read chapter three of my book. not jawa's, mine.

[asamorris]

it's just a rough draft, i have a bit of editing to do yet, so be gentle.







3.
My reflection is painfully accurate. I’m standing there in my dress attire, with the soft orange light draped around the shoulders of my overcoat. My hair appears as wax, a coagulating mess of rain and mousse. My eyes, bearing the worn, tired circles of the evening, gaze back at me as if in some waking sleep. Do I see me, or, who I am trying to see? My thoughts were wandering. In the time it took you to read this sentence, I covered my reflection’s truth, the mystery of a lack of verb for telling the truth in the English language, and the fact that the way we’ve mutilated this language, it should be referred to as ‘American’, especially here in the city. But, a chocolate covered grasshopper is still a #### bug in your mouth.
“Tom?” , she called out from the other side of the apartment.
Back to reality. “Yeah?” the fading silhouette in the glass took back it’s form, re-manifesting my exhausted exterior. “What’s up?” I turned to glance down the hall with the hardwood Brazilian cherry floor she just had to have. The floor that I really didn’t mind giving to her. It was beautiful, but at almost six dollars a square foot, it better be.
The white glow of sixteen vanity lights seeps into the long expensive expanse. I could almost see her voice floating out the door, up to the ceiling like the blue smoke from one of her hundreds, nay, thousands of lung (throat, mouth) deteriorating menthols. “Does this look alright?”
As if I could see it.
“I just want to be the centerpiece, you know? Not to overdressed, but better looking than anyone else there.” Katy in all of her self-obsessed glory.
“I’m sure you’ll look fine hon.” As soon as I said it, I knew where I #### up. “####.” I mumbled, just as her rebuttal escaped her lips.
“Fine?! I can’t look fine, Thomas,”
Not the first time she had used my long name, but it still had it’s reprimanding, pressurized tone.
“I didn’t mean…” I attempted.
“You might not want to get cleaned up at all, Too Cool for School, but some people do care about their appearance.”
I heard her beauty machinery wind down, and it’s accompanying tools drop into the sink, like she was coming to make sure I understood. But, after a few long moments of preparation, I was almost let down when she failed to make an appearance. Must have been taking a breather. Making sure her face lost it’s newly acquired red before matching up her choice of cover-up.
I took a few moments to think up my apology.
Nothing.
I’ll have to wing it.
“Ka-”
“#### off. I’m busy,” in that angelic voice, she sang her gospel. And slammed the door with enough force to scare God. I could almost hear the Brazilian cherry moan as the door rode hard against the threshold. Her styling toys came back on, and went right back to the primping, prodding, and poking to which they were damned.
I walked over to the foot of the bed, and took a seat, assuring that my wet overcoat would become wrinkled, and leave a fight-inspiring dampness in the comforter. Whatever. I dropped backwards, coming to a rest in the middle of the mattress. My chest expanded and collapsed with a deep, rolling exhale. “Out with the bad…”
My self-help breathing exercises continued for a few more moments until the contained air pressure of the apartment dropped considerably, accompanied by the creak of the bathroom door, instantaneously triggering a hard crack into the tile wall. I could feel her taking a few stomps down the hall before what I knew was coming.
“Just who the #### do you think you are?!” Her voice cracked a high squeal with the utterance of ‘####’, that deep inside my psyche, I couldn’t help but find adorable.
I sat up. This required some attention. My hair swung down into my eyes. ‘Give her the gloomy, pseudo-intellectual, mysterious look’, I thought. As if a game plan was any help at all in times like these. She knew I was full of ####.
“Honey wha…”
“Don’t you #### interject! I do nothing but support you and this #### ‘career’, if that’s what you want to call it, and all you can do for me is tell me that I’ll look fine?” She leaned in at me and threw her arms down and behind her, in a way that reminded me of some of those girls from X-Men in a fit of rage. I half expected her eyes to burst into flames. Her face was sweltering red. Her right hand came up at my delicate little cheeks in a surprisingly sexy little grip. I giggled. She gripped harder. I could feel her hundred and fifty dollar manicure popping through layers of skin as I fought back my smile.
“Tell me, Thomas, what is it that you find so goddamned hysterical?” Her voice dropped down to a whisper, still only inches from my face. “Is it me? Am I making you laugh”
Once again, I shot off into a brain packed tight with vague references and useless trivia as Joe Pesci poked up and asked me ‘Funny how, funny like a clown?’
“No answer? Well, how funny am I now?” she asked blankly as she stepped back and straightened up. She stood for a moment and just stared, nay, glared into my tired, red, eyes.
I looked down for a second, and wiped the hair from my eyes and began to look up. “Katy, I…”
Out of left field somewhere, the side of my face exploded in an orgy of pain and pressure, throwing me over and off of the right side of the bed. Katy, if you hadn’t guessed, had punched me in my #### head.
I hit the ground and stayed for a moment, looking under the bed, deciding on whether I would walk away, or smash her beautiful nose into pudding. After a brief moment of inner consultation, I decided.
I rolled onto my feet in an embarrassing display of adulthood. But my lack of athletic ability had no resemblance of my purpose for rising. I stood and took a few breaths. “Katy,” she didn’t interrupt. I always thought that meant she had pushed me exactly where she wanted. “I don’t know what the #### is wrong with you,” I was starting slow. I wanted to make every point abundantly clear. “But, I didn’t say ####, you spoiled bitch.”
“Don’t you call me a bi…”
“THEN DON’T BE A #### BITCH!!” I screamed in some primitive howl, and kept on going. “YOU #### HIT ME IN THE FACE!! ALL I SAID WAS THAT YOU WOULD LOOK FINE!! CHILL THE #### OUT!!” With that I threw my overcoat onto the floor, as with all of this excitement, I was beginning to overheat. I tried my best to calm myself. I walked right up to Katy and stared the six inches down into her beautiful blue / green eyes. “You, need to seriously calm down.”
“I need to calm down? Who was it that just screamed at the top of their lungs, what was it? ‘bitch bitch bitch ####’? She started to turn and walk away.
I reached my gangly arm out to her, grabbed her by those sharp little shoulders and whipped her around. “Don’t you walk aw…”
As she turned she immediately reached back and again hit me in the face, this time planting her fist firmly into my nose. I felt a pop and a crack release a mound of pressure, like my nose was taking a ####. “#### you Tom, you pussy!”
I heard a smack on the floor. I looked down and saw a small puddle of blood laying atop my shoes and that goddamn Brazilian cherry. All of a sudden, my eyes welled up as I realized the immense pain in the center of my surely rugged looking face. “Did you break my #### nose, you cunt?!” I tried to wipe away some blood as she stood there smirking. When my hand reached my nose, the pressure became way too much and I immediately threw my hand back down as my eyes screamed back at Katy. Then, so did I. “YOU BROKE MY #### NOSE!!” I reached out again and grabbed a fistful of her bleached dead hair. She started screaming that horrible girl/banshee siren that seems to wake every decent tough guy in the city, and began to flail her little arms wildly in terrible attempts to hit me somewhere worth it. I threw her to the blood splattered floor as she planted a stiletto heel sharply into my gut on the way down. She bounced off the floor and stopped, laying still. Awake, alive, but still. I stood there wondering if what I had done was actually wrong, and if it was, what should I do about it? I began to take my turn to attempt to leave.
“You pussy, Tom,” she spattered slowly and through her teeth. “You woman beating pussy.”
I stopped. A pussy I might be. But a woman beater, I am not. As I stared down the hallway, I considered a defense, a comeback, anything. But, I figured, nothing I said could make this situation better.
“I’ve been seeing Donny.”
My eyes stayed fixed. I couldn’t move. “I bet.”
“He’s a real man.” She was smirking again. Smiling right at me. I could feel it. “Not like you, you little ####. He touches me so…”
I couldn’t take it. I whipped back around, and in a half step, pulled my wingtips back and kicked that wicked mouth into silence. She fell over onto her back loosely, almost gracefully. Somewhere in that beautiful mound of tumbling cunt, I swear I saw her laugh at me. It infuriated me. My immediate and calming remorse gave way to basic, primitive anger. “GET, OUT!!” I screeched in an embarrassing moment of confusion, frustration, and hatred. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR MANIC ####!!” My face must have been a deep purple. I could feel my face pulsing. All I wanted to do right then was throw my hand into her mouth and tear her #### jaw clean out of her skull. Who in God’s name did she think she was?
Then, from under a pile of hair slowly being stained red, she let out a soft giggle.
I stood captivated. The audacity that she possessed was immeasurable. I had been reveling in this violence only moments ago. But, now that I heard that happy little chirp, I couldn’t help but become bewildered at the awkwardness of the moment. Wondering what I did, why I did it, how it started, and what the hell she was finding so funny. My bleeding, broken, nose throbbed, and dripped. It was a pressurized pain. I could deal with it. Slowly, I brought myself to another calm. Another eye in this hurricane. I took a few deep, long breaths as she let out a third and fourth little laugh. Finally, I was too curious. “What?” I demanded in a wheeze.
“Tom,” she began, stifling her happiness, “you just #### up, my love.”
She rolled over onto her side, and propped herself up with her arm. I could see her face now, through her hair. I had broken her. I wasn’t sure where, not with the hair in the way. The blood was pretty much everywhere. I may have split her cheek open. I may have knocked out teeth, ####, it’s possible that we both shared broken noses that night. I’d never find out. “You just #### up like you’ll never forget.”
Katy looked as though she was clawing her way through the air as she stumbled up to her feet. She was pretty well saturated from whatever her wound was. Her sex screamer red dress needed not to worry of staining, as it soon came under fire from her droppings. Slowly, she raised her head, and through that tangled blonde and blood mess, she looked right at me from under her eyebrows. Somehow, at that moment, I both wanted to fight and kill the cunt, and lay her down on the damp bedspread and propagate our species. The thing that sticks out the most, is seeing her standing there, covered in blood, in that skin tight dress and stilettos, slightly bent, and begging to get physical, one way or the other. Soon enough, she acted on it.
She leaped at me, from a good four feet away, arms outstretched, claws bared, and letting out that housewife-in-self-defense-class howl. I had no time at all to react. She hit me like a #### railroad spike. Her fingernails dug into my throat and kept going as she tightened her grip, crushing my throat in her fist. I fell back onto the ground as she released her right hand and started giving me clean, straight jabs to my already busted face. I could feel the blood from my neck flowing into my shirt, as my nose was being beaten out of existence. She began screeching some ridiculous nonsensical noises with every impact. Now, her blood was dripping into my eyes. I attempted to roll over and get her the hell off of me, but as I did she gripped my throat tighter and I began to choke heavily. I reached my left hand up and grabbed her disgusting knotted hair, pulled her skull back, and delivered a quick shot to the face with my right. More blood came spewing out of her face as she stumbled backwards onto her ass. I rolled up, getting onto my knees, but before I could she was already on her way back towards me. This time, it was my hair that she got a hold of. She pulled my face the six inches away from the ground and held it in front of her face for only a moment. I couldn’t see much, through the multiple layers (and types) of blood in my eyes, but I had got the point. She had won.
“Goodnight Tom.” I could just barely see her grin, before she slammed the side of my head into our steel bed frame.
It could only have been a few seconds of black out, because when I opened my eyes, she was still kneeling in front of me. I was too sore to move. My face was exploding, and the pool of blood and sweat around me was growing. She sat very calm, like she just finished all her work for the week, two days early. As she started to stand, and adjust her dress, I remember hearing her say, “Tom, when you get up, clean this all up, and leave quietly. We don‘t want the neighbors talking.”
I closed my eyes, and started fading back out of consciousness, but not before wondering one more time, how this all started.
It was a full year before I heard her speak again.

[HAPPY?]

46+ views and no coments, don't quit your day job hunnie.

[Smell the Vapors]

I liked it. Very Descriptive, paints quite the picture. The content was off the wall, not what I had expected at all. slightly disturbing, but most of those situations are, when all you are is just pissed, and seeing red, and you swing your fists at the one you "loved" moments ago. I was indeed lured into this situation, and now I want to read more, where are the first 2 chapters? where are the next two?

[asamorris]

thank you STV. I appreciate it. If you would like, I could post the first two.
It's all about a stand-up that get's, well, lost. chap 3 was a "flashback" type thing.

Happy?, I have no problems with you. I wasn't being mean on purpose. I found that you were attacking me on situations that i have no control over, which i found unfair. This is a kind board, where we all get along. I would like to keep it that way. I really did take DW off of google, and yes, I am dick, but not in a rude way. Can we continue on without static? If you have any qualms with me (or anyone), could we please do it through pm'ing instead of out in public? No need to clutter the board with negativity. I apologise.

[draven]

YOu suck... JK....

[HAPPY?]

OK. I think you are a cutie.

[silvercrank]

ow.

eyes.

i will read that when i have more time and less tired. its interesting but i keep getting lost in the words.