He visited her house on a Friday night, 3 out of 4 Friday nights.
Usually, she has prepared dinner and scented candles sparkle throughout the open space.
Only on Thursday night, she received a notification from her friend who was out shopping in Tesco!
A short video came through showing a handsome man, laughing and joking with a young boy. If they were the same age you would assume they were twins. With the age difference, you can assume they have some form of relation to one another.
The woman in the video picks up some plant-based milk and shows the man. He kisses her head and thanks her for wanting to try it out with him.
The clip ends with the little boy screaming, ‘DADDY! Can we have pancakes tomorrow for breakfast, again? Please!’
Last night he visited her house. Please remember that last night was Friday night.
Although she unlocked the door and let him in, she wasn’t particularly welcoming. She backed away from their usual 5 minutes of kissing on her doorstep. She strode into her kitchen and began to wash the dishes with some lemon-scented liquid.
He closed the front door and entered the kitchen.
Wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her along the right-hand side of her neck.
She was aroused. But annoyed. She dropped the sponge into the suds and dried off her hands. Walked away and into the living room, picking up a glass of red wine that was waiting close by the remaining contents of a red bottle of wine.
He asked if she was okay?
She looked at him and turned her head away. She reached for her phone and then pressed play on the video.
He recognised the voices and simple said, ‘excuse me, I need to use the loo.’
As he walked slowly up the stairs to the bathroom, he considered the following:
Is the sex that good to deal with an argument and get back in her good books?
Dionne is less stressful to deal with but has that fat cat all in the bedroom.
Shannon is a great cook though and I love everything she whips up, especially for ME!
He reaches down to push the flush button, runs the tap briefly but doesn’t wash his hands.
Runs downstairs and leaves.
After finishing the last bit of wine, Shannon heads slowly upstairs in floods of tears. She enters her beautifully white bathroom and as she steps closer to the toilet, she feels her feet slide a little. She looks down and sees a large puddle of piss, with remnants all around the toilet seat, toilet lid and on the small white rug she has in the middle of the floor.
She spat on her and accused her of sleeping with her best friend and another.
The mom punched her daughter multiple times in the head. She stuffed her mouth with cotton and wished her dead.
The mom choked her daughter and labelled her ugly. She felt that being dark was ugly. If you ain’t light then you ain’t right! Right?
The mom showered her daughter with negative thoughts. She always told her that she is nothing and will always be nothing.
The mom left marks on her daughter. Other moms agreed with the parts she shared with them. They spoke louder so the daughter could hear how disappointed they were with how she ‘treated,’ her mother.
The mom played the victim when confronted with facts.
The mom made sobbing noises on the phone to her friends. But her eyes remained tearless.
The mom blamed the daughter for everything bad in her life.
The daughter prayed and prayed and prayed.
Her eyes are so puffy from all the crying.
The mom lied and cried and lied some more. Her stories spread like a virus.
Our love began back when the days were long, and hate was short-lived. My kisses gave you life. You were dying from being broken down, by a dazzling fraudster. Bitch bred and fled with many bricks. My kisses opened your mind to my amazing inoculations. You suck on my lips like you know where to find my sweet elixir. I giggle, I’m ticklish. I’m cheesy as fuck, but I’m everything.
I’m our sky. I’m our clouds. I’m our rain. I am an abundant quantity of oxygen.
You inhale my presence deeply. I’m toxic. I’m ugly. I’m detrimental. I’m viral. I hold a plethora of bad omens.
You exhale love, each special moment.
At the 96th hour, I let go. You cry as warmth increases to a high wave of heat.
Sorry, not sorry. I have no time for your ignorance. I have no patience for your questions. Babe, you’re a damn good kisser. But I can’t muster the energy to understand your deceit. Talkin’ bout, you want more and more from my half of this partnership. But you gave me unread messages, ignored phone calls and divided time, love and appreciation.
Your heart is beating faster and faster, beating your insides and showing your nonsense out.
Pause. I can hear the angels calling you. Only, the deal I made with Lucifer, meant that as your heart pounds you to death, your soul will be absorbed by nothing and no one. It’ll flow around our world aimlessly and unseen.
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