"what should I wear when I meet him tomorrow? I've been waiting for eleven whole years for this. should I wear pants, or skirt? Which is better?" I just stood in front of my almost empty wardrobe, thinking of the right attire to pick when going into the battle field.
*Bang* A sudden sound came from the inside of my bathroom. "that disgusting rat is at it again" it just irritates me and makes me hiss all the time.
But then I have much pressing matters than dealing with a rat that's living in my bathroom. So I turn my attention back to my wardrobe. Well if it could be called that.
"should I just quickly wash the ones I wore today, those are like my best outfit" I mutter to myself, picking up a blouse from the wardrobe, but I just shake my head at this one. No.
"This one does not look fierce enough. I guess I'll have to wash this once right away"
I pick up the clothes I wore earlier this morning when I went job hunting, and plop them on my rickety bed.
*Grghnng Grghnng* my calculator phone rings.
I walk over to the phone, and I just switch the useless thing off. Not caring to know who it was that was calling when it was past eight in the evening already.
My eye drifts to the picture that sat on my desk, a young man holding the hand of a little girl.
My hands reached for the picture, tracing the man's figure with my fingers. Tears glistening in my bright hazel eyes.
The muffled bang from the bathroom still persisted, and I could only hiss at the audacity of the disgusting rat.
"don't worry brother, I finally have him" I sniffle as my nose was already stuffy from the little sobs, my eyes glued to the man in the picture.
"I finally have Bruce Kent, and I promise he is going to pay for taking you away from me" I determined. Looking up at the mirror to see my reflection.
But that was impossible, for the mirror was completely covered with pictures of Bruce Kent, in different locations and doing various things.
"and I will.. *bang* the stupid rat sounded again.
Deciding to just ignore it, I continued..
"And I will.. *bang*... I will make sure.. *bang*... And I will make sure that.. *Bang* came the muffled noise from my bathroom again. And I just couldn't take it any more.
Glaring wickedly at my bathroom door, my whole anger spilling out of my head. I pick up the clothes I planned on washing, and match toward the bathroom fuming.
Picking up an Harlequin replica kind of baseball bat, I turn open the doorknob, ready to squash the stupid rat.
"You miserable disgusting rat, didn't you see that I was having an alone moment just now, why did you have to interrupt" I lift the bat high up in the air, and bring it down brutally on the head of the already bloody man that laid tied up on the ground.
"Never interrupt a woman's alone time, didn't your mother ever teach you that??" I railed, angrily bringing down the baseball bat on the man's head one more time, and another hit, and then another hit, and then another hit, blood splashing all over my bathroom walls.., and even.., even..
*gasps* "look what you made me do. Now there's blood all over the clothes I want to wash. It's my finest skirt and blouse you idiot... Now I'll have to spend extra time washing"
I was so mad, my eyes became dark and vicious, he made my cloth filthy. And I wanted to just stomp on his already bashed head, wanted to do it nonstop. And I did. But not before wearing my boot.
Now with my boot on, I vent my anger on the lifeless body of the man, stomping on his head over and over and over and...
Wait., woah,woah,woah, wait stop. I'm not trying to make it sound like I'm being bad.
But then, a girl needs a way to vent her anger. And besides, do you know how much I bought that skirt and blouse. It cost me $5 for the skirt and $3 and 6cents for the blouse. Do you know how much that is?? And this disgusting rat stained it. So I'm going to stomp_ my_ boot_ into _ his _ miserable—head.
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"Good f*cking morning Bruce, it's a brand new day, and new days come with new work, so get your lazy sleepy butt up and let's go to work"
Barb rings the alarm to wake me up, I already abandoned my beautiful masters bedroom because of what those two idiots did in my house.
Now I had taken Solace in one of the other rooms in the house, which is actually no less than the masters bedroom.
"Good Morning Barb" *YAWN* Stretching my entire body, like a cat waking up from an afternoon nap.
"I guess I'll have to go to work this morning too. Is it necessary??" *YAWN*
I plop my head face-flat on my pillow, sticking my butt up in the air.
" Well you f*cking have to if you want to continue putting on the Charade of a decent, lame and nice man, and if you want to work your way up with blood sweat and tears."
"Damn, I could pat myself in the head for being so smart. I'm just oozing with wisdom."
"first thing first, Charade? I'm not putting up a Charade Barb, well I'm not lame too, but I'm actually very nice and decent."
"uh_huh, and I'm actually Nicki Minaj living in your roof" Barb sneered.
"And also, now that I think of it, why do I have to make my way up with my own blood sweat and tears. I think daddy is just old school. In fact why do I even have to work my way up to anywhere. At this point, I should be worth more than the whole company itself."
I mean why?
"Now Bruce, first of all you have to do it because even though you don't show it to those f*cking people, I know it. You are the most egotistic, narcissistic and prideful man I've ever seen."
Gosh she knows me so well.
"Even if you feel like you don't want a part of the company now, and you wouldn't mind someone else running it after your old man.. You know.. After he.. After he retires, you could wake up tomorrow and decide that the whole thing was actually rightfully yours, and you'd want it all back. That's the kind of person you are."
Damn, she really knows me way better than I know myself.
" and besides, if you quit working, how are you going to explain you immense wealth?"
Well its not like it can be explained even now, because your account balance is enough to pay the salaries of every single worker in the company for years, and still have extra to last you a life time.
Sorry, I meant his accounts not account. He has multiple accounts all over, in different names, and different places and I mange everything from here. His account balance is...
Oops, I've said too much again.
"Wait, Barb you say I'm the most egotistic and prideful man you've ever seen. How many men have you ever seen apart from me?"
"Gosh Bruce, out of everything I said, that was the only thing you got. Really, Really."
"No, I'm just saying you know.. You don't interact with other men but me, so how could..."
" Bruce what the f*ck is wrong with you huh. I'm trying to tell you the truth here, but you're just diverting to something else.. F*ck you Bruce, F*ck you."
"Well I'd have loved to do that with you Barb, but you're just a computer, so I don't think that kind of relationship will work between us."
"That's it, you're not being serious. I'm putting myself to sleep. Good luck doing everything without me you f*cking perverted pygmy" Barb angrily says.
"wait, wait wait Barb, come on"
"what, what Bruce. I'm going to sleep mode, and that's f*cking final"
"alright, I get it. But just do one thing for me before you go to sleep. Please" I tried sounding like I was begging my sulking wife.
"What Bruce, nothing you say would change my mind. I'm going to sleep"
"I get it, but just.. I need some kind of vibe as I'm getting ready for work.. Help me with Bruno Mars Finesse, I feel like I'm dripping in finesse this morning."
Sometimes, just sometimes, I f*cking wish I was human so I could slap him right across the face. But then I guess he'll just gut my insides out.
Well let's just let him drip.
One doze of daily Finesse coming right up. I also love Bruno Mars and Cardi B, so.. Eeeooowwwnnn