Chapter 50: Chapter 50
I trail behind Liam as we walk out of the kitchen and into the night. Only God knows what awaits us tonight. The very first sight that captures our visual attention is the multitudinous number of liquor bottles seated at the glass table.
“I will go for the glasses," Mitch says.
She must have forgotten them when she left the kitchen earlier. She throws Liam and me a glance that can be termed a warning glance as she walks past us back to the kitchen.
Liam and I make our way to the couch, and we park ourselves at a safe distance. He parks himself so close to me, and hopefully, this will not stir up some supererogatory dithering with Mitch. The night is still too young for yet another dispute. And in a way, I am enthralled to find out what she has planned for us. What?
My eyes see residue on the bottles on the table. Are they seriously going to consume all that shit? What is this? A bar? Liam alone does not even take alcohol; he is the owner of this house. And she has the audacity to bring her fellow alcohol freaks into his house? How disrespectful of this witch, huh? Or perhaps this is part of the plan. Maybe she is using alcohol as an excuse to carry out whatever she is planning. But what could that be?
Miss All Smiles strolls back from the kitchen and rests the glasses on the table. The earsplitting shrieks that fill up the entire house as they pop out the bottle caps are loud enough to cause deafness. They just can’t wait to taste that bitter shit, can they?
My puddle buzzes, and I fish it out of my trench, furrowing my face as the echoes of the noise escalate. The nasty words are rolling out of their mouths, though! Where did she collect these lesser creatures from? Are these the kind of people a married woman should really be hanging with? Goodness!
Liam: Can you bear this shit?
Me: I have to.
Liam: We can abandon the mission if you don’t feel okay.
Me: No. I am okay.
“Here, handsome!” I snap at that voice. This bitch has already started messing with me. What is with the fucking handsome shit? Since when did she start being romantic? Heck! She does not even have that right. She lost it a long time ago. And why the heck is she serving Liam a glass of this shit? Has she ever seen him drunk? “A glass is purely harmless, hubby," she adds, turning her ugly, suffocative face to me. “You too, Lynda. Have some.”
Hello? Is this bitch for real? I don’t know the taste of alcohol. I have never taken this shit in my entire life,, so why would I start now when I am pregnant? What is she trying to do here?
“You may not know a thing about me, but at least you have never seen me drink, right? And don’t you dare give Lynn that shit!” Liam states, choler ablazes on his countenance as he stares at this witch, who is showing negative zero sighs of walking back.
"Ooh, come on, Liam! It is just a glass, for goodness sake! It is totally harmless! Don’t be such a spoiler. It won’t be any fun if my buddies and I are having fun while you two are just watching. Come on!” She pleads, and at the same time, the two men in the company of the four girls behind them walk over to us.
Their glasses are about three-quarters down. Is it water they are drinking? No, is it a competition that they have to drink this bitter shit? And they look all so sober after consuming almost a full glass, while I am almost getting intoxicated by just the gull-sucking smell of it. My goodness!
“I said no, Mitch! Get that thing out of my face! Lynn and I are not drunkards like you.” Liam takes a firm stand, brushing aside Mitch and the rest of her gang as he entombs his head on his phone.
I hope this bitch respects his decision because there is no way I am putting that shit into my mouth. But the way her long legs remain deeply rooted to the floor even after Liam ignored her makes me question her intent. She does not look like she is thinking of accepting Liam’s decision. Why? Is it by force? Why? Is it poisoned?
“Come on, man! What kind of man does not drink in this era, huh? Be a man. Bruh!” This Jimmy, or whatever I heard his name, speaks so arrogantly and disrespectively.
“Yeah. Can you imagine a guy who doesn’t drink? Such a boring man!” Another lady snaps.
Did they come all the way here to insult Liam in his own house?
“How have you been dealing with this, Mitch? I mean, you are always out partying your soul out while your man does not take even a drop. Ooh, babe! Now I understand why you give it your all out there. It must be fucking ho-hum here!” In this one, I think I heard her name was Sally. She must be getting a bit tipsy, and she might want to watch her running mouth. How dare she?
Liam finally lifts his face up. He tosses his phone to his chest and stands up, cruising his eyes around the disrespectful fools one by one. They are stroking his demons. And I cannot blame him. Who would fold his arms and accept being insulted in his own house? I blame this stupid wife of his.
“I will appreciate it if you all shut your dirty mouths and continue your little party in peace. And if you think your friend is having it rough with this boring guy, why don’t you get her a permanent fuck buddy because the one she has seems to be sleeping in his job, huh? I will be more than glad to divorce her, by the way, if she so asks!”
Shoot!
All jaws drop!
Mitch sees darkness as obfuscation catches her off guard. Her hands are trembling with shock, paralyzing them until the two glasses of liquor can’t be supported anymore. They scatter to the floor, making Liam leap to my side and pin me to him to prevent the pieces of the glasses from raining on my feet.
At the same time, this other guy whose name hasn’t yet been made clear to me sprints to Mitch’s side, caging her shoulders into his arms and pulling her so clinchy and secure in a way that deems me leery. He has been quiet all along. He is wearing a baseball cap that covers the best part of his face, and the dark shades do not do enough justice to a curious soul like me.