He gulped.
“So you were fucking that bitch? C’mon man, let me fuck your girlfriend’s pussy!”
“This is my shit man, and no one’s gonna fuck my shit!” He grabbed Annie’s wrist and pulled her closer by the waist.
“C’mon baby, ready for some hard fucking? Just me and a few friends out here, it won’t be boring. He turned to Annie and winked at her.
He turned to Annie and winked at her.
“Let’s go sweetheart. Don’t be bothered by those assholes! Let’s just get out of here. I know you wanna go home now.”
“No.” She paused. “I think I don’t want to.”
“What? Why don’t you wanna go? Don’t tell me you are actually DOING it! You can’t do this shit!
“I’ll take it from here buddy. We won’t hurt her, swear it!” The guy grabbed her girlfriend. He was almost grinning.
“You son of a bitch! Get your hands off my bitch!”
“I ain’t your girl anymore, nor your bitch you dope! I’m not going home with you! He will take me home.” She turned her back on him at once and joined the other guys.
“Thanks buddy. Thanks for letting me hit your shit’s pussy! C’mon babe, let’s do it!”
His face was flushed with a crimson of red. Almost everybody in the shop watched the whole scenario. He could do nothing but to bow down his head and walk away.
emotional planes
He moistened his own lips, his tongue slightly touching his upper lip. The image of the woman’s long naked legs, sitting on the right side of the bus, kept playing in his head as he straightened himself in the seat of the moving vehicle. He was obviously sweating under his shirt. He gulped. He was wet-premature ejaculation. The woman closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Another man sitting next to her shook his head as he looked directly at the woman’s face in her most innocent state. At that moment, all he wanted to do was to run away and forget that he had to take the trip to report to his work the next day. He sensed the danger and he knew he was breathing it like the air. He remained unmoved on his seat. Among all the noise he heard inside the bus packed with passengers, he knew he could hear his own breathing, in a faster rhythm. He gulped. For the first time, he was fucking scared.
a pause before death
He smelled nothing but sweat and nicotine all trapped under his navy blue shirt. He was almost running against the crowd of passengers only to get a vacant seat in the bus. His bags were banging into people’s knees and one passenger got real mad that she yelled angrily at his face. But he could not read the words from her lips that were moving so fast under the beat of the slow rock music of an Eagles song from the bus speakers. But he was sure the woman was cursing him. He knew women to be swearing all the time, just like his own mother and a girl from the past who cursed him real bad when she was awfully drunk back in the old days. He opened the window. He could not help but look at the guy with a semi indie kid styled hair one seat away from him in the left, staring fixedly at a magazine photograph of a sexy woman in her lingerie. Another passenger entered the bus, crashing her luggage against the seats and sweating all over her low necked cotton blouse. The indie guy in front of her, with a few glances at her breasts through her neckline, made a few grins. She was beautiful as he was watching her as she walked towards him. “Excuse me”, she said. “Hi, can I sit here?” She was smiling. “Sure.” He got his other things and hastily put them below his right side. She was beautiful alright, one of those faces that could have been fucked too many times but would still try to fool others by making herself look like she has never been into tongue to tongue kissing, half sex, wild sex or blowjobs all her life. The woman was busy tapping the keypad of her cellphone while he was pretending to look at the same indie guy to his left when in fact, he was trying to glance at her. He remembered his wife, he felt sorry foe her. They could have spent more time together, it was only three weeks when they got married. But he had to work away from home. “You know, every first week of June, it’s always like this in the bus, most of the passengers are college students, they are all catching the trip for their first day of class.” He was now looking to the other passengers in front of them. It was a good moment for a nice and smooth conversation. One oldie was shouting minutes ago to turn off the radio. Good thing it was turned off. “Yeah, its bullshit you know. I could have taken the other first trips. I’m not really used to traveling this late. “She smirked and then smiled. He could not say any word anymore. She was looking again at her phone, texting. Something in her reminded him of someone from the past. The way she pouted her lips while she was texting made him sweat for the second time for the past few minutes. He was shaking inside. The woman looked at him again. She was half smiling, both eyes freezing in that hot Sunday late afternoon.
[an encounter from the past]
Her head was quietly banging against the headboard as the bus was moving along the unconcretized road. Her eyes were barely closed, both hands lay motionless, resting on the top of her tight black jeans. He stared a moment at her left hand. He slowly closed his eyes. He tightened the grip of his knuckles. A once red crescent moon now faded into pink with an image of an eye inside it was tatooed on her. He bit his lower lip as hard as he could only to block the random images playing in his tired head. He was catching his own breath. The pink tattoo on her hand was bleeding in his broken thoughts which failed to heal his scars. He sighed. No one noticed his face becoming pale under the flourescent light.
restoring images
the r0om is the first and last thing i wana scream in my mind. 1oyears ago, i used to sleep here with my bstfriend five years ago..and in one of those beds, i wrote a break up letter to my first boyfrnd and i here i learned to say “yawa” and tried to practice kicking ass at d same tym..the next room is my bstfrnd’s parents’ room..i could have bin dr second daughter..i used to eat wd d whole family and i was always invited in the family outings so in return i would then offer a free massage to my bstfrnd’s mom every nyt after work..the other image of the house i kept playing in my head ryt now is the livng rum..i used to play sungka here, which i got frm my mom wthout hr prmission dts y when she found out she was mad and dt ws how i learnd headbanging, banging my heaD in my room’s wall, next to my parents’ room as a form of a cheap rebellion..i played sungka hr wd my bstfrnd again, and dt was how i got to hold hr brother’s hand for d first tym aftr years dt i stayed dr..we watched movies sitting together wd my bstfrnd and dr, i met my 1st big big crush, leo d caprio..dr, i wtched titanic for almost twenty times..and of cors, i still could not undrstnd d language dt tym..i jz wtched for d sake of wtching it wd my bstfrnd’s bro..
today, evrytym i see dt house in front of ours,i remember my own stories dt are left hanging in my mind
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