Earth Mama
05-01-2010, 07:13 PM
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I'm Anya. I moved to this town recently... sigh. I'm an outcast with a sad story. My parents died and I was raised by my Uncle. He wasn't the best person you'd ever meet: he was always drunk and abused me till I had to run away. My life with him was a nightmare...
And you know what?
I HATE THE MEN KIND.
The only thing that kept me alive was music. Playing my guitar in the park made me feel like I'm in Heaven.
But oh - another thing bothered me. People watching.
Men were everywhere.
And some were lookers. Maybe I'll meet someone who'd make me change my mind?
This guy seemed nice enough. So we sat and had some picnic along with some chatter. He was married and had a bunch of kids. So, no room for me.
The next day, I went to the park again and played the guitar.
Watchers again.
And I met Tarrant. He seemed interested in me, but somehow superficial to say so.
We had a chat and exchanged phone numbers and told me to call him back when I need him. At least I got something.
Next morning was the beginning of a beautiful day.
I invited Tarrant over and he agreed to come.
And ugh. Surprise!!! Someone forgot to take a shower here. Funny thing was that he was digusted by his smell himself.
Next thing I did after greeting and all was sending him to the bathroom and take a shower. And he did. The LEAST he could do.
Then we had fun. We danced.
Then, suddenly he interrupted the fun telling me he had to go somewhere else. It angered me greatly.
Then I asked him to stay a bit longer, but he was all "Noooo, I have to go!"
I KISSED him. He was somehow pleasantly surprised.
Then, I made him stay with me for a few days... While we did everything.
That night he hugged me in his sleep. I started to think that at last I am likely to have found LOVE.
He hugged me and I was happy. You know, I almost forgot about the abuse I've been going through all my teenage years. At least someone wanted me for more than my body.
The next morning he became a bit perverted. Started to cross the line in a very annoying way.
But I accepted to have a go. He would probably break it up.
Then he started to ramble: "I don't regret spending time with you. We had fun. But I can't stay for long. Even though you are much better than my girlfriend."
This made me jump out of bed.
"Did he say GIRLFRIEND?"
"If I'm so much better than your sweetheart, why don't you choose me over her?" I asked. "We could live a happy life together."
"You know...I can't... I love her and it'll break her heart if I dum her now... err... yeah."
"Than why the heck did you cheat on her? Pervert."
Then I grabbed the knife I kept under my pillow and stabbed him in the stomach.
He choked and crawled until he dropped dead on the floor. I found a bit of anger in his look and I found enjoyment in seeing him so helpless.
After a while I realized that I committed a crime. My feelings were mixed between feeling guilty and being proud of myself. I had to get rid of the body as soon as possible.
I'm Anya. I moved to this town recently... sigh. I'm an outcast with a sad story. My parents died and I was raised by my Uncle. He wasn't the best person you'd ever meet: he was always drunk and abused me till I had to run away. My life with him was a nightmare...
And you know what?
I HATE THE MEN KIND.
The only thing that kept me alive was music. Playing my guitar in the park made me feel like I'm in Heaven.
But oh - another thing bothered me. People watching.
Men were everywhere.
And some were lookers. Maybe I'll meet someone who'd make me change my mind?
This guy seemed nice enough. So we sat and had some picnic along with some chatter. He was married and had a bunch of kids. So, no room for me.
The next day, I went to the park again and played the guitar.
Watchers again.
And I met Tarrant. He seemed interested in me, but somehow superficial to say so.
We had a chat and exchanged phone numbers and told me to call him back when I need him. At least I got something.
Next morning was the beginning of a beautiful day.
I invited Tarrant over and he agreed to come.
And ugh. Surprise!!! Someone forgot to take a shower here. Funny thing was that he was digusted by his smell himself.
Next thing I did after greeting and all was sending him to the bathroom and take a shower. And he did. The LEAST he could do.
Then we had fun. We danced.
Then, suddenly he interrupted the fun telling me he had to go somewhere else. It angered me greatly.
Then I asked him to stay a bit longer, but he was all "Noooo, I have to go!"
I KISSED him. He was somehow pleasantly surprised.
Then, I made him stay with me for a few days... While we did everything.
That night he hugged me in his sleep. I started to think that at last I am likely to have found LOVE.
He hugged me and I was happy. You know, I almost forgot about the abuse I've been going through all my teenage years. At least someone wanted me for more than my body.
The next morning he became a bit perverted. Started to cross the line in a very annoying way.
But I accepted to have a go. He would probably break it up.
Then he started to ramble: "I don't regret spending time with you. We had fun. But I can't stay for long. Even though you are much better than my girlfriend."
This made me jump out of bed.
"Did he say GIRLFRIEND?"
"If I'm so much better than your sweetheart, why don't you choose me over her?" I asked. "We could live a happy life together."
"You know...I can't... I love her and it'll break her heart if I dum her now... err... yeah."
"Than why the heck did you cheat on her? Pervert."
Then I grabbed the knife I kept under my pillow and stabbed him in the stomach.
He choked and crawled until he dropped dead on the floor. I found a bit of anger in his look and I found enjoyment in seeing him so helpless.
After a while I realized that I committed a crime. My feelings were mixed between feeling guilty and being proud of myself. I had to get rid of the body as soon as possible.