No Goodbyes.
Posted: 07 Sep 2011, 22:18
"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.
"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.