AUTHORS NOTE: WOAH. Major Alison pissy-ness ahead. WATCHOUT. :O. I'm popping out fanfics like babies lately, hehe. I could change my little ID thing to Fanfic Whore. Which would be interesting, because instead of signing all my reviews - Scarfy I could sign them - Whore and that would make me laugh. Anyway, digression over. Enjoy the fic.

I'm sick of playing these games, Benny. I'm sick of it. I can't do it anymore. I'm so sick of jumping through hoops for you and forgetting and forgiving and doing all I can to make this work, from dealing with your old little friends- yes, I know what they call me behind my back- to your other women of the moment. I'm sick of giving you everything, everything I have, Benny, and getting nothing back.

Do you even know what today is? Hell, do you even care?

Two years ago you dragged me into the god damn cold and snow for no apparent reason. It was okay then though, your hands were warm and your smile was warm and you promised me I'd love it. We walked ten blocks in the middle of winter and I complained about how my lips were chapped and how my hair was covered with snow and you just laughed and told me not to worry about it. To trust you. You say that a lot, Benny. You still do.

You grabbed my hand and took me into this dingy little hotel and I complained about the dust and the smell and the risque poster on the wall. I asked where we were going, what we were doing, and why. You pressed a finger to your lips and your lips to my fingers and told me to trust you. And I did.

You took me to this little back room with candles in it. Seven of them, as I remember. Seven big red candles against the scarlet walls, each of their little flames in perfect line. I knew before I took a step in there you wanted to marry me, Benny.

You then told me that you'd love me forever. You told me that you'd care about me forever. You told me I'd be the only one forever.

And how long did forever last for us? Until the candles burnt out? That's hardly forever, Benny.

Then you pulled out a ring with seven diamonds on it. Just like the seven candles. Three little ones on each side and a larger on in the center. It glimmered this warm, light sort of shine in the little room. You got down on one knee. And then you told me to trust you. I did.

But in the following two years, do you know what those seven diamonds have represented to me? Do you know what I think about every time that I look down at them?

Seven women you cheated on me for. Seven friends that tore us apart. Seven fights we've had. Seven months apart. The mere seven times you said you loved me sense that night.

I don't want to play these games anymore. I don't want to try this hard to watch you fail me and then expect me back with a simple, 'Trust me, Ali'. No, I do not trust you, Benny. Not anymore.

You don't love me and you don't care about me and I'm not the only the one. You lied, Benny. As soon as those candles burnt out and the 'I do's were said you were done. Your vow was through and you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted.

Was it all just a game to you, Benny? Was it just something you can play for awhile but then you get sick of it and drop it? Was it just a little bet to see how long you could lead me on like that? How long you could love me for my money and have sex with as many girls as you pleased?

Well, that's it. Take your seven diamonded ring, get the hell out of my house and have a fucking nice anniversary because I'm sick of it.

Game over, Benny. Game over.