Hope you all enjoy my nonsensical writing.
He breaks down the door “What do you think you’re doing, bitch?”
“Making some goddamn money, what does it look like? It’s not like you can bring home anything.” he strikes her and she falls to the floor.
“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.” he whispers. “Now get your ass in the car before I beat his ass too.” she climbs off the floor and slowly makes her way to the car. She doesn’t know why she listens to him so much, all he did for her was get her into the lifestyle she’s in. “You fucking proud of yourself, you whore?”
“You were the one to bring up the idea.” she said quietly.
“I brought that shit up because we couldn’t pay the electricity bill.”
“Oh yeah, same old shit about how you only want me ‘trying this shit once’ you can’t blame me for trying to feed us.”
“Now you think it’s ok to feed yourself someones dick instead of some fucking minute noodles? My ass. You decided to degrade yourself like this.”
“I should’ve fucking known to never get with you, Damien.”
“I should’ve known you were a little slut, Theresa.” Theresa began to softly cry. They pulled up to their weed riddled house, she always meant to spray weed killer but she never had the time to. They pulled into the driveway, got out and proceeded to walk through the front door. “Well did you at least make enough to order a pizza?”
“I did, would’ve made more if you didn’t so rudely interrupt me in the middle of it. My rules are half up front, half at the end.” she quickly snapped.
“Some stupid ass rules if you ask me.” He sat down then got on his phone to order a pizza. “Large pepperoni sound good?”
“When has my opinion ever stopped you from doing anything?”
“I’ve always valued your opinion, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“My ass you do.” She mumbled as she walked up the stairs, escaping to her room. She was done, she wanted a do-over. How did she ever let her life go so sideways? She turned on the shower and climbed in. Damien heard the water running from downstairs and proceeded up to get in with her, she never liked it that he feels it to be ok to invade her privacy.
“Hello, beautiful.” he says while grabbing at her.
“Jesus fuck, Damien. I’m not in the goddamn mood right now.”
“You’re never in the mood, but you are when a guy pays you five bucks to hop on top of him.”
“You think I fucking like doing that? I hate being a hooker, I never wanted to do that. It’s just the only way that I can feed you and myself.” She said breathlessly.
“Well now I really don’t care about your opinion!” He exclaimed while bending her over. A sudden ding came from the door. “You should feel lucky that the pizza man didn’t get here later.” He put on a towel and went downstairs to gather the pizza, and pay the man. She sat thinking, crying over why she still lives with this monster. She got out of the shower and headed downstairs. “I know your favorite is pepperoni so that’s what I got you.” Damien said softly.
“Yeah, you always know how to please a women, don’t you?”
“You know what? I try really fucking hard for you and all you do is shit on me. You’re a terrible girlfriend.”
“Wow, shocker, maybe I’ll just go cry, but too bad I’ve cried out all my tears in one day” He slapped her.
“I’m done, I’m going out for a drink.” He yelled while putting on his clothes.
“I hope you get in an accident.”
“I hope you have a miscarriage.”
“So do I, so I don’t have to be stuck with you.” she screamed back as he slammed the door. Theresa slowly made her way upstairs to her bedroom after she finished the pizza. While she sat on her bed, she began to think about how her life used to be. How she used to sit alone at the park, looking into the stars. Inspired by their pure beauty. She began to remember about when she had ambitions in life, when she wanted a child, not a surprise. The ring ring of a phone broke the air.
“Theresa, darling! How’s the baby?” calmly shouted her mother.
“He’s good, Mama. How are you? Has dad come home yet?”
“No, not yet. Still in Canada I suppose. I got you a gift, well, I guess the baby a gift.”
“What’d you get him, Mama?” said Theresa.
“A crib, I know they’re expensive, and money is hard to come by. But I’m glad to know that Damien tries to help feed and clothe you two.”
“Yeah, I guess he does. Well, you can drop that by whenever you feel like it mom.”
“Ok, darling. Sounds good. I’ll call you some other time, baby. Love you.”
“Love you too ma-” the call ended abruptly. Theresa headed outside to go smoke, as she smoked her last cigarette she dozed off. Her long brown hair fell softly onto the seat, followed by her head. She dreamed of doves, flying around the trees with a golden sun rising in the distance. She strangely at peace. Feeling full of air and weightless. The sky began to bruise and darken.
“Theresa,” said a ominous voice “Theresa.” it repeated. She sprung back to life to see Damien standing over her, drunk.
“Theresa! Theresa?”
“Jesus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” cried Theresa.
“No, I’m trying to get in the house. Can you help me, please?”
“The door is open, you could’ve found that out if you actually tried to open it.”
“Oh.. I didn’t notice.” He muttered as he walked in and slumped onto the couch. Theresa covered him with a blanket.
“Go to bed, honey.” She said sadly. Theresa got his keys and got into the car. She made her way to the grocery store, they ran all out of noodles. She got out of the car and headed into the store. While looking down at her list a lady approached her.
“You Theresa?”
“That’s the name, don’t wear it out.” The women hit Theresa “Bitch! What’s your problem?”
“You fucked my husband, you little whore.”
“You’re husband paid me to fuck him, how was I supposed to know not to?” The women kicked Theresa in the stomach. Which promptly made her vomit.
“Clean up your act, and get a real job. Before the other wives in this town come down and spite you.” Theresa is a beautiful little thing. A petite women with long brown hair, a fine ass, and amazing breast at that. She truly was an image of a quite sublime cheap whore. It made sense to why so many men paid to be in her. The only sad part is when she takes the consequences that don’t involve jail time. Theresa made her way to the bathroom after getting off the ground. Pushing her way through the crowd of people that has sworn her, and the angered wife of an ex-client. She pulled down her pants only to reveal blood flowing down her legs.
Oh, no. She thought to herself. She never did want this baby, but she never hoped for this to happen. Theresa rushed out of the bathroom, crying hysterically. She made it all the way out to Damien's truck before she collapsed to the ground. A few people had seen her fall, and immediately called the police. The ambulance showed up within minutes, hoisting her off the ground and onto a gurney. She slipped in and out of consciousness while headed to the hospital. This is it. She thought to herself. The ambulance pulled into the hospital drive way, pulled her out and took her to the nearest room. “You’re going to be fine.” Said a nurse.
“What about the baby?” She asked. No response. She fell under one final time, only awaking a few days later to the sound of her family's cry's.
“Theresa, are you awake?” Cried Damien.
“No shit, numb nuts. If my eyes are open it means I’m awake. How’s the baby?”
“Do you remember what happened to you?” Damien asked softly.
“Yeah, some dudes wife beat the shit out of me, then I ran to the car after seeing myself bleed from my goddamn vagina. That’s the last thing I remember.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about what last fucking happened to me, now how’s the baby?”
“Theresa, the last thing that happened was you swallowing a bottle of pills.”
“What? I mean my life is shitty, but I wouldn’t do that.”
“You did do that.” Said Damien. Theresa sat there in shocked over what news she had just heard.
“Well is the baby ok?”
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