Seven Months

It all happened in the summer of 1998, the beginning of the end of my life. I was working at an auto parts store called Kingsley's Auto. I hated my job, but than again, who doesn't hate their job? I was dating a girl named Alicia Parson. She was very cute, had a great body, and could f**k like no other. We had been together for about 4 years now. She wanted to get married, all I wanted to do was drink. We were sitting around at our apartment one day when she stood up and exclaimed that she wanted to "part ways". 

"Now what's wrong?" I asked.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore." She replied. "You get home from work every night and go straight to the liquor. You can't even pretend to care about me?"

"Babe, I do care about you, you are the most important part of my life, But work is hard and when I get home I like to have a few drinks before doing anything else."

"Well what ever happened to me and you f*****g two or three times a day?" She asked. "You used to come home and practically rape me! Now you don't even look at me."

"I guess that's what happens when two people are together for awhile, They become used to each other." 

"Well I hate it! I want someone who will come home and ravish me every day." She yelled.

"Well, Than I guess we weren't meant for each other." I replied. 

"You f*****g a*****e!" She screamed. "I'm moving out, I'm going to stay with my mom for now, pack all of my s**t and leave it by the front door. I'll be by tomorrow to pick up. You better pack every last f*****g thing of mine!" 

With that, she stood up, threw a full glass of wine at the television, and stormed out.

It was about four or five days later when it really hit me, Alicia was gone. I loved her, but I also loved my alcohol. I decided that the only way to get over Alicia was to f**k as many woman as I could. I went to the bar across the street from my apartment, a little s**t-hole called Louie's. I sat down and ordered a Vodka-7. I noticed a blonde woman at the end of the bar, she was a little on the chubby side, but she had a cute face, and decent legs. I told the bartender to get her whatever she wanted. An hour later, I went over and sat next to her. 

"Hi there." I said. 

"Hello." She answered. "Are you the one who's been buying me all these drinks?" 

"I am. I noticed you were drinking alone, which is strange in a place like this, I hope you don't mind a little company."

"Not at all." She replied. A little smile spreading across her face. "I was hoping to meet someone like you tonight."

"Someone like me?" I asked.

"Yes, Someone who doesn't just want to spread me open and treat me like the town w***e." 

"How do you know that isn't my intention?" I asked.

"Well, if it is, than maybe I like the way you go about it." She said. 

"My name's Dan. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you Dan. My name is Alexis, but most people call me Alex."

"You are a very pretty woman Alex, would you like to come back to my place and have a few drinks?"

"How do I know that you won't rape me?" asked Alex. "or cut me up into tiny pieces and feed me to the fish?"

"You have no way of knowing, I guess." I replied. "But I don't think that I will do either of those things."

"Okay." She replied. "Lets go"

When we got to my place, I opened up a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and than sat next to Alex. She was fairly intoxicated, and she was showing a good bit of her legs. 

"Do you do this often?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Come home with strange men that you meet at bars." I answered

"Do you often invite strange women into your apartment like this?" She asked. 

"I actually just got out of a relationship of four years, so no, I don't ever do this." 

"Oh, you poor thing. I guess I'm only here to help you forget, huh?" 

"I guess your right, I apologize for being so forward." I said.

"It's alright honey." She replied. 

"More wine?" 

"Yes, please."

I stood up, poured two more glasses, set them on the coffee table, and than leaned over her and kissed her softly. She had very soft lips. She was a phenomenal kisser. I started getting hard, and I knew that she noticed. 

"What do you say we go to the bedroom?" I asked.

"I think that would be lovely." 

We stood up, walked to the bedroom, and undressed. We fucked for almost two hours.

The next morning I woke up, and she was gone. There was a note on the fridge. 

"Dan, I had a lot of fun last night. Here's my number.

Give me a call when your feeling lonely"

                                                                      -Alex

I had a new friend. I guess one would say that I now had a "F**k buddy."

We saw each other quite often, but every morning after we were together. I would wake up and there would be a note on the refrigerator. It always said to call her when I was feeling lonely. I called her about three or four times a week. We would always talk about pointless things, get drunk, and then f**k. 

It went on like this for about two and a half months. Than one day, I got a phone call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, is this Dan Fisher?" asked the woman on the other line.

"Yes, this is him. Who is this?"

"This is Laura Williams at Saint Joseph's Hospital. I'm calling about Alexis Hampton." She replied. 

"Yes? What about her?" 

"Sir, Alexis was admitted into the ICU last night, She wanted me to call you."

"What's wrong with her?" I asked. "What the f**k is going on?"

"Alexis wanted me to call you and make you aware of her condition."

"What condition? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not sure how to tell you this sir, so I'm just going to say it." She replied. "Alexis has HIV, She is very sick, She may not last another week."

"What the f**k are you talking about!?" I yelled. "Why wouldn't she tell me that?" 

"She didn't want you to know, she wanted to have a a few good months before this day came."

"So are you saying that I now have HIV? Is that what your telling me?"

"I am not saying that, for sure." She answered. "but, you should come get checked out."

"Jesus Christ, this has to be a terrible joke." 

"This is no joke sir. You should come in as soon as possible so we can do some tests" She said. 

"Yeah, yeah." I replied "I'll come in later today, I just can't believe that b***h would do this."

"I'm sorry sir, I know this has to be hard." She replied.

"How the hell would you know? Did you f**k someone with Aids?"

"No sir, I did not." She answered. "We hope to see you soon, have a good day."

"Yeah, Whatever." I said as I slammed the phone down.

It is now November 21st, 2001. I am writing this from my bed at Saint Joseph's. The same hospital that Alexis died in, I will now die in. My body has not responded to any treatment thus far. They give me about a month to live, maybe less. This is what I get for trying to forget Alicia, this is God's punishment for my drinking. This is karma at it's best. I haven't been able to eat any solid food for six months. I have been fed through a tube until about two weeks ago. Now my body is rejecting all nourishment. I can't even drink water at this point, anything that I consume comes right back up in less than thirty seconds. I am losing weight rapidly. I went from weighing one hundred and seventy eight pounds, to weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds in about six weeks. I hope death that death comes quickly. I have not lived a happy life, I have lived a life of pure s**t. I will die in a hospital bed at the age of thirty two, my body being ravaged by the worlds most beautiful, and violent disease. Alexis, you b***h. I hope that you are burning in hell, if there is such a place. It is what you deserve.

And Alicia, if you read this, just know that I haven't touched a drink in seven months. I hope that make's you happy.