What It All Comes Down To

What It All Comes Down To What It All Comes Down To

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Status: Finished

Genre: Other

Summary

A man cannot forgive himself for what he did to the love of his life.

Summary

A man cannot forgive himself for what he did to the love of his life.

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Submitted: April 05, 2012

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Submitted: April 05, 2012

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What It All Comes Down To

The gun was cocked. The blade was ready. The guilt was definitley there. The shame. The sadness. The "I hate myself" thinking.

He took the blade, and dragged it across his wrist. Blood started flowing. He didn't feel the pain. He dragged it across his other wrist. It felt slightly good. His hands started to go a bit numb.

He didn't want to feel anymore. What he did was horrible. Wrong. He thought, I'm going to hell for sure.

Oh well. I deserve it. I deserve to rot for eternity. I deserve the torture. I deserve everything I get after this.

He hurt her. He was drunk. And angry. She just happened to be at that same damn bar on the same damn night as him. It had been almost a year since she had called things off. He didn't blame her. He treated her like complete shit. But he loved her. He loved her more than anything in the world, and she left him. She wasn't being treated like the princess he used to treat her like.

She met some guy there. Apparently she didn't see him sitting in the corner by himself, drinking and drinking and drinking. They looked like they were having a grand old fucking time. She looked happier than ever. She used to have that smile on her face when he was the one who made her smile. Now it was someone else.

He never got over her. He obsessed over her. He missed her. He missed seeing her things around the house. For four years they were together. They lived together. And he slowly became mean. He started treating her differently and he didn't know why. He felt horrible. He pushed away the one person keeping him going.

And now, almost one year later, she's at the same damn bar as him with another guy. He sat there for what seemed like hours and watched her look happy. He counted how many times this prick made her smile. He lost count in the nineties. He made her laugh too. And he touched her arm every so gently. He carressed her face and kissed her several times, the exact way HE used to kiss her.

The duo left the bar around midnight. He waited about three minutes, then followed them outside the bar. He kept his distance, but was still close enough to keep an eye on them and realize they were in fucking bliss with eachother. They didn't notice him creep up on them near a small field.

Using a discarded brick he picked up off the ground, he hit her companion over the head and he went down without a fight.

"He went down in ONE hit? Jesus, you picked a fucking lightweighted pussy!" He yelled in her face, the got down and started punching the lights out of the man.

"STOP IT! STOP IT CARTER!" She begged and pleaded. She tried grabbing Carter's shoulders to pull him off her new beau on the ground, but he turned around and shoved her to the ground as well.

Dragging her by her hair, he pulled her into the tall grass by the trees.

She was begging him saying,"No please no! What are you doing Carter? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP!"

He held her down as he ripped open her blouse and violently pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off.

"This is what you always begged for towards the end, wasn't it? YOU ALWAYS COMPLAINED THAT I NEVER MADE LOVE TO YOU! Well, HERE YOU GO YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'm going to make 'LOVE' to you!"

Her muffled scream didn't alert anyone who could have been near by as he forced himself inside of her. He felt her warm tears on his hand as he thrusted over and over again until he reached his peak inside of her.

By the time he was finished, she was huddled in the fetal position crying silently. It was then that he realized what he had done.

"Molly..."

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed and backed away from him. He backed away from her slowly as she tried fixing her skirt back down and covering herself up in front of him.

"JUST GET AWAY! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

The words were enough to send him running away. She wanted him away from her. He hurt her. He hurt that man. Because he was jealous. He loved her, so he gave her what she wanted. He was getting away from her. She hated him. He hurt her.

And now, with the gun in his mouth, he pulled the trigger.


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