She was still asleep when I left her. Her clothes were scattered across the cold wooden floor of the hotel. The TV flickered silently in the background, it was some infomercial. I promptly turned it off.
I couldn't keep pretending that I liked her. She was a scene in my play, a small sentence in the novel that is my life. However brief her moment was, it will soon be forgotten... and just to make sure, I grabbed the half emptied bottle of whiskey on the counter and promptly downed another shot.
I shouldn't have brought here here, I thought to myself,
WTF was I thinking?!
The answer of course, was that I wasn't thinking. I was too intoxicated and too deep in my own self pity to give a shit. I grabbed my wallet and left the hotel. I left her a grand on the bed.
That should cover the plane ride home.
The smell of used pussy still lingered in my mouth. The thought of her on top of me last night was revolting. I let her get the best of me, I let her enter my life and fuck everything up. She is the reason I cannot be with
her right now. She is the reason I hate myself for doing what I did.
Fuck women. I needed to cleanse my thoughts. I needed a distraction. Luckily, it was 4AM and the only people left on the streets were hookers and bums. It wasn't long before I found a dark alley and releaved myself, it was the worst $50 I ever spent, but it was enough to keep my mind occupied.
Nothing mattered anymore, not the drugs, not the sex, not the alcohol. It was just one big pile of fucked up and I was at the center of it. I looked at my phone and pressed the contact list, and I stared at her name.
I stared for 5 fucking minutes, it was painful. A tear streamed down my face as my fingers began to type on the keypad. I watched the letters appear one by one, slowly forming words. The message was familiar, it had replayed itself in my head all night long.
"I love you, I'm sorry."
Sent.
(to be continued)
Comments (37)
Wow.
gasp. do continue...
:(
...can't wait for part II.
( T 3 T )
whoa... true story? Do continue.
go on..
wow......
Loved it!
(except for the cliches scene-in-sentence-page-in-novel) but it definitely paints the picture - and grabs the audience.
Well written!
why yes, that happened to me in vegas too.
very captivating
Blame it on the alcohol.
Wow. Can't wait for the continuation.
vegas'll do that to ya
to be continued? ?
@wutuwaitn4 - you were the girl weren't you! i knew it wuwu!
love???
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
ok i havent been a long enough subscriber to differentiate whether this is a reality post or story...but damn you for stalling the end.
fuck so ure that bastard that ate me and left me a thousand. didnt i tell you my rate was 3 grand a night?!
now I'm interested...
Must be fiction cuz Yosho shedding a tear? HA!
I think you meant "relieved," not "releaved."
Sorry, I had nothing better to comment about.
Good narrative though.
Oh my god, that was a very beautiful read...