To have a day go like this one has… hell, to have a life go this bad, and still be able to walk into a sh*t hole like this one, sit down at the bar, have a shot and a beer and then lock eyes with an angel… and that smile. Miracles do happen.
I have to start at the beginning.
My wife was an angel. Then she f*cked the neighbor.
No, to far back. I could have lived with that. I think it starts with the b*tch leaving me for him. Somehow, despite the infidelity on her part, she still took half my sh*t and left with that f*cking drug dealer. I heard he was making her turn tricks, but I’d have to see it to believe it. I could tell she was using, but I didn’t think anything could be strong enough to turn her into a wh*re.
But now I have nothing. I’m living with my mother again, something I swore wouldn’t happen since the last time I had to live with the old hag, and I haven’t been with a woman in three years. And today my boss at the shop gave me a pink slip. Usually the bar is the first stop when I get done work on a Friday night.
Then I saw the most beautiful green eyes from across the bar and I felt like none of that other sh*t mattered. We exchanged glances for more then twenty minutes. I had lost count of how many drinks I had after a while… then that smile. Right then I knew that I wanted to touch her angel skin, to smell her long, soft black hair. I wanted to taste her sweet kiss and hear her soft sensual voice. I wanted to take her into all five of my senses.
I was starting to feel light headed by the time she ordered me a beer… and brought it over herself. I can’t remember her name, I can’t remember what I had said to make her laugh so much, I can’t remember who paid for the motel room.
All I remember is waking up on the stained mattress alone.
Now it’s coming back to me. She’s right where I left her. I get up and walk into the bathroom and see that she’s still in the bath tub. She looks a little pale. She must have lost a lot of blood. Well she isn’t going anywhere this time.
“Good morning.”
She’s so still. I brush her hair away from her face. I feel she’s still warm. I put my hand under her chin and gently lift her head. I kiss her softly and she opens those big, green eyes and looks at me. I think she’s smiling underneath the duct tape.
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