Summary: Dunkin Trubbs is coming home after drinking with his co-workers. He smells biscuits as soon as he enters his apartment. He talks to his girlfriend, Emilia Rose, and ends up hitting her.
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Opening the door to my apartment, I smelled biscuits coming from the kitchen. My stomach was churning and I couldn't walk straight. Walking like a slug, I couldn't stay up right, however I saw my girlfriend, Emilia Rose. Those biscuits make my stomach hurt even more, but I ignored it.
Emilia's back was faced towards me. Did she not hear me come in and close the door?
"Hey baby," I slurred with my best ability to hide my drunk self. I tried to stand up straight and massaged her shoulders. She brushed my hands off her.
What is wrong? I thought. Kissing her neck, I hoped she wouldn't be so tensed because of college and her midterms.
"Don't touch me." Her voice was so stern. What the hell happened with her? I hugged her from the waist, and she takes my hands and push me away from her.
"Why are you being like this Emilia?!" I screamed.
"What is wrong now? I can't even hug or kiss you anymore?"
I'm angry to the fact that we can't have one single day with no fighting. All she does is stay quiet and continue with her biscuits. I walk up to the kitchen counter and see a rolling pin. She was putting the biscuits on the pan to put it in the heater. She finished making one batch. I take the rolling pin, and she turns around to see what I'm doing.
"Dunkin, Don't. Your drunk." Emilia pleas.
I strike her arm, her leg, pin her down on the floor. She tries to retaliate and I have her on my grip. She's tearing, saying "No, Don't, Stop."
"So now you want to talk?" suggest Dunkin
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