Drunken Break Up
February 7th 2012 11:55
Rayleen walked out of the house. She hated what she left behind. Her husband Craig had hit her! He had come home drunk, and so she walked away with her purse in hand. She could feel the crunch of her face after he had fisted her. It made her worry about her plastic surgery. She had had her nose done on the last year of school, when she was eighteen. She had been proud, but she always had to be careful not to rupture it. It was like a breast implant that had to be treated carefully lest it become ruptured. She needed to treat her skin and her nose well.
Rayleen sniffled as she walked. She didn't want to walk so far in shoes that were worth two hundred dollars. However she did. She walked for a whole hour. She walked past lanes of traffic, until she found a hotel.
At the hotel Rayleen paid her stay, and moved to settle in. Right away she flicked on the television and began to watch. She finally felt safe.
“I am so glad I left;” told Rayleen as she thought about the ogre with the smooth face and a thousand dollars under each eye. “I hated that stupid man!” she gasped, as she looked to the menu and thought about ordering some dinner. “I am so hungry!” she muttered. “I want lasagne and fries!” she said as she moved to look down at the prices. “Yay they have both!” she said before she picked up the phone.
Craig put down the phone. He had called Rayleens parents and had told them that Rayleen had walked away drunk. He wanted them to call him immediately if they found her. They had hung up with tissues under their noses. They hated impure people, and Rayleen walking around drunk made them throw out their minds.
“I am the one who is drunk;” he muttered before he swung another beer down his throat. “Drunk and seeing morsels;” he muttered as his daughter Katrina moved into view.
“Where's mum?” she asked in a tone that was like a child’s more then a week old eighteen year old.
“I don't know;” told Craig as he began to lean back in the chair as she watched the child before him swing from side to side as she stood still in front of him.
“I heard her scream;” told Katrina as she felt a quiver as Craig began to grow sleepy.
“She had broken a nail trying to hit something;” Craig said as he rubbed at his cheek which still felt sore from when Rayleen had hit him with a fake plastic vase - her wedding anniversary gift!
“Is she okay?” asked Katrina as she felt a wave inside of her chest.
“Yes she walked away from the house drunk and will return in a couple of days;” told Craig as though it were a set plan.
“Are you sure?” asked Katrina as she felt her fears rise inside of her eyes. “Cause I thought...” she began, however her words faltered and she looked down in a hurry.
“For god's sake keep your voice down and stop bothering me!” yelled Craig in a hurry.
Katrina sniffled as she jumped, and she looked to Craig with water on her cheeks.
“Come here! I'll give you a spanking!” told Craig as he narrowed his eyes and put his beer down.
“But I wasn't doing anything!” whined Katrina as she began of think about stepping away.
“Come here!” ordered Craig in a tone that made even his bones feel scared.
Katrina sighed. She wanted to go away, there was a look that made Craig look scary. However she didn't want him to chase her. She moaned, shook her head, and then she moved to Craig. She felt like such a baby as she did. It made her feel crook as she walked towards his figure which had an energy that gave her the willies. Katrina scoffed as Craig petted his knee, and then she sighed. She moved to him and she flung herself over his legs. It was so off. She felt too old, her hands touched the hairs of the carpet.
Craig smiled a small smile, and then he lifted up her nightdress in order to see her underwear. He raised his hand high, and then he swung it down. The hand hit the bare flesh in-between Katrina's thighs, and she gave a terrible yell which made Craig give her another, and then another! Katrina felt each slap sting the skin in a special manner, and Craig grew more vexed and he choked down on his aggression. He hadn't even known he was mad. All he knew was that with every scream he wanted to issue a slap more harsh until his fingers tingled!
Rayleen sniffled as she walked. She didn't want to walk so far in shoes that were worth two hundred dollars. However she did. She walked for a whole hour. She walked past lanes of traffic, until she found a hotel.
At the hotel Rayleen paid her stay, and moved to settle in. Right away she flicked on the television and began to watch. She finally felt safe.
“I am so glad I left;” told Rayleen as she thought about the ogre with the smooth face and a thousand dollars under each eye. “I hated that stupid man!” she gasped, as she looked to the menu and thought about ordering some dinner. “I am so hungry!” she muttered. “I want lasagne and fries!” she said as she moved to look down at the prices. “Yay they have both!” she said before she picked up the phone.
Craig put down the phone. He had called Rayleens parents and had told them that Rayleen had walked away drunk. He wanted them to call him immediately if they found her. They had hung up with tissues under their noses. They hated impure people, and Rayleen walking around drunk made them throw out their minds.
“I am the one who is drunk;” he muttered before he swung another beer down his throat. “Drunk and seeing morsels;” he muttered as his daughter Katrina moved into view.
“Where's mum?” she asked in a tone that was like a child’s more then a week old eighteen year old.
“I don't know;” told Craig as he began to lean back in the chair as she watched the child before him swing from side to side as she stood still in front of him.
“I heard her scream;” told Katrina as she felt a quiver as Craig began to grow sleepy.
“She had broken a nail trying to hit something;” Craig said as he rubbed at his cheek which still felt sore from when Rayleen had hit him with a fake plastic vase - her wedding anniversary gift!
“Is she okay?” asked Katrina as she felt a wave inside of her chest.
“Yes she walked away from the house drunk and will return in a couple of days;” told Craig as though it were a set plan.
“Are you sure?” asked Katrina as she felt her fears rise inside of her eyes. “Cause I thought...” she began, however her words faltered and she looked down in a hurry.
“For god's sake keep your voice down and stop bothering me!” yelled Craig in a hurry.
Katrina sniffled as she jumped, and she looked to Craig with water on her cheeks.
“Come here! I'll give you a spanking!” told Craig as he narrowed his eyes and put his beer down.
“But I wasn't doing anything!” whined Katrina as she began of think about stepping away.
“Come here!” ordered Craig in a tone that made even his bones feel scared.
Katrina sighed. She wanted to go away, there was a look that made Craig look scary. However she didn't want him to chase her. She moaned, shook her head, and then she moved to Craig. She felt like such a baby as she did. It made her feel crook as she walked towards his figure which had an energy that gave her the willies. Katrina scoffed as Craig petted his knee, and then she sighed. She moved to him and she flung herself over his legs. It was so off. She felt too old, her hands touched the hairs of the carpet.
Craig smiled a small smile, and then he lifted up her nightdress in order to see her underwear. He raised his hand high, and then he swung it down. The hand hit the bare flesh in-between Katrina's thighs, and she gave a terrible yell which made Craig give her another, and then another! Katrina felt each slap sting the skin in a special manner, and Craig grew more vexed and he choked down on his aggression. He hadn't even known he was mad. All he knew was that with every scream he wanted to issue a slap more harsh until his fingers tingled!
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