ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

before he cheats ♡ e

part two to, 'last name', ooh i feel my feminist side coming out.

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ethan walked back to the bed, plopping down beside you. "hey." he smiled. you just looked at him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"did we get married last night!?" you sat up in the bed, starting to freak out. "yeah, we got married at the church of elvis!" ethan smiled.

"i'm sorry, we met last night. this can't be legit. it's not legit, right?" you frantically started to pull at your hair. "y/n, it's legit! we got married."

"i'm sorry. we can't be married. we have to get divorced. it was a stupid one night decision." you started to grab your things.

"no! listen, we can get to know each other as the marriage progresses! it will be worth it!" ethan begged, following you around the hotel room.

you sighed. it seemed like a good idea. "fine. but if it doesn't work out, we're getting a divorce." ethan smiled his bright smile.

"deal."

3 months later.

you waited for ethan at home. turning on your phone, you groaned. he was supposed to be home forty five minutes ago.

you called him once again. the phone rang and rang, just going to voicemail. "ethan, it's your wife. call me back." you spat into the phone.

sighing, you fell back onto the couch in hopes ethan would be home soon. although the marriage was just a bad vegas decision, you started to truly care about ethan. his personality was gold, he treated you like a queen, and not to mention his looks.

your phone started ringing. your head perked up, hoping it was ethan. "ethan!" you answered.

"not ethan, sorry y/n." it was your best friend. "oh, hey." you mumbled.

"listen. um, i don't mean to piss on your parade but i'm at this bar, right? well what appears to be ethan has a girl pressed against the wall, sucking her face off."

your blood boiled, your teeth clenched, and your breathes got short. "are you fucking kidding me?" you spat.

"sorry, y/n."

you hung up the phone, grabbing your leather jacket and sunglasses. you got to the garage, throwing a baseball bat in the back seat of your car. you drove off the the bar where ethan was supposed to be at.

your hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. you cursed to yourself. "right now, he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she's probably getting frisky."

"not with my man." you bit your lip, harshly. "right now, he's probably buying her some, fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey. and he's probably up behind her with a blue stick, showing her how to shoot a combo."

you smirked, pulling into the valentine parking area where you knew ethans car would be.

"oh and he don't know." you got out of the car, taking your keys and baseball bag with you, well the keys to ethans extra car.

"i dug my key, into the side of his pretty little souped up, four wheel drive." you took a key, running it down the side of ethans brand new truck.

you smashed the baseball bat on the window, unlocking the truck door. "i carved my name into his leather seats." you started carving each letter of your name in the drivers seat.

"i took a louisville slugger to both headlights, slashes a hole in all four tires." you smashed ethans headlights and took a piece of glass from the window, slashing the tires.

you got a pen and notepad out of ethans car, writing a note on it.

"don't think this is working out. we're getting a divorce. :) xoxo, y/n"

you put the note on the dashboard, throwing the bat in the corner of the parking garage.

you started to walk to the bar, trying to find ethan. "maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats."

as the bar got closer, you started becoming more excited to catch ethan with some girl. "right now, she's probably up singing some, white trash version of shania karaoke." you pushed past the people, trying to find ethan.

"right now, she's probably saying 'i'm drunk' and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky." you came closer to seeing ethan.

"right now, she's probably dabbing on three dollars worth, of that bathroom polo." you smirked, seeing ethan making out with the blonde girl.

"oh but he don't know." you walked up to them.

ethan pulled away from the girl, looking at you. his eyes widened and his mouth parted as if he was going to say something. you cocked your head, running your tongue over your bottoms row of teeth, mouth open.

you looked at the blonde girl as she acted as if she didn't know what was going on.

you dropped his keys into his drink that was sitting on the table next to him.

you turned, walking away, smirking.

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i say hell yes to this imagine.

you know it would be my luck my friend would tell me this and i'd vandalize the wrong car and it wouldn't even be my man cheating.

aNYWHORE

i got my spanish homework done & i forgot to turn my trig notes in and i'm pretty sure i failed my trig quiz !!