Reeves The Jerk

"Oh my god, Roman, you asshole!" I snapped. I was cold, frozen to the bone, and a series of shivers rocked me.
I sank to the floor, my back against the door. "I've never met such a jerk," I continued my rage.
For a long moment I stared at the corner his car had disappeared as though my gaze would magically make it appear again.
I sighed, scowling at the downpour, my face wet, and opened the orange box and pulled out a muffin. "Such an inconsiderate fool," I whined, and took a bite. "It doesn't even take five minutes, the drive back to his house, but no. He leaves me here in the rain. With my butt freezing on the floor. Stupid Roman."
A jiggling sound reached my ears before suddenly my keys dropped at my feet.
I looked up. Roman was leaning over the passenger seat window, shooting me a strange look. "Stop swearing me."
My face lit up as I blushed. "Sorry."
He disappeared down the street again and I smiled, turning the lock. I stepped inside.
My mother called from somewhere up the stairs. "Nuru?"
"Jennie!" I was appalled. "I've been freezing my ass off in the rain and you didn't bother opening the door?"
"I figured you'd have enough sense to use the key." Jennie walked down the stairs in only her underwear. "And you did."
My face fell. "Ugh!" I groaned, stomping away from her, towards the lounge.
She followed. "So, did you get the money?"
"Here," I gave Jennie the stash of cash. "Where's Bill?"
"Sleeping," she said. Her eyes appraised me. "You should go sleep too. You look tired."
"I should."
Jennie frowned. “Mr. Reeves paid you for... ahem... whatever you did while you were with him and he's booked you for six months in advance.” She glared at me. “If he's paying thousands you must be giving it to him good, just the way I taught you to, huh?”
It was my turn to frown. Roman was the least bit attracted to me. He didn't even try to fondle me and him wanting to check, first hand, if I really am a virgin didn't really count.
“Nuru,” Bill said as he strode in. “How are you?” His beer belly peeked under his expensive shirt that was a size too small.
“I’m fine!” I glared at my mother while she made some lame excuse about losing something somewhere and going to look for it.
“Nuru Nora Lynn,” The violence promised in that outburst froze me mid-inhaling. “Fuck is wrong with you? You let him fuck you up the ass? That why that faggot wanna fuck that ruined pussy again? Huh? You good for nothing cocksucker.”
I didn't answer. Unlike my mother, I knew when to shut up, knew when he was looking for an excuse to punch something, or rather, someone.
He shook his head. “I’m right, aren’t I? You hope he'll enjoy fucking you so bad that you won't come back to me? You fucking bitch, you think men like him keep whores like you?” Bill laughed, but broke off suddenly, that scared me. "Fucking Cunt."
I was stunned into silence.
I nervously pushed past him, desperate to get some space between us, he was close enough to punch me, and went straight for the kitchen to get started on dinner.
“How much did he pay anyway?” he continued without missing a beat. "The usual fee? I should increase your rates."
I could feel the horrified expression on my face, and by the glint in his eyes he could see it too.
“You've proved to be of valuable use. Do you think you can get me a platinum colored file from his house?"
I stared up at him, frightened. "What do you mean?"
He bent his head over my face to terrify me further. "If this knife was slicing through your mother's neck, do you think you could understand then?"
My head bobbled. "Yes."
"Good... now with your combination of beauty and charm. I'm sure you'll have the file by the end of the month, no?"
I felt numb all of a sudden. "That'll take some time."
“Time is a fool’s game, I’m afraid; your mother is against it.” His eyes were round when he spoke, darker. They made a cold chill roll through me. “In the rate you’re going you’ll be counting body bags.”
I turned away from cutting the onions and stared at him. He had his arms crossed over his chest. He was leaning against the door frame now.
“Tsk tsk.” He shook his head twirling a sharp knife between his fingers in such a skilled way it reminded me of a stunt from Action movies. “Don’t worry; I’ll help mommy dearest with funeral arrangements, that is, if she’s not involved in some scandalous drunken driving. We all know mommy is a drunkard, is she not? And it won't raise suspicion when she drives off a cliff, too drunk to handle a speeding car, no?"
My eyes flew wide open in fright. “Is that a threat?
“Threat?” he craned his neck to the side, smiling so wide that his grin turned into a sneer. “Hmm... see... no need for that — threat, is such a big word. How about we look at it as... corrective parenting? — I’m merely stating facts.” His voice was lazy, the kind of voice you’d normally hear advertising a luxurious sports car.
He marched into the room and glared at me. “Hmm... Now, now, I know you don't want to disappoint me."
I gulped. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.
“You women are so naive!” he banged his fist on the kitchen counter, hissed and walked out with long powerful strides. “Then you leave me no choice,” he called over his shoulder.
I ran after him as he rounded the corner.
“Bill, wait....” my voice choked. I couldn’t let him kill Jennie. That was just unacceptable. As unacceptable as betraying Roman. I felt the world crumble around me.
He stopped, his rigid back turned towards me.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay, what?”
I let out a shaky breath. "I'll get you everything you want."
"Brilliant," he mumbled and walked away. This time I let him.