Vince stood at the window and watched her drive away as he let a tear fall
down his cheek. Vince had cried very rarely during his lifetime but he
didn't even try to stop the floodgates that opened.
"That's it," he thought to himself. "After thirty seven years, that's how it ends. Why the fuck did I do it?" The anger inside Vince began to boil. "And you, being the asshole you are, just let her walk out without as much as a word." He clenched his hands into fists as he turned round and looked at the luxurious living room.
He attacked the couch first, tipping it upside down; he threw the coffee table at the wall, then onto the sideboard as he threw everything off it as he kicked it in anger and tipped that over as well. Paintings were ripped off the walls and thrown across the room; priceless antiques were destroyed as Vince created a path of destruction around him.
He finally stopped when he physically did not have the energy to do anything else. He slid his back down the wall and wracked with sobs. He had been abanded again but this time it was worse, this time, it wasn't just his mom or dad that had walked out on him. This time it was Linda, his whole reason for being, this time it was worse and Vince didn't know how to fill the gap she had just left in him.
~*~*~*~*~
Linda walked into the hotel room and tipped the porter as she sat down on the bed.
"Anything else you require madam?" Asked the young boy politely.
"No thank you." She replied quietly.
He nodded and shut the door behind him.
Linda looked around the room. It wasn't as swanky as The Ritz or Four Seasons, the kind of accommodation she had become accustomed too, but it was neat and clean. Not that she really cared; she could have been in a one star Bed and Breakfast and wouldn't really have noticed the difference.
She took off her shoes and lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, tears were pouring down the sides of her face.
Eventually, after a good few hours she managed to cry herself to sleep, trying to ignore the pain that was ripping her insides apart.
"That's it," he thought to himself. "After thirty seven years, that's how it ends. Why the fuck did I do it?" The anger inside Vince began to boil. "And you, being the asshole you are, just let her walk out without as much as a word." He clenched his hands into fists as he turned round and looked at the luxurious living room.
He attacked the couch first, tipping it upside down; he threw the coffee table at the wall, then onto the sideboard as he threw everything off it as he kicked it in anger and tipped that over as well. Paintings were ripped off the walls and thrown across the room; priceless antiques were destroyed as Vince created a path of destruction around him.
He finally stopped when he physically did not have the energy to do anything else. He slid his back down the wall and wracked with sobs. He had been abanded again but this time it was worse, this time, it wasn't just his mom or dad that had walked out on him. This time it was Linda, his whole reason for being, this time it was worse and Vince didn't know how to fill the gap she had just left in him.
~*~*~*~*~
Linda walked into the hotel room and tipped the porter as she sat down on the bed.
"Anything else you require madam?" Asked the young boy politely.
"No thank you." She replied quietly.
He nodded and shut the door behind him.
Linda looked around the room. It wasn't as swanky as The Ritz or Four Seasons, the kind of accommodation she had become accustomed too, but it was neat and clean. Not that she really cared; she could have been in a one star Bed and Breakfast and wouldn't really have noticed the difference.
She took off her shoes and lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, tears were pouring down the sides of her face.
Eventually, after a good few hours she managed to cry herself to sleep, trying to ignore the pain that was ripping her insides apart.