Chapter 2 : Honda Sportsbike

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"I want a divorce," he stated in a cold and harsh voice, his eyes staring at me causing a shiver to tingle through my spine. Wiping my tears, I asked in a rattling voice, "why?"

"Why, are you fucking kidding me? Why, I'll tell you bloody why, you're a fucking eyesore, your getting fat and you fucking, cheated on me with that fucktard Damon!" he exclaimed so loudly that it angered me, "how the fuck and I a eyesore! If I were an eyesore then you would have not fucking married me, you would have been whoring your shit filled ass back in fucking England where I found you, you bloody dead shit!" I cried out while throwing my favorite vase at him. Not allowing him to continue I reached for my bag and pulled out my first ultrasound photo throwing it at him, "the reason I am getting fucking fat is because I am fucking pregnant you dibshit, and before you say anything it's yours because why the fuck would I cheat on you with fucking Damon he's getting married in two bloody days!" Finishing my rant, I run upstairs and start packing my cloths. After finishing packing I make my way downstairs ripping the envelop from his hands I give him one final glare and whisper, "I'll contact you after I have finished reading this, then we will talk about custody." Walking out slamming the door behind as I make my way to my Honda Sportsbike and take off to my dads.   




I KNOW THAT IT IS SHORT BUT I AM TRYING TO MAKE IT LONGER CAN YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR. I AM TYING REALLY HARD BUT I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK AND AFTER THIS WEEK I WILL BE ABLE TO UPDATE MORE FREQUENTLY BUT I AM TRYING TO MAKE IT A MONTH THING SO LIKE THE LAST FRIDAY OF EVERY MONTH IS WHEN I WILL UPDATE. HOT DOES THAT SOUND 

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