Sykkuno
My face hurts. I feel like I've been ran over by a truck. I can't believe he did that. I didn't do anything I just stood there and took it. He hit me so hard I already see my jaw bruising. How the fuck am I gonna eat, or explain to Corpse how this happened. He's gonna kill Toast and I can't do anything to stop him.
My light blue Jeep rumbles all the way to to the offline tv house for our annual meeting to discuss the stream and Toast was visibly mad when I arrived I don't really know why though.
"Toast are you ok?"
"What the fuck bro, you and fucking Corpse made me look like a goddamn idiot on stream! Saying my name like it's a fucking joke! Does it look like I'm fucking ok?! I'm livid! And you just laughed with him instead of saying anything what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Dude I'm sorry I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you." Doesn't he know his words hurt. He's looking at me with murder in his eyes. I mean I just won't tell Corpse this is happening it really doesn't matter that much. Toasts chest starts rising and falling really fast and he's balling his fists squeezing hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
"Why the hell would he he only cares about himself and what he wants he doesn't give a flying shit about anything that doesn't concern him in a physical way! I pray for the unlucky bitch it bastard that gets with his sorry ass." The malice in his tone made me scared. As well as, angry. He can't say things like this. Corpse has a huge heart he wouldn't care because Toast is a piece of shit for starting with him anyway. Now I'm pissed.
"You know what fuck you Toast you're being unreasonable talk to me about it when you're not acting like a bitch."
When I turned around to walk away he grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and punched me right in the jaw. I saw stars. I stumbled around for a minute and ran outside. I couldn't handle his stare, like he still hated me. I unlock my car and try to drive away. The tears in my eyes are blocking my vision. He's not expecting me back for about 30 more minutes so I pull over to the side of the road and cry. The son is pulled from somewhere deep in my chest and I can't stop. I feel like such a fuck up. I couldn't even hit him back I ran like a little bitch. I can't tell him I feel like a looser. Eventually I pull back into the road and start driving. I pull up my playlist and start playing Agoraphobic by Corpse. His voice calms me down so when I get to my apartment and unlock my door I don't look completely run down anymore. I hear him in the kitchen so I run the the bathroom and let him know I'm taking a shower. My face hurts. I feel like I've been run over by a truck, I can't believe he did that. I can't believe that I just stood there. I just stood there and took it. But, not like a man I took that shit like a coward. I turn the water hotter hoping I can wash the shame off my body. My thoughts still come through the burning water though. I scrub my body harder making a soapy lather wishing the pain in my jaw would go away. I put my head against the wall and just let the water hit my back. I turn and shut the water off and wrap a towel around my waist and look in the mirror. He hit me so hard I already see my jaw bruising. How the fuck am I gonna eat, or explain to Corpse how this happened. He's gonna kill Toast and I can't do anything to stop him.
