Walking Home With The Past

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    Phillip stared forward as he walked and exumed an air of confidence, as one would when walking through a dark alley. The bitch nipping at his heels growled in frustration. He was ignoring her. She push at his mind he pushed back. She pushed harder. He gave a forceful shove, causing her to stumble backwards.  Having recovered, she pushed as hard as she could, breaking through the thick walls of his psyche.

    Now he was stuck with her until he made it home and could do a mind cleansing. He suspected he would be cleansing frequently for the next good while.

     She chattered in his head, throwing  derogatory remarks left and right. This went on for several minutes, his only reaction being slight amusement when she ignorantly called him a bitch. Furious, she poured her emotions into his psyche.

   He ignored her.

   They turned down an alley.

"You never loved me!" Her head voice boomed through his soul.

"Alex, you don't know what love is!" He telepathicly snapped at her.

  Alex transformed. A petite girl with black hair, green eyes, freckles and a glowing olive complexion replaced the hound behind Phillip.

  "You never liked me!" She spat, verbally this time.

   "How can you say that?! All I gave you was care and affection."

    That was exactly Alex's problem.
All Phillip wanted was her affection. Alex just wanted his dick.
She never got it.

    Alex fell silent and glared at the ground. Phillip walked. Alex was still frozen in her tied-tongue.

   Phillip continued walking. By time Alex unfroze herself he was gone.

  

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