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confused, both as to what the hell just happened, and where I was off to in such a hurry.
    “Hunter, where are you going?” she said, with a pained and baffled tone to her voice.
    “Shit, I’ve got to roll, sweetheart. You know how it is.”
    “But …”
    “I’ve got things to do. There’s a cabin I need to check out. I’ve got to get my shit together.”
    Was it still morning or afternoon? What fucking time was it? I had no idea, but it was time to get the fuck out of there.
    “I just thought,” she trailed off and didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew what she was thinking.
    She was thinking I was some good guy who just happened to fuck like a damn beast, that I was going to lie there and cradle her back to life after I nearly split her in half, hold her softly, kiss her deeply, whisper sweet-fucking-nothings in her ears.
    Sorry to burst that fucking bubble, baby. That’s not who I am. That’s not who you brought home and now you fucking know it.
    I pulled my shirt over my head and brushed the hair out of my eyes. She was sitting against the wall now and had pulled her skirt back down, covering herself up and pressing her legs together. She had her arms crossed and was looking away from me.
    She looked broken.
    Beautiful and broken, like she couldn’t bear to look at the animal standing in front of her who was about to walk out the door after he had just had his way with her. She was disgusted by me, by what we had just done. She had never felt something like that and there was a reason. She was a good little girl. Good girls don’t fuck like we just did and good girls didn’t know what to do with someone like me. They couldn’t do anything but fall prey to whatever the fuck I wanted.
    I walked back to the table by the window, picked up my bottle of beer, and drained it down. It was piss warm, but it tasted good mixed with what was left of Kelly’s pussy on my tongue and lips. I put the empty bottle down on the ring of water it had left and slowly made my way to the kitchen door.
    Keep going, motherfucker. Don’t stop. Don’t look back and don’t stop.
    I stopped. Just before the door. I stopped and I looked back.
    You fucking dipshit, keep moving.
    She was sitting there, arms crossed and sniffling.
    You fucking did it now, pal. She knows who you are, what you’re capable of. You feel fucking good?
    I didn’t feel good. I didn’t feel bad either. I felt nothing. I was good at that and had been practicing it all my life. People get close and then one hurts the other. No fairy tale, no bullshit. Reality . I knew it and Kelly was learning it.
    “Listen, sweetheart, we’ll see each other around. This town has like four fucking people in it and I still haven’t had Grace’s famous breakfast. Maybe I’ll pop back sometime and try it out.”
    “Yeah, sure thing,” she said, wiping her cheeks. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Probably both. “I guess I’ll see you.”
    “Yeah.”
    You silver tongued son-of-a-bitch. No wonder the ladies fall for you and your wonder cock. You’re a complete asshole, Hunter, and you know it.
    I walked through the kitchen door, down the hall, and out of her life.
    Maybe it’s time to hit the fucking road, Hunter. Destroying one diner and one pretty little waitress seems like about as much as this town can handle. They weren’t ready for you, and you showed them who you were. Time to move on.
    As I rounded the corner down the street, I could feel eyes on me even though I didn’t see anyone. I was like an animal in a cage to this town, but I was breaking out soon enough. I just kept walking past the auto shop. Denny wasn’t there. I knew he wouldn’t be. That shit at the diner was enough of a reason for the town to shut down for the day.
    I lit up a smoke and felt the burn in the back of my throat. All I could think about was getting my hands around that bottle of Jack on my bedside table and pouring it over this fucking feeling in my gut until it