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Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce
She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty:
Just for your information Michael was my boyfriend, and well you may ask why am I STILL a virgin when I have a boyfriend... Since you know, my virginity became more precious to me especially right after getting manhandled by those drunks. Well I was going to give Michael my virginity but then I realized he was becoming an asshole. And I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship no more.
I picked up the call and soon his booming voice answered.
"Bella, where the fuck are you! I went to your parents house and they say you were not there! Are you still at that fucking warped tour concert shit? Come at my place, now!"
Isn't he a charm?
After the flinching, and pulling the phone away from my now ringing ears bit, I sighed and cleared my throat. I didn't want to deal with him now, I didn't want to start an argument. He just ruined my fucking night. Just great. If he knew that I was going to get nearly raped... Yeah right. He won't give a shit.. I just realized that. He's just... nerve killing. I don't even know why or how I just fell for him. Maybe that fake personally of his pulled off the day I met him.
I sighed, "Michael, I'm sorry I just—"
“NO! Shut up, you worthless whore. You just don't satisfy my needs, you fucking bitch. I hate you. Rot in hell." He snapped, in anger and pure disgrace.
I could not help but feel my heart shatter into millions of pieces. His words hurt. They did. However, I wasn't going to get shit from him. No, not this time.
"Hold the fuck up! You're calling me a bitch? Have you fucking heard yourself lately? I guess you haven’t.” I clenched, feeling the anger boil in my veins. “Now you see, dick head, tonight I was going to get nearly raped, you jerk!” I felt the tears almost crowd my eyes, but I fought them back. I wasn’t going to cry, not right now. “Now if I don't fucking satisfy your fucking needs, go find a fucking whore down shit street. Since that's where you belong anyway. Now if you excuse me, I'll go live my fucking life without you Michael. Okay? OK, have a good fucking night you piece of shit." I said, pure venom in my tone.
Oh... How angry I was. I could not even describe how angry I felt. It felt as if a volcano had just erupted inside of me. It’s like feeling pure fire flare through your veins. It felt as if you could just murder somebody... Hey, I went out of line right there! Haha. Never mind that... Well, I guess when you’re angry you could just get a straight ticket to jail.
"You're breaking up with me?" He yelled, before I was going to hang up.
"No shit sherlock." I said and hung up.
Now my next step was to delete his number on my phone. Ah.. that felt nice! i could not help but smile, but then I realized I probably looked insane.
I sighed, and looked over my shoulder seeing Tony look at me in shock, his eyes wide and his jaw almost dropping to the floor. I gasped and covered my mouth, my cheeks heated. Holy shit, I forgot he was there!
"Oh Jeez, Tony... I'm sorry you had to hear that!" I apologize, stuttering.
He shook his head, "It's fine..” He chuckles nervously, scratching that back of his neck.
"Who was that?" I whirl around to see Jaime standing behind me, in curiosity.
"My boyfriend, well actually my ex boyfriend since I just.. broke.. up.. with him.” I replied uneasily, looking down in embarrassment.
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Bulls In the Bronx | PTV [ROUGH EDITING]
FanfictionWARNING: This story is not edited and not fully developed, (but will be) which means there are chances you'll see grammar errors and spelling. Just warning you ahead of time. Chapters that contain a star [*] are edited and awesome-er. Disclaimer: I...