A Fox and His Yeena
Again NC-17 and if you happen to be any younger you know the drill. This is the fourth chapter so enjoy !
Chapter 4: Broken Memories
Love. It's something you feel. Something shared with your beloved. Only with your beloved. So when the bond is broken there's nothing to do but lie down and cry. "Drake ? Why have you betrayed me ?!" I ask myself. In a rage I punch the car into gear and floor the pedal with only one thing in mind. To find this Slyde and have him begging for mercy. When I'm done with him he'll look at life with appreciation and every breath would be bliss. My knuckles would be stained, the sight so beautiful, with the blood of his misdoings. Meanwhile Drake is in the bedroom doing his evil thing. What a slimy little bitch he is ! Not even a month ago I caught him kissing another man. I didn't say anything cause I wanted to know how far his antics would go. Stupid me for sinking in the shadows...stupid me for trusting such a character. The car screeches to a halt and I bolt out of the car and crash through the door. "Holy shit ! What the fuck are you doing with...him ?!" I drop the groceries. They drop their hearts. Tension ensues for sometime and then the tension is tempered. "Is this the fag you were talking about ?" said Slyde. "Fag. Is that all I am to you ? A fag that you could walk all over ? A fag that you can use again and again ?" "Let me ask you this. How long do you think I will be your fag ?" " I'm through. Don't even bother apologizing cause I'm not in the mood to talk. Nor will I ever be. Not to someone as cruel as you." With that I walked out the door. I got in the car. Then I drove as far as the half a tank of gas could take me. It took me very far away but not far enough. For no matter how far I drove that mental picture and the grand mistake I made will always catch up to me.