"Oh hell no." Mirari was pissed. Her boyfriend-no exboyfriend- was going to pay.
Right now, he's probably
slow dancin' with a bleach
blond tramp and she's
probably getting' frisky
Right now, he's probably
gettin' her some fruity little
drink 'cause she can't shoot
whiskey.
"He's probably buying her some stupid drink. She can't even shoot whiskey" She mumbled to herself. The blond bitch she saw sucking face with her ex was probably dancing all up on him, trying to seduce him.
Right now, he's probably
up behind her with a pool
stick showin' her how shoot
a combo. And he don't know…
Mirari smirked as the sound her car key scraped the truck. The following line was bright, noticeable, and ugly.
I dug my key into the side of his
pretty little souped-up four-wheel
drive! Carved my name into his
leather seat!
She opened the truck's door and glared.
"Idiot. Leaving your car door open," She smirked again, "People like me could get in easily." She stabbed the driver seat with her key and started ripping the black leather apart in the form of letters. Her smirk grew as she finished. Her name was carved into the ruined seat in big, ugly letters.
I took a Louisville slugger to
both headlights. Slashed a hole
in All four tires! Maybe next time
he'll think before he cheats…
Mirari swung Alfred's bat into the headlights, chuckling at the sound of plastic and glass shattering. She stared at her most recent piece of work before kneeling in front of a tire and taking Matthew's pocket knife out of her leather jacket's pocket and flicking it open. Smirking again, she dug the blade into the tire and dragged it to the right. Taking the knife out, she stood up again and repeated the process again on the other tires.
"Maybe this'll teach him not to cheat on me." Mirari mumbled to herself, grinning at her handy work and flipping the knife to put it in her jacket pocket. The vehicle was a massive wreck.
Right now, she's probably up
singin' some white-trash version
of Shania karaoke.
Right now, she's probably sayin'
"I'm drunk" and he's thinkin' that
he's gonna get lucky.
Right now, he's probably dabbin' on
three dollars worth o' that bathroom
polo! Oh, and he don't know, oh!
Mirari glared at the truck again, hate and anger swimming in her eyes.
"He's probably thinking that he's gonna get lucky with her. That bastard." She growled out and brought both her keys and the bat up.
That I dug my key into the side of
his pretty little souped-up four-wheel
drive! Carved my name into his leather
seat!
I took a Louisville slugger to both
headlights. I slashed a hole in all
four tires! Maybe next time he'll
think before he cheats.
She slashed more angry lines with the key and brought down the bat as hard as she could with her other, weaker hand. More and more lines and dents appeared as she became angrier and angrier. All sides of the truck had large gashes and deep dents in them. Mirari stood by the front of the car and stared. She smirked, brought the bat up again, and swung down as hard as she could through the windshield. The sound of glass shattering into millions of tiny pieces was music to her ears as she watched. She brought the bat away from the ruined vehicle and stuck her hand into her jean pocket. She brought out her cell phone from said pocket and flipped it open. Setting it up, she slowly walked backwards until the whole truck could be seen in the camera. She snapped the picture.
I might have saved a little trouble
for the next girl! Because the next
time that he cheats, oh, y'know it
won't be on me.
'Cause I dug my key into the side
of his pretty little souped-up
four-wheel drive! Carved my name
into his leather seat!
I took a Louisville slugger to both
headlights, slashed a hole in all four
tires! Maybe next time he'll think
before he cheats!
"... And send." Mirari muttered as she closed the phone. She grinned and waited.
"Three, two, one, now." The phone rang. She flipped it open and smirked at the loud laughter of Alfred and Matthew. She chuckled a little bit herself.
"Dude! You fucked up his car big time!" Alfred called out as Matthew still cackled in the background. Her smirk grew as she walked away from the car.
"Oh, maybe next time he'll think…
Before he cheats."
I do not own the song, Carrie Underwood, Alfred, or Matthew! Only things I own are Mirari and the plot!