Chapter 3 That Jerk

• Twaine's Point of View :
• I'm still restless because of what happened recently. Did Kyle see my naked body? 
• "God! No!" I suddenly shouted here in my room. I hate those cockroaches, they ruined me. Why did I grow up afraid of just a little cockroach? Ugh! 
• Kyle then saw my body. Yes, we're married, but even so! He shouldn’t have seen me naked. 
• I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Kyle. I am 17 years old and a 2nd-year college student. 
• Since I couldn’t accept what had happened earlier so I left my room and went to Kyle’s room. I threw stones at the door of his room and kicked him out of annoyance. 
• "You bastard get out of there!" I shouted as the door of his room continued to slam. 
• "What the hell is your problem, little girl?" He suddenly appeared in front of me so I stopped crashing into his room because he came from the kitchen. 
• "Why did you peek at me?" I shouted at him while slapping his chest. 
• "I didn't mean that. Go to your room and sleep—" 
• "— so, you get a little taller." He added that annoyed me. 
• "Are you insulting me?" I asked him angrily. 
• "Are you insulted?" He answered me with a question. I slapped his chest even harder with my two hands. 
• "Will you stop or will I get you pregnant?" I was stunned by what he said. So I immediately removed my hands from his chest and immediately entered my room.
• "Ugh! I hate you!" I shouted at him before finally entering my room. 
• "I hate you too!" He shouted back. Grrr! Why did that man even become my husband? 
• After I entered my room, my lampshade suddenly turned off, so my knees seemed to shake and I couldn't move. 
• "Ahh!" I shouted because of so much fear. 
• "Kyle!" 
• "Daddy!" I kept shouting because the light in my room was still off. I can't move to run out. 
• "Twaine—" I immediately hugged Kyle as he entered my room. 
• "I'm scared." I cried while still shaking in fear. 
• "Don't be scared, I'm just here," Kyle whispered to me while caressing my back and hair. Because of what he said I cried even more and hugged him tightly. 
• "You can sleep in my room again." He said. I just nodded and followed him. 
• "I'm going to sleep on the floor—" 
• "No! You can sleep beside me. I'm still scared." I told him. At the same time, I immersed my face in his chest. 
• "Are you sure you want me to sleep beside you?" He asked surprised. I just nodded. 
• "Okay, we'll be sleeping together in my bed." He whispered. 
• "Thank you." He just didn't say a word. He caressed my hair as I leaned on his arm. In that position, I feel very safe. Gradually, drowsiness also visited me so I closed my eyes. 
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• Kyle's Point of View :
• After I felt that Twaine was asleep I slowly removed her head from my arm. My arm felt aching because of the weight of this short girl's head. I also closed my eyes to sleep. 
• The next morning I woke up to Twaine. Well, again. That little girl was still asleep. I started preparing our breakfast and then I also took a shower and got dressed. 
• "Good morning!" Twaine greeted me. 
• "What a miracle—you woke up early?" I raised an eyebrow at her. 
• "Is it bad?" She asked pouting. 
• "Stop pouting, you still look like you're too short!" I pissed her off. 
• "Compared to the old monster?" She smiled and said once running inside the bathroom. I just sighed. She knows how to piss me off. 
• "Please just lock the house, and be careful going to school," I shouted at her at the door of the bathroom. She takes so long to take a shower, that's why I need to leave the house first, before her. 
• "Wait a minute, wait for me!" She shouted back. 
• "I can't wait for you anymore, Twaine, and we're not allowed to go together. All right, I'll go first." She didn't answer so I left the house. 
• When I arrived at school I was immediately greeted by Ms. Roxanne. 
• "Good morning Kyle." She smiled at me. 
• "Good morning Ms. Roxanne." I also smiled to greet her. 
• "Drop that Miss, just call me Roxanne." I just nodded. 
• "Can we have lunch together later?" She said. 
• "Why, aren't you with your friends?" I asked her. 
• "No, I don't have any friends here." 
• "Is that so? All right, if you want, we can be together." I was surprised by what I said. 
• "—every break time, I mean," I added. 
• "Sure, no problem." She said trying to hide her smiles. 
• After we talked, we also parted ways with Roxanne. 
• I met Twaine on my way to their classroom but she just stared at me emotionless. 
• "What's the problem then?" I just asked myself. 
• I went out of Twaine's classroom without her glancing at me because she was busy dealing with that Jeremy. 
• I just ignored her. Teenagers, nowadays. 
• "Kyle!" 
• "Oh, Roxanne." I greeted her. 
• "Let's go?" She asked. 
• "Okay." 
• Roxanne and I went to the cafeteria together. From there, my attention went to Twaine and Jeremy, they're together again. I just shrugged. 
• "That was a pain in my eyes." I just shook my head to avoid thinking of them. 
• After Roxanne and I had lunch, I went home. I'm only half-day now because I have something important to take care of in the office. 
• "Why are you already here?" I asked Twaine who seemed to be had just arrived as well. 
• "Don't talk to me." She said calmly. 
• "What is your problem?" I asked. 
• "None of your business." She said rolling her eyes at me. What's the problem with this kid? 
• "Okay. I'm leaving right away, too." I told her trying to ignore her sudden changes of behavior. 
• "Why, do you have a date?" I stopped and faced her. She sounds so different now. 
• "Nothing, I just have an important business to take care of," I answered her question. 
• "Okay. Have a safe trip." She said full of sarcasm. 
• I just ignored her. I just got dressed and went out right away. 
• "Are you going out too?" I asked her. 
• "Isn't it obvious?" 
• "—and you're wearing  off-shoulder and shorts?" I asked annoyed. 
• "What is it to you?" What a stubborn. 
• "Twaine, get dressed!" I told her angrily.
• "No!" 
• "Twaine!" 
• "Why are you interfering? Who are you in my life huh? You're not my Dad so don't dictate me!" She shouted at me. Seriously, Twaine?
• "Don't yell at me!" 
• "You're there again! It's none of your business! what do I want to do? You're out in every decision what I wanted to do! You're just my husband in papers, Kyle!" 
• It was as if something hurt in my chest because of what she said.
• "But you're my priority! But if you don't want me to interfere with you? Fine!" 
• Before I finally exploded I left the house. Why is this child stressing me out now? Damn!