Nathan - Late Evening of Wednesday, the 28th
Who the hell was that fucker? I’ve never seen him before. If I do again, I’ll kill them both for this.
That asshole for touching what’s mine and Lola for f*****g around. Stupid b***h, she’s a f*****g slut hypocrite.
I ran back to my truck, bleeding and angry with Lola for allowing this. I tried calling only to get her voicemail again. Hitting the dashboard, I let out my aggravation waiting for the beep.
“Who the f**k was he, Lola? That cocksucker broke my nose! You better not be f*****g him, Or you will f*****g regret it, you stupid b***h! Do you understand me? I better not see him near you again, you slut!”
I screamed all that into the receiver and threw the phone aside angrily. Pissed off, I wipe my nose clean before starting the truck.
