Send Her To Heaven

Rock Bottom

When Tyler Durden said "I don't want to die without any scars," I don't think he meant herpes.  His heart sunk lower than hell. For four months he had given this broad nearly half his income.

This can't be legal?

I'll just sue the bitch he thought. Fuck Alona

Just when he felt stable again. Of course, there were ups and downs, but the dread of everyday life had started to go away. He didn't love his job, but then again beggars can't be choosers.

He even took double precaution, wrapping it up twice every time, and never making out with her. Literally, Wham bam hit and quit and he was gone.

Maybe the tests were wrong?

As soon as that gunk started gushing from his penis he wanted to kill himself. Granted he didn't think she was clean either, but he did everything he could to prevent this from happening.

Depressed, angry, frustrated, bitter and everything else you could think of to describe one about to throw themselves off a cliff. According to the doctor, it wasn't as bad as it could be, but still, he has to tell everyone he sleeps with from now on that he has herpes? Fuck that shit. That bitch didn't why should he. #Meto right?

Could she have reverse stealthed him?  How did it break without him noticing it? Did she go into his pant pocket beforehand and rip a hole in one somehow?

The longer Jonah thought about this the angrier he became. Walking out of the clinic he was at a loss as to what to do next. Making his way to the bus stop he felt more like a loser than he had ever felt in his entire 30 years of living. Shuffling through his reusable president's choice grocery bag he pulled out his wallet to find his bus pass. The skin of his wallet was peeling off, and his cards could barely hold their place inside.  The grocery bag, although durable, was starting to show signs of wear.

Staring at him in disgust were two females ages 20-25. Watching a 30 year old comfortably rummage through his grocery bag was not a sight you see often. He must've looked like a complete loser to them.  The scene could've been forgivable if the bag didn't look like it was a safe haven for disease and bacteria. He was used to being stared at in disgust or indifference. However, today was not the day. Viscerally aware of his inferiority at that moment he turned around to face his accusers. 

"Can I help you with something?"

Looking at each other in utter disbelief the more bitchy looking one answered, "No, not at all"

"Then why the fuck are you staring at me?"

Speechless the two women turned their back immediately whispering back and forth to one another.

When the bus finally arrived he took a last look back at the two women.

"By the way, I know you're talking about me and I hope you have a horrible fucking day!"

Boarding the bus,  the two women decided not to get on. Satisfied he took a window seat. Mistakenly he glanced back to take one final look at those two witches. Hoping to instil fear,  he watched as the two women fell to the ground laughing harder then they ever had in a very long time.