"Donovan, what the FUCK?"
A woman screamed in pain as she was pushed to the floor mercilessly. The boy standing in front of her, whose name appeared to be Donny, was fueled by rage. He'd never hurt a woman before, he wasn't that type of person. He was a caring young man who always respected people's boundaries. Up until now.
"What the FUCK?" Donny mocked her, "I don't even wanna see your mouth moving." He took a step back and shoved his fingers into his hair, trying to think, "You realize that I have every right to be acting this way?" He tried his best to control his breathing but failed to do so as he was interrupted by the woman below.
"Jesus Christ, would you at least chill down and let me explain?"
Donny's only response was to fall into an uncontrollable pit of laughter. She has no right to explain herself. She has no right to even be looking at him with those butt-hurt eyes. He threw the phone in his hands, which was piled with evidence, at the girl's legs with full force. It wasn't his intention for this argument to turn out physical, but it was out of his control at this point.
"For seven fucking months I dealt with your shit. I gave you a place to crash. I pushed all my love unto you. I gave you all the attention in the world. For fuck's sake I gave you more gifts than one could wish for. And this is how you repay me? By being a complete fucking whore on the internet? Do you really want me to read you the DM's again? Hmm? Stacy?" Donny yelled at the girl again.
Stacy was his girlfriend, now his ex-girlfriend, who was formerly homeless and working a 9 to 5 daily just to be able to survive on the streets. He met her at her work and has slowly gotten to know her. They were in "love", which now just seemed like bullshit to him. He let her crash at his place for the past 4 months now, reassuring her that as long as her feelings are mutual she is more than welcome to stay. Moments upon from now he found out that she had been cheating on him for those whole 4 months. That she's been doing nothing but using him for a place to stay.
Stacy let out a tch as she rolled her teary eyes at him, giving up on whatever it was that she was going to explain. She ran out of excuses at this point and could only play victim. She cried more tears as if it was a warm welcome to pity her, as if she wasn't the only one in the room alone with Donny. Her eyes were glued shut as tears kept running down her face. Donny took this chance to throw Stacy's old backpack at her.
"I want you and your shit out and gone by the morning. Be thankful it's not a restraining order." Donny growled at her. Stacy let out a final shaky whimper and took the backpack at the boy threw at her. The scene ended with the door being shut and Donny exiting into the hallway, praying that the street-walking bitch would be out of his house by morning.
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The next day Donny woke up with puffy eyes. After all that rage and madness was left a hopeless boy who was only ever desperate for love. Stacy was his last hope and now she's gone. He wondered if he should be regretting putting his hands on her like he did last night. He shook it off and told himself that the girl deserved it.
Before he could even start his day and get out of bed, he was met with countless tears slipping from his eyes. He wasn't used to this sensation since he wasn't exactly the type of person to get into relationships, only ever experiencing short situationships that always ended up with him getting hurt in the end. It wasn't a new feeling but it still felt strange. He trusted the woman with his heart. But maybe he was too dumb to look at the red flags during the relationship.
"God fucking damnit I'm such an idiot," He cursed at himself as bad memories from the countless times Stacy hurt him started rushing through his head.
He couldn't understand why people always turned against him. He believed he was a good person, always giving to others without getting much back. Maybe that's why people stuck around, for his money and because they thought he was
naive.
