Biting Back (Completed)

Fuck you Kevin

Oh my god. What the fuck did I do last night. I feel like shit though that's for sure. I have 10 new messages from Daliah. "What the fuck did you do with my boyfriend." -"I know you guys slept together you whore." That was just the beginning of her rant. "Good morning to you too <3" I sent her back. "It's not even morning bitch. You slept with him didn't you." Wow that's a quick response. "Hell to the no. He walked me home and disappeared again" I texted her. "Again, so you've been doing this for a while now???" I can not deal with this right now. My head is beating out of my skull and I feel like throwing up all my embarrassment from last night. I stopped texting her and went back to sleep.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted as I was woken up by Daliah towering over me as she poured ice cold water over me. "You slept with my boyfriend, you Ed sheeran wanna be!" I started laughing in pain. "Ed sheeran? That's the best insult you could come up with?" I laughed. "Well- eh- whatever, that's not the point here!" She shouted in disappointment in herself. I was still laughing as she dropped down next to me on the bed defeated. She chuckle as I remarked back what that was suppost to mean as an insult. That was more of a compliment than anything. She started laughing with me and we just laid there laughing like two pshycos having a break down. We took a few minutes to catch our breaths just to start laughing again. I finally got the chance to explain to her that nothing had happend and that I had only made myself look like a total loser infornt of him than anything. We started laughing again at how dumb we both were in this situation. She apologized for pouring water on me and accusing me of sleeping with her boyfriend. I laughed and accepted her apology in tears of laughter at this point. My head was still pounding but I could not stop my self from laughing just a little bit more. She jumped up and told me she totally forgot she was going to a job interview in just a few minutes and she had to run. I wished her luck as she sprinted out. I couldn't go back to sleep. After all my mattress was still wet after she poured water all over me.

I put on a change of clothes and took some pain Killers to get through the day. I went through my messages and saw a message from my ex, the married one with the whole affair, had texted me confused as to why I just dropped him like that. Sometimes men need a big sign that says stop, look no further, but they wouldn't understand that because that doesn't mean anything to them. So sometimes you have to pick up the sign and bash it into their tiny little croches so they fully get the pain they caused you. Then tell them to fuck off to sprinkle a little extra salt in the wound. Not that it would really affect them since the wounded part is so little, but it will do for the dramatic effect.
Then again maybe- I'm not going to go there, drunk me was talking some bullshit in a vulnerable moment. I was not thinking clearly and it showed.
But- stop. No fooling around with a married man. He has a child on the way and I don't want that child to grow up to with divorced parents. That baby won't grow up with a father figure. That shit sucks more than that one guy I met on tinder. He really thought he would win an award for being the best kisser if he just vacuumed all the saliva out of my mouth. I had a big ass hickey around my lips for a month. A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH. I was walking around like I had a failed lip injection. People were stopping me to ask if I was ok. They probably thought I was attacked, even though I was attacked I always denied the accusation because in reality, I was vacuumed. Cue the dramatic true crime music as happy pictures of me as a carefree child are flashed on the screen with a hideous red filter, being narrated by a the same voice actor from those action trailers. "She was living the ideal perfect fucked up life... until one day... no one suspected what was about to happen... She was... vacuumed." That about sums up my life in a trailer narration.

I decided to go to the park for some refreshingly polluted shit air quality time. Nothing like breathing in dust and shit particles while being surrounded by happy newly weds walking their tiny wiener dogs they just got and old people sitting on benches judging the newer generation for breathing. Don't worry the elders also judge everything else that has to do with life. They remind me of dogs looking out of windows and barking at anything that moves. I mean their bored I get it, I would also be barking at inanimate objects that dared to move because of the wind if I was them.

I took a train and then another one and I was in the park. I walked around till I found an empty spot and put in my headphones and started listening to an audio book while I sat under a tree. I closed my eyes for a few minutes until I felt like there was something crawling around me. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with a squirrel trying to burrow into my clothes. I screamed and jumped up as the squirrel did the same. I heard it squeak and then it ran away into a near by tree. That's too much nature for me, I'm heading back to the sewers. I moved into the city to get away, only to be followed. Maybe I belong in the sewer system where the only things to live are rats. I think I'd fit in quite nicely. I could set up my little rat protest and get the rats to all group together to overrun the city once and for all! Maybe not but I think it's time I get home before I officially lose my mind. Going to the park did not help. As I was getting home I could see my ex moving boxes around. He greeted me euthisticly. "Fuck you, Kevin." I anwesered him angrily and walked away ignoring him. Why did he have to move into this neighborhood of all places. Is he just here to antagonize me like that squirrel in the park. Maybe this is a sign I should get out of here. If only I had the funds to do so.