Messy Break Up
Scar and Ava have a rather messy break up.
This is a work of pure fiction and does not reflect on real life events
"GOD DAMN IT SCAR! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ava snarled, her teeth fully barred at the 6'4 house cat. The 5'7 leopard female shook with anger as she glared daggers at him. "HOW DARE YOU TAKE THOSE PICTURES OF ME! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING!?"
The male stood there silently, his face displaying a look of sadness and regret. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
"WELL!?" She hissed. She walked over and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to where they where face to face. "We. Are. OVER!" She shoved him back until his back hit the wall with a loud thud. She huffed and started walking towards the door.
By this point tears where running down the pitch black fur of his cheeks as he raced after her.
"Ava please don't go. I'm sorry!" He pleaded as he grabbed her arm.
"YOU'RE SORRY!? YOU'D BETTER BE FUCKING SORRY. I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOUR DERPESSED ASS LONG AGO! NOW LET GO!" She tried yanking her arm away but his grip held firm, though not hard enough to hurt her.
"Ava please... I can't loose yo..." She cut him off with a swift punch to the snout and a kick to the gut. He gasped for air as he fell to the floor. She looked back at him one final time before walking out the door.
"Have a nice life Scar. Glad I won't be a part of it." With that she slammed the door. Even through the closed door he could hear her footsteps and her slamming the heavy metal door of her jeep.
A solid stream of tears where now cascading down his cheeks. He laid there for several minutes, weeping uncontrollably. After a few moments, he staggered to his feet and stumbled to the bar. He tore open the small wooden door and grabbed a large, unopened bottle of Kraken rum. He unscrewed the top and tossed it aside. He brought the bottle to his lips and started drinking.
His throat burned as the liquid cascaded down, but at this point he didn't care at all. After 30 seconds he took a breath and looked at the now half empty bottle.
"Fuck my god damn existence." He coughed. The room was beginning to spin around him as the large amount of alcohol began to fill his empty stomach. He stumbled into the living room. His left leg banged against the black leather couch causing him to fall face first onto the cushions.
"Fuuuuuuck...." He moaned. He turned his head to the side and tried to take another drink. But all managed to do was pour a shot's worth of rum onto the white carpet below. He growled to himself and slammed the bottle onto the floor, somehow without spilling a drop. He eventually managed to roll over onto his back and grabbed the bottle again. He looked at it for a second before shrugging.
"Eh fuck it. Down the fuckin hatch." He groaned before chugging the rest of the bottle. He finished and looked at a picture of Ava and her brother hanging on the wall. A new emotion poured into him. Pure unadulterated rage.
"Fuck you ya stupid fucking bitch." He growled in a drunken slur. He wound is arm back and threw the bottle at the picture. It somehow managed to hit it dead center and shattered. Drops of leftover rum and shards of glass went everywhere. He sighed as his mood flipped back to sorrow. "Why the hell do I have to go through this. Why!?" He attempted to stand only to loose his balance and fall onto the floor. He started to crawl his way back to the bar to get more booze.