No Goodbyes.

[Kayden (DELETED 1099)]

"Darling you have to understand..." The voice was tired as it came out rough from the man standing there.

"Shut up. SHUT UP. Goddamn it Kay, I'm tired of this ****. You say you love me, but the next minute those eyes are looking at some other girls ***." Screeching. Angry, the usual sounds from Apartment 1b located in the Cali hills.

"Sierra.." Hands scrubbed through the blond brown hair that was currently wavy.

"No **** you. I'm done. You're just a user Kayden, a ******* operator who doesn't give a **** about anybody unless their underneath him. Two years I wasted on you. I love you Si..your my heart si..Lies. ALL ******* LIES." The voice had finally hit the level that had built up over the years. Typical frustrated female who wanted the man to commit and then change himself to boot.

The blue eyes snapped to life with a male fury that was wasted on the woman in front of him. "Don't start that bs with me Sierra. I never EVER promised you anything. I love you, but Im not the commit for life type. I like my freedom just fine. Which you knew from the start. So don't screech to me about how I lied to you. So what if I looked at a few hotties. Sure as hell with you giving me the ice ***** treatment, I'm gonna look around."

He might have said more the woman, who before this moment was a cute blond of average intelligence, grabbed the metal statue of some forgotten gift and threw it at him before huffing out.

"****" The one word comment was enough as his fist shoved itself at the wall. It was never enough. Every single chick he hooked up with eventually ended up at point M for marriage. No matter how much he stressed he was single loving and that was that. Some damn female got it in her head to subtle hint that she could change him, then came wedding magazines, kid planning. Gods the thought was enough to make a man shoot himself just to be spared the bull ****.

Blues cut to the empty fridge and a hand rubbed over his face. "Course she drinks the last beer." Tennis shoes were tied on as he stomped out of the apartment, locked it and took his cycle to the bar. Beer was the only cure for these kind of woes.

[Kayden (DELETED 1099)]

Three "I hate you and die" text messages, Four beers downed, and five pairs of eyes following him around later ended the evening. He still wasn't drunk enough to deal with the crap that had happened earlier. Women. They were always perfect and beautiful for a time. Sweet, cooing, creatures that sucked you into their web of destruction.

Bloodshot eyes looked down at the beer in front of him. "**** man, can't even figure out what they want half the time, but sure as hell you gotta know it before they do."

Getting a woman was easy for him. Lay the charm on, pay attention, give them a bit of good thrusting action and make sure they were pleased in bed. But he didn't want more, and hadn't found a woman yet who didn't some how end up at the question "Kay baby, don't you think we'd make cute kids?"

Sierra, well he'd thought she'd been different. A hot number that didn't ask for commitment and just wanted him home on time a couple of nights a week. Hell thats why it had lasted two years to begin with.

"****, probably my fault." The beer thankfully didn't point out to him how stupid it had been for him to introduce her to his twin sister. Kallie, ***** goddess extraordinaire. Kallie who delighted in telling all the dirty secrets he had and who in her own fucked up way tried to help make clear that he was not a boy who would ever settle down.

His phone buzzed again, Sierra for the fourth time making it clear she was going to kill him or some such thing. Another mumbled comment towards his beer came out before he went back to contemplating the flies swirling around him.

"**** women. Love to **** em, but hate letting them have my number"