Hound

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Wendy

I didn't even notice he wasn't coming back until a week later.

I scoff. The i***t left his house. Whatever.

I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I...I was going to apologise to him, and let him kiss me to make up for it.

But he left so, I guess he's straight. No apologies needed.

He's the one who asked for this. And he left? Please. Weak. He's weak.

So what, I blew up a little bit. It's not the end of the f*****g world. Whatever. It doesn't make any difference to me.

He's nothing but a toy to me. A pet.

He's gone, so what. What the f**k do I care?

I smoke in the silent house.

I don't care. I don't care about him, I don't care how he feels. He told me he'd give me whatever I wanted.

I just used him.

Like everyone just uses me.

You know what they say...hurt people, hurt people.

Shouldn't we all be used to the pain by now? Aren't we all hurt people? I didn't expect him to get so f*****g butt-hurt but it just solves my problem.

I was getting to used to that mutt anyway. I got his throne. Got his house. Why f**k would I need him?

Still, I smoke in the silent house. Unmoving.

He served his purpose. I warned that i***t. I told him to leave me alone. He was nothing but a hard d**k to me. He's the one who brought love into it.

I told him. If he really knew me, he would've run long ago.

Wife. Outta me? f**k.

What a pipedream.

I swallow. So f*****g what he's gone. I hope he never comes back. I never want to see his pathetic face again!

Coco, I want kisses.

Fuck him.

I love you, Wendy.

Fuck him.

I'll do whatever you want.

Fuck him.

I just want you to stay with me.

I scoff. Yeah, f*****g right.