Drunk and Looking for Jobs

"whaaaaaaa....."

Travis growled under his breath...  His heart stopped...  He was about to faint...  And then his brain kicked in yelling at him in his mind, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TRAVIS???  WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO?  NO NO NONONONONONONOONON. FUCK....  FUCKFKKCKCKJW"  Immediately Travis had a headache the size of a mountain and he was ready to die...  He thought about teleporting to the top of a building and falling off and just ending it...  He couldn't believe this...  At all...  Like at all...  This had to be a dream, but why was the pain so real in his head?  He ran through every possible scenario...  and finally he snapped back into reality and spoke after a very long pause,

"How was the wedding and who was there?"

He was frozen...  Completely...  He couldn't move...  He needed her to respond to give him some kind of reference point...  Maybe she'll say that his parents were there and then he'll know this was a dream or maybe a sick joke...  This was something he couldn't have done... He couldn't have... He looked at the girl and she was fine...  Her dress was fine...  She was amazing... He could see him taking her home, but marrying her?  He couldn't even remember her bloody name and he married her?  She better be 10/10 plus 5...  He waited for a response...  He was ready to lose it if he was given any indication that this was real.

Oh this was just too perfect! He was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. The look on his face, like he actually expected this to happen, was enough to make it hard to continue the lie; equal parts because of guilt, and because she had a hard time controlling the giggles threatening to explode out of her. This was great, the exact kind of cajoling she enjoyed inflicting on people. OH, but of course it didn’t stop there. At his inquiry, her face fell, her lower lip jutting out just slightly. The quiver was visible. She stepped closer, sliding her arms around his waist (his neck was significantly too far out of his reach) and pressing her head against his torso. Like this, she would feel her entire body pressing against him; the outfit she was wearing wasn’t exactly thick, and judging by the bare-back and her body pressing against him, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

”Oh, everybody, love.” She smiled at him, looking for all the world like a bride hopelessly happy. ”And it was beautiful! The orchestra, the buffet, the dancing, the, uh-” Here, she turned coy, a slight flush spreading across her cheeks as she bit her lower lip. ”-after-party.” The burning look in her eyes was enough to figure out what she meant. ”I feel so sore after it all, but I am very happy.” She had to turn away at this point to hide the laughter flicking across her face; it was too cruel, sometimes, to take advantage of people like this.

”But come along, dear. We’re going to be late.”

He felt her push into him, he could feel her whole body on his...  The words...  "love and dear.."  No...

"Nooo..."

He cried softly, not fully grasping the situation.  He grabbed ahold of Katrina's arms, one in each hand and pushed her away screaming,

"What the hell have I done?!?!"

He dropped to his knees, he couldn't believe it...  The people he hurt, the people he damaged, and he had the audacity to bring someone else into that pain.  The pain of the week in and week out of helping people murder innocents for a paycheck?  The pain that caused him to hurt the ones he loved?  He brought someone into this world?  He tried hard to fight back tears...  He was so scared...  "How could he do this, she'll die," he thought.  He muttered to the woman,

"You don't know me...  Whatever I told you, you don't know me...  I lied...  Cause if you knew the truth you would kill me right now..."

His eyes were downcast, his head hung, and his shoulders were dropped low.  This was a broken man, who believed he had failed a promise he made to his father...  "Never do anything you regret, Travis," the last words he heard from his father...  And he thought he had just brought a woman into the hell he made for himself and others, an act he could never forgive.

He felt anger, anger that he didn't have a place to release it at. He needed to punch something, he needed to hurt something... His face became red, he began to snarl, and his hands turned into fists, he was going to have to let it all out on something, but what?...

Topic declared dead. Katrina gets 0 XP for this thread. Travis gets to claim all XP from his posts.

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