Plain Old Jane
12-11-2004, 01:47 AM
It was August 18 when she first came over to my house, she was the first person I've ever spent the night with. Not in the way your thinking, and I am still a virgin, but I digress. She came over and we talked and watched a classic, "The Lost Boys." A vamp movie as she has a prediliction toward such things. My first ambulance call was around 7pm, I went out and came back within an hour, we were closer by then, I was determined to let her know I was interested in her, but right before I could make my move, tones rang out again, and yet another person in my sorry town stubbed their toe and needed my help. So out and back in an hour. This time I came back and pecked her forehead before I sat down to finish watching the movie. The third tone of the night rang out at 10 pm, and I full on kissed her, right outta left field, before I left, and I said psuedo-romantically, "I'll... be right... back." and ran out to treat and care for the ill and critically injured. When I came back we were intertwined for nearly twelve straight hours in a state of continuous foreplay.
We've been together for three and a half months, and for three of those months, we've been inseperable, constantly having to remove ourselves from the room to go relieve our... minds... but seemingly, in the last two weeks, she's completely ignored me. I guess I should have seen it coming with her lack of interest in me over our last two or three dates, even her outright insult of me (your being a jackass! just kidding!) which I attributed to her... monthly visit from aunt flo... (I have two aunt flo's as it happens, really.)
In our time together, I've been rather surprised at certain... happenings... When she said that famous three word phrase at only two weeks into our relationship. When she admitted to me once that she'd actually... well lets just say, if we had gotten intimate, I'd never be able to donate blood again... okay, I'll say it, she admitted to me once that she'd once wanted to know what it was like to be a prostitute, so she did with a friend, some rather... heinous acts... granted, before we started dating... but fuck, this was 2 months in, this is like... 2nd date, 3rd date kind of information... These things and more, but they're really more of a personal perspective thing and immaterial, suffice to say, she's had certain quirks that I couldnt quite figure out.
But never in our relationship did I tell her she was a bad person, or that I never meant anything that I said, or that she was anything less than the most deserving of happiness... and to some degree I still believe that... but...
Like I said, in the past two weeks, she's pretty much ignored me, and not returned my calls nor made an attempt to contact me at all, and to date, I've only made two or three attempts to get a hold of her to no avail. Until I came home tonite about an hour ago and found a messege on my machine from one, "chuck."
"hey my names chuck, you prolly dont know me. I'm just calling to let you know that dawn aint witchyou no more. She's with me now, if I find out you called her, I'ma f*** you up." =click=
While this phone call has little to do with my 'issues', the breaking apart of the relationship may have been, as she has admitted it is somewhat akward(sp) and... well.. I agree, it is.
I guess I finally found all that high school drama that I missed out on, and quite frankly I feel betrayed somewhat. And while I dont blame her for not wanting to be with me, I do blame both her and 'chuck' for the way in which she did it. And I feel an emotion, I RARELY feel, "Rage."
Right now, maybe its the shock or the overwhelming sense of anger I'm feeling that only the sweet tendrils of estrogen(shut up) can hold back, but I feel like doing something very evil... something that all my years in urban vandalism and subterfuge can help with. Something that all my knowledge of human anatomy and pressure points can be useful for. Something that my wide network of friends in the local police, fire, and rescue force can help with. Something that my over analytical, and sometimes annoying, mind can pump out a diabolical stratagy for, a stratagy that once implimented would never ever get traced back to me. Something just plain... vengeful.
And I've been wondering since I started writing this
Is revenge something I... should do?
Is this something YOU would do?
We've been together for three and a half months, and for three of those months, we've been inseperable, constantly having to remove ourselves from the room to go relieve our... minds... but seemingly, in the last two weeks, she's completely ignored me. I guess I should have seen it coming with her lack of interest in me over our last two or three dates, even her outright insult of me (your being a jackass! just kidding!) which I attributed to her... monthly visit from aunt flo... (I have two aunt flo's as it happens, really.)
In our time together, I've been rather surprised at certain... happenings... When she said that famous three word phrase at only two weeks into our relationship. When she admitted to me once that she'd actually... well lets just say, if we had gotten intimate, I'd never be able to donate blood again... okay, I'll say it, she admitted to me once that she'd once wanted to know what it was like to be a prostitute, so she did with a friend, some rather... heinous acts... granted, before we started dating... but fuck, this was 2 months in, this is like... 2nd date, 3rd date kind of information... These things and more, but they're really more of a personal perspective thing and immaterial, suffice to say, she's had certain quirks that I couldnt quite figure out.
But never in our relationship did I tell her she was a bad person, or that I never meant anything that I said, or that she was anything less than the most deserving of happiness... and to some degree I still believe that... but...
Like I said, in the past two weeks, she's pretty much ignored me, and not returned my calls nor made an attempt to contact me at all, and to date, I've only made two or three attempts to get a hold of her to no avail. Until I came home tonite about an hour ago and found a messege on my machine from one, "chuck."
"hey my names chuck, you prolly dont know me. I'm just calling to let you know that dawn aint witchyou no more. She's with me now, if I find out you called her, I'ma f*** you up." =click=
While this phone call has little to do with my 'issues', the breaking apart of the relationship may have been, as she has admitted it is somewhat akward(sp) and... well.. I agree, it is.
I guess I finally found all that high school drama that I missed out on, and quite frankly I feel betrayed somewhat. And while I dont blame her for not wanting to be with me, I do blame both her and 'chuck' for the way in which she did it. And I feel an emotion, I RARELY feel, "Rage."
Right now, maybe its the shock or the overwhelming sense of anger I'm feeling that only the sweet tendrils of estrogen(shut up) can hold back, but I feel like doing something very evil... something that all my years in urban vandalism and subterfuge can help with. Something that all my knowledge of human anatomy and pressure points can be useful for. Something that my wide network of friends in the local police, fire, and rescue force can help with. Something that my over analytical, and sometimes annoying, mind can pump out a diabolical stratagy for, a stratagy that once implimented would never ever get traced back to me. Something just plain... vengeful.
And I've been wondering since I started writing this
Is revenge something I... should do?
Is this something YOU would do?