My eyes slowly open to the nightmare that is my life. I cannot move a single limb, not only because of the Twizzler™ DIY ropes holding me down, but because of the still-fresh wounds that are tattooed all over my body. I need to get out, but all hopes are against me. If I wait until an employee comes into work in the morning, who knows, I might've bled out by then. If only this fucking nasty pile of Twizzlers™ weren't in my mouth, then maybe I could call for help.
Oh no.
A disgusting, impossibly painful solution popped into my head.
I will have to eat the Twizzlers™.
I gag at just the thought, and brace myself for the painful task to come. I blink back tears and begin biting through the rubbery, artificially flavored trash that is stuck in my mouth. I swallow half of the trash pile, and feel the vomit traveling up my throat. No, I can't throw up, I need to power through this. I continue biting and swallowing each disgusting piece by piece, until there is none left. Finally, I am free from the hell that is the taste of Twizzlers™.
Wait.
No I'm not.
I feel the entire pile of trash I just swallowed rushing up my throat and into my mouth. I puke onto the floor, the entire room now smelling of the lovely mix of vomit, blood, and worst of all, Twizzlers™.
I scream out for help. No one replies. I scream again. Still no one. Of course no one will reply, it's the middle of the night and I'm alone in the middle of an abandoned candy shop at the end of an abandoned street.
I guess this could really be the end for me. I thought I would live to see so many more days, but I guess not, and all because of the beautiful Rolf Jacob Sartorous.
Wait.
Of course.
I muster up what volume I can and call out the few words that could potentially save my life: "Hey Siri, call Wendylyn."
"Calling Wendylyn," the robotic voice answers. Relief washes over me, I might actually live through this night.
The phone barely rings twice before Wendylyn picks up the call.
"Maykeighlai? Why are you calling so late? Are you okay?" Wendylyn's muffled voice inquires through the speaker of my phone hidden away in my back pocket.
"Wendylyn, you fucking slut," I croak out, "I can't say much, but I'm in trouble. I need you to track my location and pick me up immediately."
"Oh, no! I'll be right there, I promise. Just hold on until I get there, I believe in you," Wendylyn says, her voice comforting. For once in my life, she isn't making me want to beat the shit out of her.
Oh i should probs focus on not dying.
I steady my breathing and try to stay calm in the remaining minutes until my whore of a friend arrives.
Suddenly, I see two headlights through the candy shop's window. The door to the shop is thrown open.
"Oh my god, Maykeighlai! Let's get out of here, you can explain everything to me once you're ready," Wendylyn says to me as she props me up and helps me start to walk out of the door. I put some weight on my right leg, but it immediately gives out. I start to fall down, but Wendylyn swoops in and saves me. I stare at her, my savior, breathing heavily, and I realize just how moderately average looking she truly is. Like, I know I call her an "ugly fucking whore bag," every day at 1:37 pm sharp, just to remind her that I'm better than her, but she really is not that much of a rat.
And as she carries me out the door of that wicked candy shop, I realize something. I realize that it's always been Wendylyn.
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Jacob Sartorius and a Candy Shop Lovestory
FanfictionHey guys!! First of all, I would like to thank the Twizzlers&Co organization for sponsoring this book! So, just sit back, relax, relapse again as you read this masterpiece.
