My weakest point (Emmet's side)

My weakest point
Red rage filled every pore of my body and every tiny space in the room as my hands shook vigorously form inside my pockets and the bile bubbled just at the back of my throat also before I could even stop to comprehend what I was doing an almost feral growl rumbled in the back of my mouth before escaping through my mouth. Crystal could have said what she wanted about me but she brought in something more precious to me then anything else in the universe and insulted it to my face and never in my entire life had I wanted to punch someone as much as I wanted to knock her face half way into next year.

“Never. Insult. My wife.” I growled while biting down on my bottom lip until blood filled up inside my mouth which I swallowed down with a grimace

“Did I touch a nerve?” Crystal smiled, “Shame.”

“Your shift is over Crystal. You may leave.” I growled again my whole body trembling.

“Oh I’m leaving; I can’t stand to look at either of your faces for more then a few seconds without wanting to vomit.” Crystal sneered before walking past me at which point I grabbed both her wrist and effortlessly twirled her around so she was sandwiched between the wall and my self and for the first time the sneer on her face turned to one of horror as she looked up into my eyes.

“Let me go, this will cost you your job!” Crystal spat

“ I haven’t actually hurt you and I never would I just thought you should know what it felt like to be bullied and scares Crystal, I mean you no harm.“ I said gently letting go of her hands and stepping back two spaces so she could get past me.

“You wait until I tell my husband!” \Crystal snarled at me as she brushed her self off and continued walking to the door.

“You think I am scared of Jacob!” I laughed “he is just a little bully too.”

“Then maybe we should pick on your weakest point; Esmee” Crystal laughed her lips in her trade mark crule before she flicked her hair back over her shoulder and walked away laughing while I sunk into the nearest arm chair; the colour draining from my face.