Heal

“How are your balls ever gonna heal if you keep pissing me off?”

.

“I don’t know.” you mutter.


“I’m serious, how are they gonna heal?....What are you gonna do Alex?


“Maybe you can go easy on me.”


"Excuse me? So instead of you changing your behavior, you want me to ‘go easy on you?’”


“No I, jus”


“What? Alex? Isn’t that what you said? That’s what you think right? You can just do whatever you want, and I just have to live with it right?”


“No, but we can talk. You don’t have to hurt my balls?”


“But you don’t listen Alex! You never listen to a word I say until I hurt them. ”


“I do listen.” You mutter from the ground.


“No, you don’t! If you listened you wouldn’t keep making the same STUPID mistakes like a fucking imbecile.”


You start crying, “My balls have been swollen for the last three months...they always hurt.”


“And whose fault is that?”


“Well you keep kicking me.” you quietly reply.


“No no no no no! See? You still don’t get it. You wanna blame me AGAIN. You refuse to take responsibility AGAIN. This conversation is just pissing me off more.”


“So just leave me alone,” you cry.


“Leave you alone? You think if I just ‘leave you alone’ that’s gonna fix things? No! You need to stand up and let me kick you again because you’re STILL NOT LISTENING!”


“You’re ruining my balls.”


“I’m not ruining anything. You’re ruining your own balls by being an idiot. And I really think you’re so fucking stupid that your balls are never going to heal. Now STAND UP!”


Your lip trembles. "Please Jenna. I love you."


"Oh my god, STOP! STAND UP!"


Your whole body trembles as you force yourself to your hands and knees. 


Your knees shake as you stand. 


Jenna chuckles, "Now spread your legs and don't flinch." 


You spread your legs and look toward the ceiling.


The impact of the kick is brutal. It feels like your whole genitals were hit by a car. You collapse immediately and lose your ability to breathe. 


"How does that feel? Do you think your balls are ever gonna heal?"


Through gasps of breath, you say, "It hurts so bad."


"Why does it hurt?"


"Because you kicked me."


"NO! You're still not listening! Why does it hurt? Why are your balls never going to heal?"


You don't respond.  You want to cry.


"Hellooo I asked you a question. Am I talking to a wall?"


"No my balls just hurt.  I'm sorry."


"Your balls are never going to heal because you keep pissing me off. Now clean this place up. I invited Stacie over."


You start to panic upon hearing that. "Do you want me to leave after I'm done cleaning?"


"Oh no, we have plans for you." She laughs.