Aftermath

Its a little sick and a lot of funny.

 

            There is a girl crying on my bed. I think I might have just killed her boyfriend, so I probably shouldn’t be so turned on. At the same time, I’m really annoyed by her presence.

            “Hey?” I put my hand on her shoulder and tried to sound soothing, “Hey? Could you calm down for a second?”

            Into my pillow she screamed, “S-s-someone k-k-killed my b-b-boyfriend!”

            I groaned and hastily pulled my hand away from her. I glanced out the window to watch a few stragglers stumble drunkenly away from my house. 

            “Yeah, that might have been me,” I muttered. 

            “That was you?” she tore her face away from my pillow to glare at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were stained with tears, it was kind of cute.

            “Yeah, thanks for noticing whose house you were at,” I snorted, “Seriously, only a dumb chick like you would stick around the house of the guy who fought her boyfriend.”

            “I’m not dumb,” she hurled my pillow at me. I caught it and put it down on behind me on the bed.

            “Would you just calm down?” I sighed.

            “Calm down! You want me to calm down!?” she lounged across the bed at me in what I can only imagine was an attempt to hurt me but I pushed her off and pinned her down.

            “If you’re in my room you’re going to calm the f**k down,” I yelled.

            She spit in my face. She spit in my goddman eye. It was kind of sexy. But I have no qualms about hitting women. Not a one. Not with all this equality s**t they preach. So, I slapped her face. She stopped squirming beneath me and just looked up at me. She sniffled a bit. Her face now bore a red outline of my hand. It was kind of hot.

            Somewhere near my groin there was a vibration in my pants. She glared at me. I shoved my hand into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and flipped it open.

            “Hey,” I paused to hear a friends voice on the other end of the line, “How is he?... Are you serious?...I got to run, talk to me later.”

            “Who was that?” she asked.

            “No one you’d know,” I rolled my eyes.

            “Get off of me!” she started screaming again and pounding her little fists against my chest. It was kind of adorable. I grabbed her face and clamped her mouth shut with my hand.

            “Would you just calm down?” I yelled. I wanted to shake her but something told me that would be crossing a line. “I’m going to get off you, but leave when I do.”

            I slowly pulled myself off her and removed my hand from her face.

            “I’m calling the police you stupid son of a b***h, I’m going to tell them you attacked Kevin!” she ran for the door but I grabbed her as she tried to run past me. 

Author's Note

I havent finished. I'm supposed to write a short story for a creative writing class I'm taking and I'm just trying to see if its any good. Like I said, its a little different so I'm worries about it.

Reviews

[Kristin Brecoe]

I like this. you'll have to let me know when you add to it. I think it's a bit too redundant when you say that you like how she's fighting back and all that. the words stick out too much in my opinion.

[The Mad Prophet]

(I check off and on my account, contact me when you have finished)

So far so good. It makes you think what brought the situation this far.

[StoryTailor]

This was fun to read. I'm sure the rest will be the same. Makes me smile. Good job with this.