S/HE

The Story of Us?

I still have 4 more people to say sorry to and they have to forgive me. I really felt bad for the kid I killed yesterday, and I just saw him in Hell chewing Hitler's nipples. At least he's not sucking his dick. Nevermind, he's doing it right now. Eww, now I'm even sadder. I can't believe he got more skills than me. Oh well, at least I'm still alive. Well, not exactly. It's complicated. Either I'm going to die in 2 days or going and go to hell or die in 2 days and go to heaven. And either way, I'm going to die. Who should I say sorry first? The parents of the girl, I persuaded to get pregnant and get her baby aborted? Or the girlfriend of the guy, that I made that girl that I persuaded pregnant? Hey, don't judge me. I had anger issues. And killing issues. And getting people killed issues. In short, I have issues. I finally decided to pick Angel Angel. Yup, he have the same first name and last name. I guess he's parents really wanted him to become an angel sent from above. Actually, he was more of a devil sent from below. I was dating my gym teacher, Mr. Geff, and I caught this gay ass fucking with him in the GIRLS' locker room. And even though I tried to forgive him and tried to forget about it, I couldn't because their cum were all over my clothes and it was stuck there forever. Whenever I wear it, I feel betrayed. That's why I chopped off........................... HIS BALLS. That's right. So, he can no longer do what he did to me ever again. Now, I still feel like I did the right thing. But I have to ask for forgiveness. Bummer. This mission thing is really getting on my pussy. Anyways, I went to his house and they were celebrating...... FOR ANGEL AND MR. GEFF'S MARRIAGE! They got married! And they didn't invite me?! Oh wait, I'm dead. Still. They could have asked their own guardian devil to send me an invitation but noooo, they were too busy sucking each other's cocks!

"Hi, I'm Jen..... Mrs. Jensy" I said in an old lady's accent.

"Do I know you?" Mr. Geff asked.

"Bitc... I mean, you bet. I was your... um. Gym teacher when you were in middle school remember!" I said.

"Oh yeah. Mrs. Jensy. Hi. Please don't tell my husband about us" he said.

"What about us?" I asked.

"Our love story? The story of us?" he said.

"What love story? What story? What us?!" I said.

"Good acting. Use that, when you meet my husband" he said.

"I'm not acting!" I said.

"You really don't know. Oh yeah. You're old. You probably forgot. Like your ass even got..." he said.

"Got what?!" I interrupted.

"Got sexier" he said.

"Sure.... Ok, tell me what happened to us?" I asked.

"We used to date!" he whispered.

"We did. Man, he probably learned his skills from that teacher (I whispered). I mean, me teacher" I said.

"Yeah. Thank you again. Now, let's enjoy and don't say anything" he said.

"Wait. In one condition" I said.

"Of course anything" he said.

"You have to forgive me" I said.

"What for?" he said.

"Just say you forgive me" I said.

"For cheating on you with another teacher back then?" he said.

"Okay, I'm gonna ignore that. Just say you forgive me!" I said.

"Okay, Okay. I forgive you" he said.

"Yes, Yes, Yes" I said.

"Is this like an old people thing now?" he said.

"Shut the fuck up and leave, before I eat your nipples up like a pepperoni" I said.

"Like before! I would let you. But I'm married. So... maybe later" he said.

Wtf is wrong with this man. I can't believe I went out with him. Now, that's one person out of my list. It counts even though it wasn't Angel Angel. Like they're married so, it counts. But just to make sure, I'm going to ask Angel Angel as well.

"Hi, Angel" I said.

"Actually it's Angela now" he said.

"Okay. Please forgive me" I said.

"What?" he said.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please" I said.

"For what? Did you fuck with my husband?" he asked.

"No. Well, technically I did but it's not really me because it's actually the real me but what you see is the fake me so, can you just forgive the fake me? Cause the real me isn't me" I babbled.

"I am so confused. And so drunk, so, okay, I forgive you" he said.

"Thank You" I said.

I tried to leave and then,

"Wait. I remember you" Angel said.

"You do?" I said.

"You're Mrs. J..." he said.

"Mrs. Jackson!" Mr. Geff said out of nowhere.

"Who?" he said.

"Mrs. Jackson. The old hag in the side of Dunkin' Donuts" Mr. Geff said.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Oh yeah" Angel said.

"Wait. No. Actually, I am the real first true love of your husband Angel!" I said.

Everyone in the party gasped.

"And guess what? I'M PREGNANT!" I said, even though it's not real, just trying to piss them off.

"WHAT?! How dare you! You whore!" Angel said.

"Me? No, that's you. Now, excuse me but I'm taking my husband, THE FATHER OF OUR CHILD, with me!" I said.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Angel screamed and pulled my hair.

"Don't you ever learn that you should never fight an old lady?" I said.

"Why? Cause' you're weak and pathetic. A has been!" Angel said.

"Yes. But too bad for you. I'm not!" I attacked Angel and he is left crying alone.

Outside the house, I slapped Mr. Geff and told him that I was just lying. Oh well, no harm done. I guess I only have two people to say sorry to now. MY BROTHER AND HIS HUSBAND!

Note: Can't wait.