucking cross-purposes.
Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews
DAVID V. MATTHEWS 