Disclamer: Writen under the infuance of my muse, the Jamster's Jeremy. I own the creep named Bobby, Davie, Davy, Tommy, Dajr, Candy Lane, Hanna Callaway and a few others. Dale well he's not mine. Yes the crazy Minion freek is real and he REALLY is like that.
Dema
By:
DeMa Davis.
She was pissed beyond beliefe. How could he the dumb ass! It wasn't much to ask. For him not to publicly flaunt it. But he got lax and he did. Now she had to pay for his mistake. When it happened nearly three months ago, she had an out. She could of taken it but she'd of been right back. He wouldn't of have learned a thing and so she stayed.
She stayed and planed. He needed to learn and retain that information for eteranty.
So when he said he was planning on taking her on a trip to Las Vegas, Navda so they could take time off just for the two of them. She was estatice. She got him to pick a certain hotel that wasn't exspencive as his pick but it had a great view in room 333. The best view in all Vegas and it did save them money .
Now they were here all settled and he was mad just as she wanted him to be. It was time to teach him a lesion. She did what she knew not to do. Under the guise of unpacking she crossed the room to the table near the full langht window. There was no balcony. Then she just looked at and thought him. It inragged him so much that he hit her harder.
Then he slambed her into the window, but still she just staired past himand made not a sound. So he pulled her towards him and with all the force he could muster sent her flying thought the glass and out.
Her body fell the two stories splashing hard against the water. She had grabbed a shirt so her hands would be bound and she wouldn't try to swim up. Not that she wanted to. No this was her last resort. He was a fighter and knew how to hit and not leave even the smallest of marks on her body.
She knew that after the crash the cops would come. But that was at lest four minutes away. It was a hard lesion to take but he needed it, boy did Bobby need it. Nearly 2 and half years of this was way too much. She snapped, she had left her notebook with all of it planed out and the letter exsonerating Bobby was in her bag under the shirt she had grabbed. About a year ago she started the journal like Oprah. The five things she was glad for, five things she was sad for. What she was planning to do about it.
Almost every day was she was sad she didn't die.
Almost every day was she was glad no one knew and it was not so bad cause her (arm) was only (fractured).
It went on like this so the plane was listed too. Then Bobby would be released and live with the lesion for the rest of his life. The darkness was coming now. She was safe. The water makes the darkness come faster...
And then there was Nothingness.
Dema
By:
DeMa Davis.
She was pissed beyond beliefe. How could he the dumb ass! It wasn't much to ask. For him not to publicly flaunt it. But he got lax and he did. Now she had to pay for his mistake. When it happened nearly three months ago, she had an out. She could of taken it but she'd of been right back. He wouldn't of have learned a thing and so she stayed.
She stayed and planed. He needed to learn and retain that information for eteranty.
So when he said he was planning on taking her on a trip to Las Vegas, Navda so they could take time off just for the two of them. She was estatice. She got him to pick a certain hotel that wasn't exspencive as his pick but it had a great view in room 333. The best view in all Vegas and it did save them money .
Now they were here all settled and he was mad just as she wanted him to be. It was time to teach him a lesion. She did what she knew not to do. Under the guise of unpacking she crossed the room to the table near the full langht window. There was no balcony. Then she just looked at and thought him. It inragged him so much that he hit her harder.
Then he slambed her into the window, but still she just staired past himand made not a sound. So he pulled her towards him and with all the force he could muster sent her flying thought the glass and out.
Her body fell the two stories splashing hard against the water. She had grabbed a shirt so her hands would be bound and she wouldn't try to swim up. Not that she wanted to. No this was her last resort. He was a fighter and knew how to hit and not leave even the smallest of marks on her body.
She knew that after the crash the cops would come. But that was at lest four minutes away. It was a hard lesion to take but he needed it, boy did Bobby need it. Nearly 2 and half years of this was way too much. She snapped, she had left her notebook with all of it planed out and the letter exsonerating Bobby was in her bag under the shirt she had grabbed. About a year ago she started the journal like Oprah. The five things she was glad for, five things she was sad for. What she was planning to do about it.
Almost every day was she was sad she didn't die.
Almost every day was she was glad no one knew and it was not so bad cause her (arm) was only (fractured).
It went on like this so the plane was listed too. Then Bobby would be released and live with the lesion for the rest of his life. The darkness was coming now. She was safe. The water makes the darkness come faster...
And then there was Nothingness.