Chapter 2: Gatler
985 Words
Email: Marjorie.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
Have you wondered where I am? Give you a few guesses. I am either at home, at home eating cake, or at home eating cake and petting my cat. Which do you think?
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
I said my CAT. Haha!
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
Ignoring me doesn't change the fact that I licked your stapler. Consider that for a moment.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
Marjorie, you know why I have a problem with you? The real reason why? Once upon a time I was short on cash. So short that I was wondering how I would eat for the next few days. I am a proud woman, Gatler. Everyone knows that. I asked you for a few bucks. I didn't say my situation was dire or anything. I pretended to need a few dollars for the vending machine. You laughed at me. It took everything I had not to reach out and stick my thumb in your eye socket. At night I pretend I am cooking you in a big pot. How long until you're done?
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
I miss Chad when he's away from me. He really is my best friend.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
I wish you would answer me, Gatler. You suck worse than previously thought. Can't believe I'm not blocked. Seriously.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
One time when I was about 9, I climbed up a big tree in the back yard. I was scared but I did it. So scared that I peed myself a little. How proud was I to make it all the way up? It would have been great but then I slipped. They always call me klutz. Even to this day. I fell out of that tree and hurt myself pretty bad. Stupid me.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK.
YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK. YOU SUCK.
Reply from gatlermj6@lux.com
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
WTF! That's a blank message, Gatler! You old sack of crap!
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
I really do love Chad. A lot.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
The ONLY problem we have is his mom. Mark it, she's a hag. She is poisoning him against me.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
Gatler, if you had a man I would steal him. And then give him to someone else. You're about as cute as a pile of puke. Smh. Smh. Smh.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
Chad thinks I am selfish. Self centered. Self serving. Stupid baby teeth. Did you know I taught him how to kiss? What grown man makes it that far in life still slobbering all over a woman? It was disgusting. A few times I literally swallowed a mouth full of his spit. Gag!
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
It rained yesterday. I forgot to check the mail. I always forget. I can't seem to remember anything these days. My mind is all fuzzy and weird sometimes. Why? I don't know what it is but I don't like it. I don't.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
If I had a dollar for every i***t comment. Someone called earlier asking if I need life insurance. Nope!
I need a bottle and a roll of bills. I need a new bra. I need life insurance like I need a hole in my head.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
News for YOU. This is the last message I send. You're an asshole. Asshole.
Sweetbomb159@lux.com:
One more. I want everything in my desk. Nobody better take anything! If I don't see my cat calendar I'm going to break some necks!
Marjorie,
Email has failed. I decided to write you a letter. That's more my thing anyway. Don't worry about how I got your address. That's my little secret. I have a lot of secrets. Shhhhhh. Hold your breath for a second and listen to me. Marjorie, do you ever sink down in the tub and pretend you're falling? Or maybe going to sleep?
You know that feeling? Like your stomach is slipping away? Like you're about to drown in bubbles, fall softly down, down. Until your head bumps something and you twist. Let your mouth caress the cold silk. Tastes like what? My mouth makes a suck mark on the tub. It sounds muffled under here.
I watch my hand slide past me, my hair webbing out. Brushing my n*****s. My toes are dainty, painted the lightest pink. I search in the dark. Under the water I am whole. I feel like I am sleeping. Sleeping and never waking. I hate this.
Desiree
Gatler,
I read an article once about sound waves. I can't remember a thing about it but I can tell you I read it all. I like the sound of rain. Doesn't everyone? What does it feel like to someone who isn't me?
I am amazed. Still not blocked. Don't pity me, Marjorie. Save it. Save it for someone who gives a s**t.
Desiree
Instant Message: Marjorie
I am losing my patience with you gat. all of it. nothing is working out. why dont you answer? Ffffffuck this! I'm so tired of it all. #%#%#!!!###!!!!**
From The Desk Of Desiree Pake:
Nobody understands me. I've always known it. It takes a lot to put me over the edge. She doesn't answer. He doesn't answer. I'm beginning to wonder if the mail and email are broken.
Are they ignoring me? What did I do? First, I guess I am a little mean. I have that asshole syndrome. Plenty of people do. People still like them. Chad is hot for me. Even though I ripped up his favorite towel because it had some side butt chick painted on it.
Even though I poured caterpillars in his mom's garden. Even though I mess around on him. I'm wanted. I'm a legend in my own time. Screw them all. Nobody hurts Desiree. Nobody can get me. Nobody would even try!
All I have to do is get through tomorrow. I can do it. Shhhhhh. It will work out. They'll see. I have a PLAN. As far as plans go I think this is the best yet. Don't get it confused.
It's a brand new world.
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