Why Didn't You Listen to Me?

As you know, this is a working title. I was originally going to write all and edit and publish it here into one. But I'm lazy and I think I owe you a story. Also, hence the "short story" credit, it can still drift into something else. Also, if you don't figure it out sooner or later, this is a satirical black comedy about the idea of violence as an undertone and really just shown as hate being the reason, along with stupidity. Enjoy.

P.S. this is unedited and unfixed. You WILL see grammar error or plot holes. You have been warned.

A Short Story by EvelioandZgroup

1

Gumball

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't fucking believe it. I mean—shit, really? I come here to see this kind of shit? I mean, fuck, man. I had to come down to see Penny tying up Rachel; watching her sitting in a chair with a roll of tube socks in her mouth (really wide, though—know what I mean?), while back at home I was—still should be—playing with my little sister, Anais, with Daisy the Donkey. You see the connection? Donkey to…bleeding whore with a fucking roll of tube socks in her damn mouth. I mean, shit, I put my fucking dick through that mouth, came in it, too.

"What the fuck did you guys do?" I asked. All I could notice was Rachel's bra strap showing…nice.

Penny was breathing a lot, sweating a bit. I noticed how Carrie was just watching, doing nothing. Though I noticed Teri here…wait a minute, Teri?

"And why the fuck is she here?" I asked Penny, not even giving her a second to speak.

"Carrie?" she asked.

"No, numb-nuts. Miss Breakdown over there," I said, pointing even at her.

"Oh," she said, looking at back at her, almost like she forgot about her. "Don't worry about her."

"No, no, no, no, no, you better give me some answers."

"Look," she began, taking in a deep breath of air, "I was just told what I had to do. All right, Gumball? We made a mistake, and we're in some big trouble."

"And what? You decided to wrap me in on all this? Is that what your fucking mind told you? Tell me, baby. I'm all ears, before I started getting pissed off and just leave on out of here."

"No, Gumball, please listen to me—"

"Don't tell him," Carrie said, almost like she was in control. "Don't tell that pussy anything."

"Call me a pussy again, you fucking Goth bitch. I bet you were found in the bathtub filled with your blood from when you slit your veins in."

"Fuck you, Gumball. I never did anything like that."

"Oh, really? Well, sorry, Carrie, but…you don't have proof that you didn't. So just shut the fuck up and let Penny speak, okay?"

"No, pussy, we got this," she said.

"What—What? Carrie, we don't have this under control, okay? We need—"

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Next thing I knew I flew down to the fucking floor. Hit my damn head down the concrete. I felt every shot like this one big…BAM! I'm done for the count.

I count; she shot five times.

Five times, she really did, with a revolver.

She goes up down to me, looks me in the eye, while I check down on my stomach and just see ungodly amounts of blood. I tell you the usual shit about how it hurts like a motherfucker, but that wasn't on my mind.

What was on my mind was the very fact that I knew there was one more bullet in the chamber. And when she draws the gun to my forehead…I was already dead.