God, I’m gonna kill him.
And Betty is such a bitch for replacing me so quickly. And with some cutesy little pretty boy, like what the actual fuck is she thinking?
Not gonna lie, I’ve been some intoxicated mix of drunk and high since Betty left me. My older brother is addicted to weed, so I tracked down his dealer and got some, too. Helps with the pain. Mixes well with alcohol too. It tastes like shit, but hey, I got nothing to lose.
So, doing what I did best, I made a terrible decision and went to go reason with Betty.
I was heavily intoxicated getting into my car. I had just finished off another bottle of rum and I smoked a ton of weed. My vision was so blurry and my head was pounding so hard. Standing up felt like the hardest thing ever.
I drove to her house in record time, 5 whole minutes. And guess who’s car was there? Just Betty’s. Nobody else’s. Which meant it would just be me and her.
Oh, what I’m gonna do to that motherfucking bitch.
The door was open, so I let myself in and I sat down on her couch without making a sound.
But what I heard was the worst part.
So I walked toward her bedroom, and just what I imagined was happening in front of my eyes.
“Miss me that much, you little whore?” I said aloud.
Betty screamed and whipped her head around. Then she jumped off of whoever the guy was, I couldn’t see that far, and pulled a blanket off her bed to cover herself up.
“James, what the fuck are you doing here! Get the fuck out of my house!” she screamed.
The other guy jumped out of her bed and put his pants back on then walked toward me. Sizing me up, he was 2 or 3 inches taller than me, but thinner. I was bulkier and he was more toned, but he had killer abs.
I stepped around him and walked toward Betty.
“Come on, babe, you know you miss me. I gave you so much better than he gives you. Like, look at his little childish baby face. Pretty Boy over there doesn’t know how to treat a girl like you. Please, babe, come back,” I begged.
Pretty Boy cleared his throat.
“As much as this is insulting and intrusive and highly offensive and inappropriate, I have a name,” he said.
“Josh, not the time,” Betty snapped, not even looking at him. Just holding that deathly intimidating eye contact that used to be my favorite thing ever. Then I would tear her clothes.
But I could tell that’s not what her glare was for.
“Yeah, Josh, better listen to your overprotective mommy over there,” I said.
He rolled his eyes. “Bro, I don’t even know why you’re still here. She hates you, and she always did,” he said.
I ignored him.
“Oh, Betty, I wish you could see how vulnerable you look right now. I could come rip that little blanket right off your hot body and just fuck you in front of your new hotshot,” I taunted her.
Josh scoffed. “Like hell you would,” he said, walking up to me.
So I threw myself at Betty. And tripped over a shoe, grabbing onto her boobs.
She screamed and a burst of pain swept through the side of my face.
Once I hit the floor, I rolled over and saw Josh standing over me, with his fist still extended. His arm veins popped out so much.
“Get out right now,” he said sternly.
I got up and started stumbling toward the door.
“If I ever see you again, you’re dead!” Josh yelled.
“Betty, fuck you!” I yelled back at them.
“Fuck you!” she screamed.
I got back in my car and drove up to the lakes. Instead of going to the light blue lakehouse that my family owned, I went into the white one right next door.
I used my key to open the front door and I went up the grand staircase to a bedroom.
The bedroom of my true love.
It looked the same as last time. Shoes and clothes all over the floor.
I laid down on the bed and started bawling. I got out my phone and called them.
“Babe, I need you. Come to the lakes,” I said into the phone.
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