For Her: A Serial (790 hits)
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Submitted by Littledan (View user info) at 2005-01-24 16:38:52 EST
I'll finish this story in another post if people like it. A semi personal story, submitted to the nice folks at Ubersite:
"Hello?"
"I need to talk to you, can I come over?"
"Yeah, sure. What's wrong?"
"It's him again... I don't know what to do."
He hung up the phone, and looked around the room. The phone calls like this were beginning to get more and more common. In the three years he had known her, he had seen this wonderful young woman go to boyfriend after boyfriend, be mistreated, and never be able to leave. For three years she would meet a man, and too quickly they would be together. It almost seemed as if she was searching for something, yet never quite sure what it was she was after. She had been with drug dealers and athletes, alcoholics and users. All of this by the time that she was 20 years old. He had watched these events unfold before his eyes, and nothing he could say would convince her that something was wrong. She would play it off as if nothing was wrong, always thinking that the new man would be better than the last. For the last two years, he had silently loved her, unable to get the words to come out of his mouth in a hope to end her pain. There was always this nagging feeling that he felt in his stomach that she just did not feel the same way about him that he did her. He could look into her eyes with the unrequited feeling of love. He loved her so much that it hurt to be with her. He knew that she had not even the slightest idea that he was in love with her, yet it was all he could think about. His desire for her encompassed his entire thought process. It drove him slowly mad that his unwarranted rejection would never end. To him, it always seemed that he was the "safe" guy, the one she would go to when she needed something, or when she wanted to talk, but it never gone any further than that. She had never considered him as more than a friend, and he was so reluctant to tell her anything, in case it drove her away. God, he could never live with himself if she left. She was his ray of sunshine in an otherwise bleak life. His constantly dwindling meetings with her were the only thing that held his sanity. Or was he mad? Was her ignorance of his love making him crazy? Maybe she knew all along, and just didn't care...
"Where are you?"
He heard her walk into his apartment. For her to make the hour and a half drive to come see him, he knew she needed help. The girl of his dreams walked into his living room, and he saw what had made her so upset. Her eyes were red and puffy; the makeup running down her face was streaked with the memories of her latest boyfriend. Despite this, to him she was still as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on her in college. She ran into his arms, and he held her. It felt so good to have her in his arms, even if the circumstances which brought her here were the one thing he despised the most. He held her for a moment, and just stood silently, basking in the hope that she found comfort in him. She pulled away, and looked at him. He knew that she was trying to find something to say to break the silence. "I found out he's been cheating on me. We had a fight, and I think it's over. I don't know what to do, we moved in together, and I've got nowhere to go. I love him so much, and this is what he does." This puzzled him. Here was his chance to take her in, and maybe make her realize that she had always loved him as much as he loves her now. He glanced at her, and then quickly looked away. "You can stay here if you want, I'll sleep on the couch. Don't worry about anything, I'll take care of you." He could tell she was hesitant, but this was the only place to go. She smiled at him, feigned a chuckle, and thanked him for being such a great friend. The words he had dreaded to hear. He wanted to finally confess to her that he had been hiding his whole life from her, that she was his reason for being, and that it tore him up inside to know that she was always with someone else. But this was not the time. He had plans that needed to be tended to before something else happened to her. He looked at her, and smiled as he walked out the door. It was time to pay someone a visit.
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Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2005-01-24 17:54:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
"She had been with drug dealers and athletes, alcoholics and users. All of this by the time that she was 20 years old."
HAH!
I hear THAT, man. Welcome to my life story.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-01-24 17:03:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I recommend "Captain Crunch" or "Quisp".
Submitted by mazman23 (user info) at 2005-01-24 16:59:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Girls are all fucked in the head
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2005-01-24 16:56:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Semi personal... It's not a true story, its fiction. The end will explain I'm hoping.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-01-24 16:45:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're getting played.