As the table spun so did my heart, I had so many mixed emotions. The fact that I was just raped and not to mention that my dad just died.
Tyler & Tim were just standing there, that's when they started to kiss. They both made me sick, I couldn't watch this so I yelled," get a room."
That got me a slap to the face.
When Tyler drew the blade Tim left out I guess he still has some sort of sympathy or remorse for me. That's when it started talking up a storm to get Tyler to get me out of these handcuff and off of this table.
I said to him," as the father of my child, how sad would it be to loose this child not to mention with your random scenarios of cuts and not to mention the coat hanger."
His eyes widened and he replied," Coat hanger?" I nodded and said," yes, the coat hanger oh, I forgot to tell you about this, but yesterday I lost the baby."
He started breather hard in anger and yelled," NO! what the fuck did you do?" I fired back," I just killed your fucking baby." I knew this was war.
He unhand-cuffed me surprisingly and he punched me square in the face. Then, he kept doing it and doing it.
My nose broke, I yelled out in pain. That's when I asked innocently," Tyler did you ever love me?" He looked at me sadly and said," No." Then he punched me again then, I replied," I loved you, remember those days we'd have in the boutique when we'd..." Then I laughed sexily.
He laughed and said," yeah, I do remember those were the good days." Then I asked innocently again," why are you doing this to me? I loved you so much, and you why? Why betray me? Your first love?"
He let out a loud sigh, and started to cry out loud, I think he still has feelings for me. Even though my nose was broken I wrapped my arms around Tyler and rubbed his back, then I started to feel his crotch. I felt a gun and I went straight for it.
I grabbed it and started to pull it out of his pants. He started breathing hard saying," bad girl Carly?" I nodded and bit my bottom lip.
That's when he pulled out a second gun from his back pocket and said," don't even try it bitch." I cocked the head of my gun and said," try me bitch." This was a situation that I knew that only one person would walk away from.
I said to him," so, who's going to shoot first?" Tyler just nodded and said," I think we all know who's going to shoot firs-" I cut him off with the sound of my gunshot.
I blew his brains right out and he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blood was all over my face, I couldn't believe it.
Tyler was dead...
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A Living Fancy
ActionMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.