~Devin's POV~
"How can he just...I... What the f**k!" Reese paces as I lay back on my bed, staring up at the pattern of the popcorn ceiling. "He's on my f*****g s**t list if I ever see him. I'll.. I'll stick my foot so far up his ass he won't walk for weeks. Then I knee him in the balls so he can't have f*****g babies, because they'll probably turn out just like him."
"Will you shut up," I say in a whisper. "Please.... The more you bring it up the more I'll think about him."
"I'm sorry dude...I'll stop. I just hate him." I don't... I should, but I don't. I love him too much to hate him. In this time being though, I just want to forget the pain. Forget him. That's exactly what I'm going to do, bringing the clear bottle to my lips I sip back the stinging liquid and forget.
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Christmas
