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for him. Night.” He walks to the door and leaves me standing in the kitchen staring at him. What a guy. I’m so happy that Allie has such a great husband and am proud to call him my friend too.
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PING. PING. PING. PING. What the fuck? Oh. My. God. My hands instantly cover my head. There are jackhammers drilling in my temples. Fuck!
PING. PING. PING. SLAM! Shut. The. Fuck. UP! I hit my phone and silence the alarm. “OHHHHH!” I moan. SHHHH, shit. Be the fuck quiet. I roll over and hit a soft body. One of my eyes opens in a slit and I see my beauty. I sit up quickly and almost throw up. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I scream. My hands quickly grab my head. FUCK! That hurt like hell. Pax rolls over so fast in alarm, that she rolls right off the bed. THUD! I climb over to the edge of the bed and look down to see her rubbing her head, her other hand covering her bruised and swollen eyes. I reach down, take her hand and pull her up and onto the bed. My hands cup her face, my eyes searching all over it and land on her only good and opened eye. “Who in the fuck did this to you? I want a name, NOW!” She jumps when I yell. FUCK! I take her in my arms and rub her back. “Sorry, sorry!” I move back slightly and look at her black eye. “Who did it? Where were you? Wait!” My fuzzy mind is starting to recall the bar. Oh, yeah. I got plastered, and she came for me. She came for me. Holy shit! She said she loved me. I pull her into my arms again and hug her hard.
Without a word, I take her hand and pull her down the hall and into the kitchen. My head feels like it’s gonna explode right off my neck. I. Want. To. Die. I lift her up and set her on the counter, grab a dish towel and put some ice in it from the freezer. Pressing it gently against her eye, I kiss the other one, her nose and then her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moans against my mouth. I finally release it and look at her. She’s still beautiful even with a black eye. My poor beauty. “Tuck. Promise you won’t get mad?”
Ok, that doesn’t sound good.
“Promise?”
Fuck, how can I say no to that?
“Ok, I’ll promise I’ll try not to get mad or at least control my anger, how’s that?” I say with a smile. She nods and hops off the counter holding the ice pack to her eye.
“Well, um, how much do you remember about last night?” She asks quietly. How much do I remember? Shit, we left the bar, Shane helped get me in my beauty’s car. I do remember trying to fondle her all the way home. I have to smile, my best memory so far. We get home and I kind of remember that I had a really fucking hard time getting my damn seat belt unfastened.
“Tuck, babe, look at me.” My concentration on events is making my head hurt worse. I look at my beauty and shrug. She sets down the ice pack on the counter and places both hands on my shoulders. “When you were getting out of my car, you kinda, um, passed out and fell on top on me on the grass. Your hand accidentally hit me. BUT, I’m ok, really, I’m fine,” she says in one breath and quickly.
WHAT? I turn and slam my fist into the wall. “FUCK!” I scream as I hold my hurt hand. She tries to console me, but I turn around and then back again. “I FUCKING HURT MY GIRL, MY GIRL!” I start pacing in front of the kitchen. “What the fuck is wrong with me. I hurt my girl’s feelings, then I punch her? Now, I’m a fucking woman hitter? Fuck!” I’m screaming so loudly that I stop and take my head in my hands.
My head whips around and I walk quickly straight towards her, causing her to back up a step. When I reach her I cup her face between my hands. “Beauty, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose or even when I’m drinking. I’m not a hitter. Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you or let anyone else. Please tell me I didn’t… Please…” I beg.
She throws herself at me. Her fingers entangle in my hair as her mouth crashes to mine, her tongue invading my mouth quickly and searching. Her mouth
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PING. PING. PING. PING. What the fuck? Oh. My. God. My hands instantly cover my head. There are jackhammers drilling in my temples. Fuck!
PING. PING. PING. SLAM! Shut. The. Fuck. UP! I hit my phone and silence the alarm. “OHHHHH!” I moan. SHHHH, shit. Be the fuck quiet. I roll over and hit a soft body. One of my eyes opens in a slit and I see my beauty. I sit up quickly and almost throw up. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I scream. My hands quickly grab my head. FUCK! That hurt like hell. Pax rolls over so fast in alarm, that she rolls right off the bed. THUD! I climb over to the edge of the bed and look down to see her rubbing her head, her other hand covering her bruised and swollen eyes. I reach down, take her hand and pull her up and onto the bed. My hands cup her face, my eyes searching all over it and land on her only good and opened eye. “Who in the fuck did this to you? I want a name, NOW!” She jumps when I yell. FUCK! I take her in my arms and rub her back. “Sorry, sorry!” I move back slightly and look at her black eye. “Who did it? Where were you? Wait!” My fuzzy mind is starting to recall the bar. Oh, yeah. I got plastered, and she came for me. She came for me. Holy shit! She said she loved me. I pull her into my arms again and hug her hard.
Without a word, I take her hand and pull her down the hall and into the kitchen. My head feels like it’s gonna explode right off my neck. I. Want. To. Die. I lift her up and set her on the counter, grab a dish towel and put some ice in it from the freezer. Pressing it gently against her eye, I kiss the other one, her nose and then her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moans against my mouth. I finally release it and look at her. She’s still beautiful even with a black eye. My poor beauty. “Tuck. Promise you won’t get mad?”
Ok, that doesn’t sound good.
“Promise?”
Fuck, how can I say no to that?
“Ok, I’ll promise I’ll try not to get mad or at least control my anger, how’s that?” I say with a smile. She nods and hops off the counter holding the ice pack to her eye.
“Well, um, how much do you remember about last night?” She asks quietly. How much do I remember? Shit, we left the bar, Shane helped get me in my beauty’s car. I do remember trying to fondle her all the way home. I have to smile, my best memory so far. We get home and I kind of remember that I had a really fucking hard time getting my damn seat belt unfastened.
“Tuck, babe, look at me.” My concentration on events is making my head hurt worse. I look at my beauty and shrug. She sets down the ice pack on the counter and places both hands on my shoulders. “When you were getting out of my car, you kinda, um, passed out and fell on top on me on the grass. Your hand accidentally hit me. BUT, I’m ok, really, I’m fine,” she says in one breath and quickly.
WHAT? I turn and slam my fist into the wall. “FUCK!” I scream as I hold my hurt hand. She tries to console me, but I turn around and then back again. “I FUCKING HURT MY GIRL, MY GIRL!” I start pacing in front of the kitchen. “What the fuck is wrong with me. I hurt my girl’s feelings, then I punch her? Now, I’m a fucking woman hitter? Fuck!” I’m screaming so loudly that I stop and take my head in my hands.
My head whips around and I walk quickly straight towards her, causing her to back up a step. When I reach her I cup her face between my hands. “Beauty, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose or even when I’m drinking. I’m not a hitter. Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you or let anyone else. Please tell me I didn’t… Please…” I beg.
She throws herself at me. Her fingers entangle in my hair as her mouth crashes to mine, her tongue invading my mouth quickly and searching. Her mouth
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