Saturday, October 19, 2013

retaliation


It sucks to be me



This couldn't be happening. Sara couldn't let it go. Why would Max do this?

After all, she was the best thing that ever happened to him. She knew it, but she found herself in a stomp about it. Honestly, she was seething mad. Of course, she tore all the pictures of him she could find him and herself . She lit a fire on the barbecue pit out in the bitter cold and watched the photos burn.

Honestly, she'd had a fit as soon as she got off the phone with him.  Thankfully, no one was home to see her destructive behavior. She'd ransacked her room in the process. Funny, how this sort of hurt made her want to destroy everything.

After the first hour, she settled down a little with a bag of marshmellows. She made some smores on her campfire, even if she were under-dress in a hoodie and plaid flannel pants. She was so angry she couldn't even feel the winter chill in the air. Hopefully, the sweets would help, but as she stuffed down the messy cookies, she got to thinking how she needed Max.

He was the best boyfriend she ever had. He was actually the only boyfriend she ever had.

There was Zac, but he didn't really count. That was just an experiment at summer camp. She decided. But Max always did what he was told. She adored that about him. He never talked back. He could make a cheap suit look like a million bucks. Best of all, he was gorgeous and didn't even know it.

Sara wasn't thinking about how kind he was at the moment. Because this was not kind. Breaking up with her in a text. What was he hiding?

So she got in her car and went right over to his house. His car was the only car in the driveway. She rang the door bell, beat on the door. Nothing. The silence wore on in the cold of the dark night.

"I KNOW, YOU, ARE IN THERE!" She began to scream. "I KNOW WE CAN WORK THIS OUT."

But she got nothing. Not a light came on. Silence lingered.

She was in a huff, again.

She looked in her big bag of tricks and found the white shoe polish. She wrote on his windshield.

MAX HAS A LITTLE DICK AND NO BALLS.

At least it gave her something to smile about, but she wasn't satisfied until she slashed his tires.

4 comments:

Cat Eyes & Skinny Jeans said...

Yikes...revenge is never a good idea. :/

Mel said...

I never destroy old pics of me and my Ex's. Cuz even tho I don't like them anymore, I loved them back then, and wouldn't wanna destroy my fun memories with them.

Lol about the windshield.

But slashing has tires was a little over the top... Craycray!!

ivy said...

OH That's scary!

Natasha Gregson said...

She needs to chill and lay off the controlling side of her personality. Revenge won't get him back :'(