When I entered the women’s bathroom, the first thing I noticed were the sounds. I knew those sounds.
I lit up a cigarette near the sink and saw a shirt on the floor... and heels.
I dropped the cigarette and picked up the shirt.
It was Ryder’s shirt.
“That son of a…”
I slammed the bathroom stall open and there they were.
There they were.
I punched Ryder. And I fought ‘like a girl’ as I pulled the skank’s hair out. She even got the nerve to try to pull my hair out. So I beat her senseless. And I kicked Ryder in his family jewels.
And I walked out.
I didn’t say anything to him.
He didn’t deserve anything.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
