Authoritarian Angeline

"Why are you still asleep?!"

Kira woke up to see Angeline standing over the bed. Angeline had her hands on her hips and looked angry.

"Wha? What's up?" Kira was bit hungover.

"I mean I wake up, and you're still in fucking bed. Where's my breakfast, bitch?"

"What...what the hell, Angeline?"

"I'm sorry, I asked you a question. Where...is...my...breakfast?"

"Angeline, this isn't funny."

"Get out of bed now!" yelled Angeline.

Kira found herself quickly getting out of bed. "What's..."

"Why are you talking to me out of turn? You do _not _speak without permission. Got that?"

"Yes," said Kira who was growing scared.

"Yes, what?"

Kira looked confused.

"Ma'am, bitch!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" blurted out Kira.

"Now get your lazy ass to the kitchen. I'm thinking scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, strawberry jam and butter, and vegan bacon."

Kira turned to head to the kitchen only to get a kick in the ass from Angeline that propelled her staggering forward.

As Kira walked through her house, she noticed photos of Angeline on the wall, and it seemed everything had been replaced. She saw nothing of hers.