Waiting For The Death Blow

2.

The days felt as if they were getting colder and I knew I just had to see you, No matter how painfully uncomfortable it would be. You were the one I called my best friend and I wasn't going to let that change over some petty argument.

I threw on my long, grey, worn coat and black, battered boots. I made sure nothing was going to get in my way this time. With my hair fluffed up and my eyeliner thick, I headed out of my house and into the outside.

The day was bitter and the weather seemed to be mocking me with its uninviting atmosphere. Autumnal leaves swirled in the slight wind as I walked down the empty streets and to that same old pub that me and you would always find comfort in on rainy evenings.

The pub stood in all it's daunting glory on the edge of the road. The big black building didn't seem as enviting as it usually did. I swallowed my pride as I pushed open the door with a squeak.

I wasn't surprised to see the many drunken men, obnoxiously laughing and spilling their beer. However, part of me was almost shocked when I saw you. I knew you would be in here...I guess I didn't prepare.

You hadn't caught sight of me yet. I scuttled over to you, silently. Nerves pricked at my skin. I wondered if you would straight up knock me cold. Yet, when I placed my hand on your shoulder, You didn't swing one, just simply gasp with a flinch when you saw my face.

"R-Robert?" You blurted with widened eyes. You looked a train wreck. Your eyes looked heavy and your hair was unkempt to an extent that I wouldn't even call attractive.

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"What are you doing here?" He asked, somewhat bewildered. I shrugged, attempting to seem casual. "Getting a drink." I lied. Drinking at a time like this didn't seem nessecary, Yet I ordered a beer anyhow.

"How've you been, Si?" I asked, unimpressedly. "You haven't been answering my calls." I made sure my tone was bitter, I wanted him to feel just like I did. "I've been busy." Simon lied, carelessly. I knew he hadn't been. He never got off his lazy ass to go anywhere but the fucking pub. "Didn't miss me then?" I asked, taking a sip of my beer. He shrugged. "Haven't been thinking about you actually." I sneered at his words. A cocky smile teased on his lips. I wanted to kick him in the shin.

I sneered in his direction. "You gonna tell me why you walked out on me that night?" I confronted, not caring who heard us now. He glared to the floor, fiddling with his jacket zip. "Wasn't in the mood." He replied, though I could hear the sarcasm in his tone. "Stop fucking ignoring me, Simon." I snarled, quietly. "You were the one that came running to me that night, all horny and needy. Remember?" Simon remained silent and I scoffed. "Fine then. Fuck you, selfish tart."

I stood up, turning on my heels, when I felt his hand grasp at my coat sleeve. I turned to face him, Yet groaned loudly as his fist came plummeting into my face. I clasped my face as I staggered backwards, stunned. "I'm the one that's done with you, pathetic bastard!" Simon spat, shoving past me and out of the pub doors.

All eyes were on me in shock, and my nose dripped with dark blood. "Shit." I muttered. I had to go after him. I couldn't stand it.

I rushed out of the pub and back into the cold street. "Simon!" I yelled. His back was turned to me. Yet he stopped. My eyes lightened for a second and I expected him to turn around, however, I was simply greeted with his middle finger. I gritted my teeth. "Simon! You can't do this to us!" I moaned in distress. I rubbed my temples, trying to think of the right thing to say. "Fuck off, Smith! I'm not interested!" His cold tone shouted back.

I blinked, my dry throat tight as he walked away. My heart was pounding in my chest and my nose pulsed in agony. I'd never seen him act so fucking immature. Making out that all of this was my fault? Ha! Pathetic. Who needed him anyway? I had a girlfriend.
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"Oh! Oh, Jesus christ, Mary!" I groaned, grasping her pale hips as she bounced, taking my cock so fully inside of her. Her skirt was bunched up above her waist and breaths were short and fluid. I could tell that both of us were close in the heat of the small room.

"I'm cumming! Shit!" I whined, rolling my eyes as I released inside of Mary, who cried out, highly. "Jesus...Fuck." I grunted as she eventually clambered off of me and flopped on the bed.

She giggled as she sidled up to me, stroking the thick hair on my chest. She hadn't bothered asking about my nose and I didn't bother telling her. I smiled. Fuck she was good in bed, there was no doubt about it...Yet, Something felt as if it was missing and I quickly realised that this had been angry sex.

I was beyond distraught with Simon and I's current situation that I hadn't even made time to think about what I really wanted and how I really felt. I suddenly became guilty as I gazed down at Mary's delicate, snow white features.

"You're so beautiful." I whispered as I brushed a stand of her thick, black hair out of her face.

It was true, she was truly gorgeous. Yet, She wasn't what I was craving. I was craving him. I was craving Simon and I hated myself deeply for it.

My eyes flickered shut and my brain burst with images of him. His big, brown, doe eyes and those long, thick lashes. Those kissable, plump lips. That delectable, cocky grin. I bit down on my lip. Simon was truly something else and I didn't want to admit that I wanted his mouth on mine once again.