“Xavier, I’m sorry, please stop.” Rebekah began to vociferate. In this moment, her eyes were as red as a stoner’s on April 20th. Her cheeks, however, looked closer to a toddler’s bottom after breaking a valuable urn; water streaming down the face, crisp and clear, like a creek unsoiled by man.
“You ARE replaceable!” I screamed at my girlfriend, my fists familiarizing themselves with her face. “Cheat on me again, I won’t hesitate to cut your throat, you stupid whore!” That was when I felt a pain in my throat, ironic. Perhaps yelling wasn’t the best way to get my point across. My esophagus was tingling, and my uvula felt as though it was stuck on my tongue instead of in my throat where it should be. “You think I should forgive you right? …show more content…
Dan, one of my closer friends, well, drinking buddies, good guy though. He doesn’t wash his hair very well at all, sometimes I believe if I got all the grease from his hair and put it in a deep fryer, I could make enough fries for every McDonald’s costumer to get a complimentary large fry with their meal. Speaking of which, how is his hair not burning off of his head by now? My thoughts are so distracting, what did he ask again? Oh yeah, where’s Rebekah, I need to think of a lie soon. “We got in a fight a few hours ago, she just left. What’s going on out here?” I knew what was going on, some idiot forgot to turn off their oven. I couldn’t ask for a better time though. After giving me a short summary of what he knew, Dan sprinted off. I told him I needed to grab something and that I would meet him downstairs. “Hey Rebekah, how are you?” I heard her muffled screams from under the socks. “Don’t you just look adorable?” She was covered in tears, her makeup running down her face, sweat trying to escape her body to sacrifice itself to the heat. “At least you’ll never cheat on me again, right?” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a large bottle of lighter fluid. Once I got back, I noticed she had taken off a lot of the tape. Trying to show my affection, I waited until she had removed the bit from her eyes and I greeted her with my smiling face as I commenced pouring lighter fluid all over her. Once she was wet enough that I believed she couldn’t get away, I began to move away. “Later babe,” I said, slamming the door and running down the
“You ARE replaceable!” I screamed at my girlfriend, my fists familiarizing themselves with her face. “Cheat on me again, I won’t hesitate to cut your throat, you stupid whore!” That was when I felt a pain in my throat, ironic. Perhaps yelling wasn’t the best way to get my point across. My esophagus was tingling, and my uvula felt as though it was stuck on my tongue instead of in my throat where it should be. “You think I should forgive you right? …show more content…
Dan, one of my closer friends, well, drinking buddies, good guy though. He doesn’t wash his hair very well at all, sometimes I believe if I got all the grease from his hair and put it in a deep fryer, I could make enough fries for every McDonald’s costumer to get a complimentary large fry with their meal. Speaking of which, how is his hair not burning off of his head by now? My thoughts are so distracting, what did he ask again? Oh yeah, where’s Rebekah, I need to think of a lie soon. “We got in a fight a few hours ago, she just left. What’s going on out here?” I knew what was going on, some idiot forgot to turn off their oven. I couldn’t ask for a better time though. After giving me a short summary of what he knew, Dan sprinted off. I told him I needed to grab something and that I would meet him downstairs. “Hey Rebekah, how are you?” I heard her muffled screams from under the socks. “Don’t you just look adorable?” She was covered in tears, her makeup running down her face, sweat trying to escape her body to sacrifice itself to the heat. “At least you’ll never cheat on me again, right?” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a large bottle of lighter fluid. Once I got back, I noticed she had taken off a lot of the tape. Trying to show my affection, I waited until she had removed the bit from her eyes and I greeted her with my smiling face as I commenced pouring lighter fluid all over her. Once she was wet enough that I believed she couldn’t get away, I began to move away. “Later babe,” I said, slamming the door and running down the