Chapter Three: AliceA Chapter by The old me“All I want to do is f**k him.” Alice says aloud as she is walking home with me. “He’s a dick, he treats woman like s**t, why would want to be with him?” I knew the guy she was talking about, he dated two of my friends so I knew he was trouble. “Well I’m not going to date him, he’s just easy on the eyes, and I need to release all my sexual frustration.” “That’s horrible reasoning, you sound like a totally w***e.” I knew a lot of other w****s, and she really never seemed like one in my eyes, till now. “Hey it’s not like he won’t like it or be on aboard with it, so chill out. And we aren’t going to f**k, just going to have a little other types of sexual fun.” Alice would never give up the major card of sex, but still doing other sexual things was still being a w***e in my mind. “I hate girls who act like that. You should know that. I don’t want you to be one of those girls but you know I’ll support anything you want to do. All I’m trying to say is, if being with him will make you happy then do it, you deserve to feel loved by a man but don’t expect me to like it!” I would never be on board with her doing this with anyone. “Why are you mad? If a guy did this, you would high five him.” “Well you’re not a guy, and you are one of those rare non b***h girls. Doing this will just make you a w***e.” I need to calm myself before I piss her off. “You’re just being judgmental. If I was just going to use you for sex, you wouldn’t mind it all!” Too late, I pissed her off. “Well you aren’t. And if that really happened, I wouldn’t be happy if it was just sex! I would want more with you!” Once I finished this sentence with my blood still boiling from this pointless conversion, Alice and I arrived at her home. We awkwardly and angrily hugged goodbye. Both of us still mad at each other but after a few hours, all will be good again. “What the f**k am I doing here?” I thought to myself as I walk away towards my home. I decided I needed to cool off before I needed to be home. I walked to crematory where my mom was buried. It maybe a little morbid but that was the place I had my clearest thoughts. Death was peaceful in my mind. Standing there looking over her grave always seemed to make me feel a little better. She used to be my stone when she was alive. I miss her every day. After her death I went to live with my father on the other side of town. Soon after I met Alice and the rest is history. I don’t know what to do. I really care about Alice. I want her to be happy. I just feel if she does what she wants, I can’t be happy. She is not interested in dating me. And I won’t ever be able to change this. She doesn’t ever want to be with me. I’m a terrible person. I don’t want others to be happy because I’m not. I hate that all my happiness is attached to having a girlfriend. I want to feel loved. I’m tired of being alone. It’s terrible that I only can make people happy if I’m not trying to date them. Sure, girls find an interest in me, but only sexually. Nobody would want to commit to me. I’m too broken to love. I’m a terrible person. I guess it’s about time to move on from this terrible situation. It’s not like I have other options for girls but I can’t stick around in a hopeless cause. Hopefully something else will come up to help me. I need a change before I lose my mind and will to live. © 2011 The old meAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on May 12, 2011 Last Updated on June 17, 2011 AuthorThe old meLos Angeles, CAAboutIf you notice some of my work is gone, that is because it is. I trimed down to put only a few on the site. Message me if you want to know anything about me. I'm an open book more..Writing
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