Abuse, Blood, and that damn ring (826 hits)
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Submitted by Parkinsuns (View user info) at 2005-02-23 09:29:03 EST
I can't even remember what was bothering me so much that day. Perhaps I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe it was a terrible case of the Mondays, or possibility the first ever recorded case of male-PMS. It may have been more or all of those wonderful clichés that attempt to describe that feeling that can ruin otherwise perfectly fine days. Whatever it was, I had it, and I had it bad.
By the time I picked her up, my every thought seemed to be controlled. The way she picked her teeth stood out like a lighthouse on a clear night. That crackle in her laugh blasted against my eardrums violently. The snorting, o boy, don't get me started on the snorting. I tried to smile and pretend like I was listening during dinner. I swear, I made a valiant attempt, but to no avail. We'd been dating for over two months now. Everything seemed to be going on or ahead of schedule in our little teenage love drama. Sure, the first few dates went well. We talked on the phone a lot, well, at least we used to. We'd fallen off the past two weeks as the shimmering newness of the relationship dulled away and our real selves came to the surface. This surface, I was finding for some reason on this day, to be especially dirty.
I ended up not wanting to eat by the time the food came around. I could see the look in her eyes as I picked at the slab of beef in front of me, she knew I was upset. I could tell something was on her mind also. Neither of us dared make the first move. So instead, we wasted time and danced around confrontation the whole meal. It's amazing how much two people can talk when there's something they both do not want to discuss. After paying the bill and still more small talk, the two of us walked to my car. I even opened the door for her. At least I've still got some endearing traits.
The ride back to her house was almost silent save for the music, and conversation was definitely not to be had. I knew I was driving her home to an empty house. She had told me weeks ago that her parents were going away for the weekend, this weekend. At the time I was excited as I saw this as am almost guaranteed day to get some action. Now, however, I just thought us being able to break up in peace. No outside intervention from a protective father, or any soothing statements from a consoling mother. Just her and I.
I had planned out the conversation. I planned out my tact in bringing up her actions as of late. I planned to prompt her to answer to the questionable sexual background my friends have been warning me about. I planned...I planned...I planned....
I said:
"Who in the hell are you fucking?"
Conversation followed. It was too predictable to even mention. Two children trying to live an adult relationship, having no idea what kind of maturity it takes to deal with such powerful human emotions, going at it. There was no grammar check in this battle. The word "Fuck" outnumbered the word "the" in most sentences. She even used a curse I hadn't even heard before, "Dickshit"(I'm still not entirely sure what that means).
My blood raced, the redness of her face told hers did too. My eyes were focus solely on her tear duct as we screamed at each other, now parked in front of her house. I was waiting to see that first build up of moisture. I wanted to know I had won; I wanted to make her cry.
I saw it, my checkered flag dripped down the side of her face. Cue the victory lap.
"Stop crying you fucking whore!"
I'm not really sure what happened next. I know I moved, and I know it hurt for a bit. I know I began apologizing over and over. I know I didn't have enough Denny's napkins to clean the blood off the windshield. I walked with her to the door, we didn't say another word. Right then, right before she walked inside, she looked at me like she never had before. She leaned forward; having to shift her weight up the tips of her toes to reach my level, and gave me a kiss.
The following morning I looked out her door. Looked left, looked right, and made way for my car still parked in the front. I must've looked like a fool treading across that grass. I attempted to close up my zipper and put on my jacket at the same time, neither was done by the time I reached the car. Get in, drive way, dress later. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her appear, only visible above her waste in the screen door. I pretended not to notice as I slipped into drive and pressed the accelerator maybe a little to hard.
At the next stoplight I finally got my zipper closed. I checked for the essentials, wallet, cell phone, money, and a few other things, all of which were good to go. Still, driving home, I could feel the shadow of the dried up spots of blood laughing at me. My phone gave a single chime; I picked it up with one hand to read the text message. It was from her, "I'm sorry, I'll never do that again". I thought about it for a second as I sucked on my bottom lip, tonguing the gash. The phone chimed again. I kept driving, not even bothering to look this time. I promised myself I'd never see her again.
At least not with that ring on.
User Reviews
Submitted by Thored (user info) at 2005-02-24 15:14:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Meh, money spent or not it was a good post.
Submitted by CJRipley (user info) at 2005-02-24 15:12:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Val (user info) at 2005-02-24 09:58:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I think your posts hve a hex on them. Or maybe a pox. Or something.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-02-24 09:36:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Abuse, Blood, and that damn ring (290 hits)
That's .29 of a US cent per hit. Money well spent? I think not.
But hey, I wish I had that kind of cash to throw around.
Submitted by Otters (user info) at 2005-02-24 02:07:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ah, here it is. Very nice.
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-02-24 01:24:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
tore my dick off (inner-city slang for "tight")
Submitted by Parkinsuns (user info) at 2005-02-23 18:42:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2005-02-23 18:22:31 (#)
Ranking: 2
So you gave the ho what for.
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Well, if you like that ending.....sure.
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2005-02-23 18:22:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
So you gave the ho what for.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-02-23 18:04:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I enjoyed this a lot.
Submitted by Parkinsuns (user info) at 2005-02-23 17:46:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by TheSunGod (user info) at 2005-02-23 10:03:46 (#)
Ranking: 2
so, um, you punched yourself in the mouth? huh? i don't get it. need more coffee.
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To be honest, I didnt even think of that option. Somehow I suppose that makes sense too.
Submitted by Val (user info) at 2005-02-23 10:27:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
Submitted by TheSunGod (user info) at 2005-02-23 10:03:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
so, um, you punched yourself in the mouth? huh? i don't get it. need more coffee.