Jerry...work in progress

Fiction starts here:

     "Why are you always on my ass?" Jerry shouted as Tina walked out of the room.

     "Someone's gotta babysit you," she shouted back. "Considering the fact that you act like a child, what do you expect?"

     "What the hell does that mean?" he said as he stood up, tossing the game controller gently on the coffee table.

     Tina slammed the refrigerator door shut. "Why, in the name of all that's holy, can't you throw rotten food out!"

     "There's food in our fridge?" he asked as he rubbed his hands together and walked to the kitchen.

     "Get out of here," Tina said quietly. Jerry stopped. He knew this wasn't good. Tina wasn't just raggin; she was on the verge. He stood still as he watched her breath heavily; she was leaning on the counter with both hands, staring out the window. Her head shook slightly. She was more than just pissed.

     "I...said...," Tina began.

     Jerry quickly stepped out of the kitchen and made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he promptly locked himself in safely.

     "This could be it," he thought to himself.

     He sat in the tub and drew the curtain closed. He pulled his knees to his chin and began to gently rock.

     Jerry sat for several minutes in silence; then it began. He rocked a little faster as he heard Tina kick the cabinet repeatedly; a loud smash of the tower of dirty dishes hit the floor; Jerry rocked a little faster; the crashing of glasses being thrown against the wall, through the kitchen window; Jerry began to hum, rocking slightly faster; the pounding of chairs again the wall, drywall giving way; the screaming, audible frustration coming out of Tina.

     Silence.

     A faint knock on the front door; Jerry still rocking and humming.

     Muffled voices conversed for several minutes.

     Footsteps down the hall; a gentle knock on the bathroom door, a muffled male voice; Jerry still rocking and humming. The bathroom door knob jiggled -BOOM; the door was kicked open. Jerry hummed louder, rocking as fast as he could.The shower curtain yanked open and an officer stepped back quickly placing his hand on his gun. The officer stood staring at Jerry, confused. Jerry continued to rock and hum, only giving a quick glance to the officer.

     "It's not a child, Frank," the officer shouted to the livingroom, "It's a man... in the tub."

End fiction.