Saturday morning I went to my girlfriends house. I noticed she had parked her car farther away than usual. I knocked loud enough to wake the dead but there was no response. I am not an idiot. I am a crimminal, however and locks aren't what they used to be. I walked up the steps and I see a man sitting upright in her bed watching the TV. He looks at me dazed, "Hey man, who are you?" he says with dopey fucking eyes that are screaming "Murder me". I begin to laugh. I pull the sheet off of her naked body,she stirs, looking up at me with closed eyes "Morning, baby" I hold out my middle finger and spit on her face. I laughed walking down the stairs, turning around to see the man still confused. I laughed when I walked down the sidewalk and got into my car. I laughed on the car ride home.
Relatively, my recover time for incidents such as this has been diminishing. I'm over it. For your reading pleasure, see some of the text messages between her and I a few hours afterward.
HER: Ben, its jes. I lost my phone. I know u don't want to hear from me. But im sorry for everything. I just wanted you to know. You know how to find me if you ever need me, but im not expecting you to ever want to see my face, im ashamed of myself.
ME: Whore.
HER: Ya I know. Im sorry. Ill leave u alone now.
ME: Fuck. Off. And. Die
ME: I want you dead.
HER: Ben. I can't say anything to make this any better..id rather be dead right now, then living with myself. As much as u hate me. I hate myself ten times more.
ME: Fuck you. Whore
HER: I woke up this morning thinking I was dreaming and sadly it was reality, and now I have to live with myself. Ill forever hate myself for hurting you, but I can't reverse time. Would u like me to bring any of your things to you...?
ME: You'll want to change your number. Whore
ME: Whore.
HER: You deserve better then me, im not worthy of you.
ME: Whore
ME: You're disgusting
ME: We can be friends now. Once you suffer and fucking die.
ME: I want you in pain all the time.
HER: I will. Your wish has come true.
ME: I want your throat open.
HER: Hey benjamin
HER: Im discussed with myself
ME: Hey Jessica Hillman
HER: Benjamin
ME: You're an idiot. You are the stupidest person I've ever touched. It's "disgusted" you fucking retard.
ME: You make me want to puke
ME: I hate you
HER: Kill me
ME: I wish. Give me the opportunity
HER: Im only living to die
HER: Okay ill be over
ME: Come on over, Jess
ME: I wouldn't harm a hair on your head.
ME: Come over, now.
ME: Show me you care. Come over
ME: Come over.
She came over. She's alive, don't worry. She got scared when I ripped the banister off the steps and used my head to destroy the bedroom door.
Silly bitch.
Relatively, my recover time for incidents such as this has been diminishing. I'm over it. For your reading pleasure, see some of the text messages between her and I a few hours afterward.
HER: Ben, its jes. I lost my phone. I know u don't want to hear from me. But im sorry for everything. I just wanted you to know. You know how to find me if you ever need me, but im not expecting you to ever want to see my face, im ashamed of myself.
ME: Whore.
HER: Ya I know. Im sorry. Ill leave u alone now.
ME: Fuck. Off. And. Die
ME: I want you dead.
HER: Ben. I can't say anything to make this any better..id rather be dead right now, then living with myself. As much as u hate me. I hate myself ten times more.
ME: Fuck you. Whore
HER: I woke up this morning thinking I was dreaming and sadly it was reality, and now I have to live with myself. Ill forever hate myself for hurting you, but I can't reverse time. Would u like me to bring any of your things to you...?
ME: You'll want to change your number. Whore
ME: Whore.
HER: You deserve better then me, im not worthy of you.
ME: Whore
ME: You're disgusting
ME: We can be friends now. Once you suffer and fucking die.
ME: I want you in pain all the time.
HER: I will. Your wish has come true.
ME: I want your throat open.
HER: Hey benjamin
HER: Im discussed with myself
ME: Hey Jessica Hillman
HER: Benjamin
ME: You're an idiot. You are the stupidest person I've ever touched. It's "disgusted" you fucking retard.
ME: You make me want to puke
ME: I hate you
HER: Kill me
ME: I wish. Give me the opportunity
HER: Im only living to die
HER: Okay ill be over
ME: Come on over, Jess
ME: I wouldn't harm a hair on your head.
ME: Come over, now.
ME: Show me you care. Come over
ME: Come over.
She came over. She's alive, don't worry. She got scared when I ripped the banister off the steps and used my head to destroy the bedroom door.
Silly bitch.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
rivera:
respect.
velvet_petal:
Damn that's rough.