G.A.B.O.S (GAME AINT BASED ON SENSITIVITY AKA HoneyB)

G.A.B.O.S (GAME AINT BASED ON SENSITIVITY AKA HoneyB)

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Live, eat, breath, and sleep G.A.B.O.S cuz you never know when life with switch up on you and change forever. " Give me a fucking reason not to fucking kill you right now." A clap of thunder boom through the sky. "Please don't do this Avery." Tears started to form in my eyes." "Why," he took the safety off of the gun and places it to my head. "I fell in love with you, I trusted you, I brought you around my friends and family. But yet you do me dirty, you leave with some bum ass excuse only for me to come looking for you and find out you were never who you said you were." Tears fell from his eyes and mine. "You pretended to care for me and family. Nothing was rea - " I cut him off and pushed the gun away from my head. I sat up in bed, "Yes it was! I genuinely cared for you when I shouldn't have and that's one of the reasons I left. I couldn't be the reason you went to jail although you deserved to. You fucked up so many of my clients lives I wanted you to feel the same way, but instead I fell in love with your ass. No matter how many times I told myself it was lust, I knew it wasn't." I whipped the tears from my face and pulled back the covers. He's eyes started to scan my body and stopped at my stomach.
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"No! I don't wanna hear a damn thing you gotta say. You betrayed me!" I said as I snatched my arm away and stormed out without turning back. I got into my car and looked at the scratch in the mirror. As Monte trailed behind me, I quickly pulled out the parking lot and sped home. When I got home, the neighbor was outside on the porch again. He waved, but I couldn't find the strength to wave back and ran into the house before I completely broke down. As soon as I closed the door, I slid to the floor and cried my eyes out. About 5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I stayed where I was, thinking it was Monte outside. "Miss?" I heard from the other side of the door. I got up and tried to get myself together the best way I could at the moment and looked out the peep hole. It was the neighbor.

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