Preface
The only things that ran through my mind were:
What a fucking idiot.
He left his car unlocked.
This is a sign. God is on my side tonight.
As you can see, I forgot to pay my brain bill for the evening.
Now don't ask me why I did it. I, personally, have no clue at all even to this day. All I know is that I was seeing red for about 10 minuets now and it was not going away.
I looked around to make sure that no one was watching me before I got into the door. I wasn't a complete idiot, as you may or may not believe in a complete of minuets, and I knew that there needed to be no witnesses.
I always hated this damn truck. I still don't understand why the hell he cares so much about a vomit green 1998 Toyota Tachoma. I'm not emotionally attached to my truck. Maybe it's a southern thing I don't know about. And not to sound like a Taylor Swift song but, I fucking hate that stupid old pickup truck.
My first instinct was to do something to the truck. Bang up the doors, key up the leather interior, smash the windshield, preset the radio to all the gay stations, all the usual stuff. But no, that wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to do something far shittier than whatever I could think of.
I looked around the truck for something, anything that I could use for revenge. I opened the glove compartment and that's when I saw it. The condom. He always kept it on hand, but call me crazy but I was never in the mood to fuck in the bed of a truck in the rainiest town in America.
That's the time that the demon possessed me.
I grabbed my purse and pulled out the sewing kit that my overprotective mother always sneaks into my purse. I also have pepper spray, Band-Aids, tweezers, antibacterial lotion, ibuprofen, sunscreen, and aloe vera because, and I quote, "You never know what life will throw at you dear, especially with you running around in Forks with all of those goddamn wild animals."
I took the smallest needle I could find in the kit and kissed it.
"Hope this is will be exciting for you, you motherfucking prick," I sneered.
Taking the needle I grabbed the condom and, I'm not going to sugarcoat this, stabbed the son of a bitch. Not once, not twice, but a good 10 times.
I put everything back in its exact spot. I was in and out, like a ninja, or a ghost. Oh! A ninja ghost. I quietly shut the door and booked down the street, all the while with a shit eating grin on my face.
At the time I didn't really understand what I did. I just wanted to get a little revenge and get my anger out. But that was only the beginning.
Because I got my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend pregnant.
AN:
Should I continue?
-cynmonstrosity