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I wake up. Eat. And sleep. Over and over again, This has been my routine for 4 days now, ever since the incident with Ashley, I can't stand myself anymore. I check my phone, a new message. I wonder who it is. Probably just my phone company or my boss. I open it, it's Ashley. Shit.
"Heyyyyy Stuart.... uhm. So I'm pregnant just so you know. And me Bob aere going to raise it. Not you or Kevin, even if you are the biological father... well bye Stuart."
Well fuck. I walk to the fridge and pour myself a drink, Vodka and cranberry juice.
I slump on the sofa and sip on my drink in contemplation. What the fuck am I going to do.
Well, now I'm going to forget about that and party.
I hit up my girls Flo-Hoe and Albaliscous.
They come around in 5 minutes.
DING DONG!
I open the door, "Heyy girls."
I put on some music, symphony by Zara Larson (real gangster beatz), the girls and I have a shot and we get to playing with eachother.
The girls start stripping off their clothes and I do the same until we're all naked. Flo-Hoe rides me while Albaliscous kisses me all over, her breasts right in my face. She works me until I'm ready to finish but then she slides off of me and switches with Albaliscous. She edges me a few times, speeding up and slowing down. Until she slips off and I cream all over both of them. They lick up every drop while I watch. Flo-Hoe kisses me one last time and then they both get dressed.
"Sorry mate, that's all your time up. It's £75 for another 30 minutes." Albaliscous says wiping all the cream from her lips. They both leave.
I lay there for another 30 minutes, staring at the ceiling. I get up and have another drink, then another, and another. Thoughts are rushing through my head now. Why did I do that to Ashley? Was I the one who got her pregnant? Did I ruin her life with this unplanned pregnancy? Feeling tired and depressed I have another drink. My thoughts are out of control. My yellow hands tremble, my whole body shakes. What have I done with my life? Nothing good. What a waste of a life. Maybe I should just end it.
I crawl towards the kitchen of my penthouse suite. I open a draw and take out the parcetamol. I swallow the whole packet and wash it down with some vodka. Then I got to my bedroom. I know that it isn't enough to kill me so I walk out onto the balcony.
And I Jump...
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