Day 26—Blank Slate 3

Charles was on a rampage that day. Smashing bottles, tearing down TVs from the wall. He would’ve gotten his guns and made his way to the range but it had been raining and he didn’t want to deal. He had no appreciation for his dwelling space that day because his job was shit and he hated it. He hadn’t been successful at convincing the last woman on a date to fuck him, and he was furious. If there was one thing he was decent at it was drowning it all in drink and then fighting. With himself, with others, with his lack of peace.

“I know this too well,” he thought. So many images of his mother. Time and time again. Trying to control. Trying to make sure she didn’t kill anyone or burn down the house in the process. He was the man, after all. He was the glue that held the household together. Or was that supposed to be the woman? In any case, his mother hadn’t been functional sober for most of her life. His methods were rigorous and rigid as a result. Sometimes he even washed his hands multiple times an hour for no reason. If he didn’t do his routine, the sky would fall. The world would choke him, and he coughed, with strain on his lungs. The black rain began, and he forgot what he was doing.

He woke up in bed next to Kelly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You fucking drunk-dialed me, you fucking fuck. And for your information, you passed out on top of me last night. You were able to keep it up for about a minute. I think that’s a record.”

“Get out of my bed, bitch.”

“You called me, you white trash, horse-teethed loser. Idiots like you need to stop acting like their dicks are made of gold and that they are doing us a favor by giving us awful, half passed-out sex! You are STILL the biggest fuckin’ idiot. I can’t believe I wasted so much time with you when we were dating.”

“Leave my fucking house, bitch.”

“You know I only came over to laugh at your cock. You know the sex has been miserable for most of the times you’ve booty called me. You know that you’re a RAGING moron, right? I hope that me and the guy I’m seeing now get serious so I don’t get subjected to this bullshit. Next time my Italian ass is calling the cops on you.”

With that, she slapped his face, pulled on the rest of her clothes, and slammed all the doors in his house.

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