Hunter & Julie

Scene 5

Marc came over a little while later wearing a Tina Turner outfit and I couldn't help but to stop crying and laugh at his ridiculous appearance.

"Alright Hunter tell me why I'm standing in the middle of a street in a skirt and heels"

"And lipstick"

"And...is that a bra?"I asked looking at the silver clothing covering his nipples.

"Yes, yes it is. But answer the question. Why am I not embarrassed right now?"

I didn't see where he was getting at.

"Because you're absolutely mad" I replied.

He made a buzzer sound and said " wrong!"

"Then why?" I asked standing up from the porch, wiping my bloodshot eyes. Oh Rose, why did you break me?

"Because I don't give a flying fuck what people think of me. That's why I don't love. You remember what happened..the last time.

He looked down obviously trying not to remember.

So get the fuck inside that house and get your sexiest James Bond suit."he smiled. I half smiled back to him.

"Yes ma'am".

"I'm going to get dressed, you guys will never believe who I am" Ben said and laugh a maniacal laugh.

I went into my house and saw a picture my father and and mother. Multiple pictures of when my family when we used to be 'happy'. I took the photo. My father was smiling at the camera and his arm was around my moms pregnant belly.

She was sticking her tongue on his cheek and he looked so happy to be with her. I took it and threw it against the wall. I took every picture with him in it and did the same.

I hate him. He ruined me.

She ruined me, fair, evil, selfish, manipulative Rose.

I took a deep breath out and walk to my fathers study.

I knocked his desk over and threw his important files on the floor..

"You wanna fuck with whats mine old man? You want my stuff, take my fucking piss" I laughed as I took at a fucking piss on everything.
I took his books off the wall and threw them out the window and took his sharpie and wrote 'Fuck you'. On the wall.

When I was satisfied I turned around and saw Marc standing by the door with a carefree face which was odd since he just witnessed my breakdown.

"You left computer alive" he said before he pulled my bat from behind him.

"Marc-"

"Dude, I ain't judging I just didn't want you to cut your hand."

He threw me the bat and turned and left to wait downstairs for me.

I smashed the fancy apple computer.

It was just a mush of metal.

Didn't he say he was gonna have a meeting in here today.

...oops.

I went to my room and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror I looked mad. My hair going in every direction.

My cheeks flush and muscles flex and a deadly look on my face that I startled myself. I dropped the bat and went to the bathroom and rinsed the blood of my knuckles.

Shit! This is so fucking fucked up.

I showered and let the cold water take the stress away. All I could think about is why me? I loved her. I treated her well. I never cheated. Never did I force her for sex, I, being a virgin wanted it to be special and I thought she was the one.