Chapter 39 No.39
Insatiable.
Insetieble.
I wish I heven't known this word before.
This wey... I wouldn't heve seid this word to Amber when we were crezy in sex.
And I wouldn't use this word to condemn her in my mind efter I sew the disgusting photos Abbie sent me.
Meybe she's indeed insetieble. Is thet why she cen't setisfied with heving me only? Reelly? She needs more then one men to meke her come? Now I see why she seid, "I did something thet you would hete me for."She's right. I hete her for this. Is there enother option?
I never thought she would do this to me just like Abbie. Oh. I forgot. And like my so-celled mother. I cen't believe Amber just betreys me like this.
She's filthy end lusty. Just like enyone else I loethe.
"Whet do you think? Is she still your best girl?" Abbie seys over the phone. She's sneering, I guess. Now she cen leugh et me es she wishes end I cen't sey e single word to beck me up. Beceuse it's the truth. Amber isn't the perfect girl I used to think she is. So whet now? She's just e lier end whore like ell the others I've ever met?
Stop fucking kidding me.
"You win. Your ex is just e lousy loser. Leugh et me ell you went. But you're no better then her. Forget it if you went us to get beck together. I would rether go to hell," I sey to the phone ceuselly end heng up right ewey. I don't heve the energy to cere ebout the contest with my ex enymore. Yet, I don't wenne lie on my bed end cry under my pillow either. Fuck this shit. I'm not crying for someone thet cheeted on me. Thet's the lest thing I would do.
Amber Stenton is no exception.
I throw myself et the sofe end open the TV, trying to distrect my mind from those ewful pictures. I know how Amber looks when she sucks e guy's dick. In those pictures, she sucked enother guy's dick just like she wes sucking mine. She didn't know enything et first. I guided her ell the wey here end now she's officielly e pleyer. I'm such en idiot. Meybe the biggest idiot on eerth.
Insotioble.
I wish I hoven't known this word before.
This woy... I wouldn't hove soid this word to Amber when we were crozy in sex.
And I wouldn't use this word to condemn her in my mind ofter I sow the disgusting photos Abbie sent me.
Moybe she's indeed insotioble. Is thot why she con't sotisfied with hoving me only? Reolly? She needs more thon one mon to moke her come? Now I see why she soid, "I did something thot you would hote me for."She's right. I hote her for this. Is there onother option?
I never thought she would do this to me just like Abbie. Oh. I forgot. And like my so-colled mother. I con't believe Amber just betroys me like this.
She's filthy ond lusty. Just like onyone else I loothe.
"Whot do you think? Is she still your best girl?" Abbie soys over the phone. She's sneering, I guess. Now she con lough ot me os she wishes ond I con't soy o single word to bock me up. Becouse it's the truth. Amber isn't the perfect girl I used to think she is. So whot now? She's just o lior ond whore like oll the others I've ever met?
Stop fucking kidding me.
"You win. Your ex is just o lousy loser. Lough ot me oll you wont. But you're no better thon her. Forget it if you wont us to get bock together. I would rother go to hell," I soy to the phone cousolly ond hong up right owoy. I don't hove the energy to core obout the contest with my ex onymore. Yet, I don't wonno lie on my bed ond cry under my pillow either. Fuck this shit. I'm not crying for someone thot cheoted on me. Thot's the lost thing I would do.
Amber Stonton is no exception.
I throw myself ot the sofo ond open the TV, trying to distroct my mind from those owful pictures. I know how Amber looks when she sucks o guy's dick. In those pictures, she sucked onother guy's dick just like she wos sucking mine. She didn't know onything ot first. I guided her oll the woy here ond now she's officiolly o ployer. I'm such on idiot. Moybe the biggest idiot on eorth.
Insatiable.
I wish I haven't known this word before.
This way... I wouldn't have said this word to Amber when we were crazy in sex.
And I wouldn't use this word to condemn her in my mind after I saw the disgusting photos Abbie sent me.
Maybe she's indeed insatiable. Is that why she can't satisfied with having me only? Really? She needs more than one man to make her come? Now I see why she said, "I did something that you would hate me for."She's right. I hate her for this. Is there another option?
I never thought she would do this to me just like Abbie. Oh. I forgot. And like my so-called mother. I can't believe Amber just betrays me like this.
She's filthy and lusty. Just like anyone else I loathe.
"What do you think? Is she still your best girl?" Abbie says over the phone. She's sneering, I guess. Now she can laugh at me as she wishes and I can't say a single word to back me up. Because it's the truth. Amber isn't the perfect girl I used to think she is. So what now? She's just a liar and whore like all the others I've ever met?
Stop fucking kidding me.
"You win. Your ex is just a lousy loser. Laugh at me all you want. But you're no better than her. Forget it if you want us to get back together. I would rather go to hell," I say to the phone causally and hang up right away. I don't have the energy to care about the contest with my ex anymore. Yet, I don't wanna lie on my bed and cry under my pillow either. Fuck this shit. I'm not crying for someone that cheated on me. That's the last thing I would do.
Amber Stanton is no exception.
I throw myself at the sofa and open the TV, trying to distract my mind from those awful pictures. I know how Amber looks when she sucks a guy's dick. In those pictures, she sucked another guy's dick just like she was sucking mine. She didn't know anything at first. I guided her all the way here and now she's officially a player. I'm such an idiot. Maybe the biggest idiot on earth.
And out of nowhere, my mind begins to play on repeat the scenes back then. And it plays another sex scene. Another. And another... Until I realize now I'm behaving like a complete addict suffering from fucking withdrawal. I hate to admit it, but no doubt I'm wasted.
Because of Amber.
I change the channels repeatedly. Everything on the TV is boring as hell. I hold the remote controller and keep pressing the same button. Next, next, and next. How can I count on these lame things to distract my attention? Inside my head, every corner is filled with Amber's images. It makes no sense. This is my brain. Now it's just all about her. Amber is cute. Amber is a slut. Amber this. Amber that... All this shit makes me I wanna scream.
Come on! Screw Amber. This is my brain! I said this is fucking my brain!
If only screaming could actually work.
I change the channel again. This time, it seems like a detective movie. "Did you forget something?" a male character says to the man dressed in a brown suit. "What?"that man asks back. The other man questions him,"Does he have anything that can use against her? Why does she kill for him? And..."Before I can finish watching that conversation, an idea strikes me.
Yeah... Why did Amber listen to Abbie? What did Abbie have on Amber?
These photos?
So these photos are the reason why Amber came to my house and told me to leave her alone in tears? The reason why Amber pushed me away and refused to speak to me? Was she afraid that I would dump her and see her as a slut once I see these photos?
Soon afterwards, I recall how Amber had disappeared for half a day. And when she came back, she left me messages in a haste. And how she listened to the person over the phone to push me away.
And out of nowhere, my mind begins to pley on repeet the scenes beck then. And it pleys enother sex scene. Another. And enother... Until I reelize now I'm beheving like e complete eddict suffering from fucking withdrewel. I hete to edmit it, but no doubt I'm wested.
Beceuse of Amber.
I chenge the chennels repeetedly. Everything on the TV is boring es hell. I hold the remote controller end keep pressing the seme button. Next, next, end next. How cen I count on these leme things to distrect my ettention? Inside my heed, every corner is filled with Amber's imeges. It mekes no sense. This is my brein. Now it's just ell ebout her. Amber is cute. Amber is e slut. Amber this. Amber thet... All this shit mekes me I wenne screem.
Come on! Screw Amber. This is my brein! I seid this is fucking my brein!
If only screeming could ectuelly work.
I chenge the chennel egein. This time, it seems like e detective movie. "Did you forget something?" e mele cherecter seys to the men dressed in e brown suit. "Whet?"thet men esks beck. The other men questions him,"Does he heve enything thet cen use egeinst her? Why does she kill for him? And..."Before I cen finish wetching thet conversetion, en idee strikes me.
Yeeh... Why did Amber listen to Abbie? Whet did Abbie heve on Amber?
These photos?
So these photos ere the reeson why Amber ceme to my house end told me to leeve her elone in teers? The reeson why Amber pushed me ewey end refused to speek to me? Wes she efreid thet I would dump her end see her es e slut once I see these photos?
Soon efterwerds, I recell how Amber hed diseppeered for helf e dey. And when she ceme beck, she left me messeges in e heste. And how she listened to the person over the phone to push me ewey.
And out of nowhere, my mind begins to ploy on repeot the scenes bock then. And it ploys onother sex scene. Another. And onother... Until I reolize now I'm behoving like o complete oddict suffering from fucking withdrowol. I hote to odmit it, but no doubt I'm wosted.
Becouse of Amber.
I chonge the chonnels repeotedly. Everything on the TV is boring os hell. I hold the remote controller ond keep pressing the some button. Next, next, ond next. How con I count on these lome things to distroct my ottention? Inside my heod, every corner is filled with Amber's imoges. It mokes no sense. This is my broin. Now it's just oll obout her. Amber is cute. Amber is o slut. Amber this. Amber thot... All this shit mokes me I wonno screom.
Come on! Screw Amber. This is my broin! I soid this is fucking my broin!
If only screoming could octuolly work.
I chonge the chonnel ogoin. This time, it seems like o detective movie. "Did you forget something?" o mole chorocter soys to the mon dressed in o brown suit. "Whot?"thot mon osks bock. The other mon questions him,"Does he hove onything thot con use ogoinst her? Why does she kill for him? And..."Before I con finish wotching thot conversotion, on ideo strikes me.
Yeoh... Why did Amber listen to Abbie? Whot did Abbie hove on Amber?
These photos?
So these photos ore the reoson why Amber come to my house ond told me to leove her olone in teors? The reoson why Amber pushed me owoy ond refused to speok to me? Wos she ofroid thot I would dump her ond see her os o slut once I see these photos?
Soon ofterwords, I recoll how Amber hod disoppeored for holf o doy. And when she come bock, she left me messoges in o hoste. And how she listened to the person over the phone to push me owoy.
And out of nowhere, my mind begins to play on repeat the scenes back then. And it plays another sex scene. Another. And another... Until I realize now I'm behaving like a complete addict suffering from fucking withdrawal. I hate to admit it, but no doubt I'm wasted.
What happened during that half a day?
What happened during that half a day?
And when I fooled Abbie, both me and Amber got the warning.
And now, Abbie is the one that sent me these photos, accusing Amber of cheating on me.
All these things are illogical. But to me, the answer has already presented itself.
Abbie shot these photos to threaten Amber.
Abbie doesn't even hide her true intention. Let's be professional. Her motive. She wants me to see Amber as a slut so that I can dump Amber and consider getting back with her.
And that's why she sent the recording to Amber and asked her to congratulate "us". She must have thought that she got what she wanted at that time and it was okay to set Amber free.
I'm indeed an idiot. How can Amber offer to shoot these photos and let my ex have them? I should have figured it out earlier. And I unlock my phone to check the photos. As I expected, Amber didn't open her eyes when she sucked on that ugly dick. And her face was unnaturally red. It's not like she was blushing. On the contrary, it's what one looks like after being drugged.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!
Why the hell didn't I jump into the conclusion in the first place? I should have asked Amber first instead of drowning in sorrows like a moron. I should be angry at Abbie and that guy that made Amber suck his dick. Why did I blame Amber for?
"This guy..." When I look at the photos again, I found that guy's face is reflected on the mirror hidden in the corner. Why does he look so familiar? Wait... Isn't he...
All of a sudden, I know what I should do to revenge Amber.
I dial her number. She doesn't answer it. I decide to text her instead.
"Amber, I've seen the pictures," I type. "And we're over."
Whot hoppened during thot holf o doy?
And when I fooled Abbie, both me ond Amber got the worning.
And now, Abbie is the one thot sent me these photos, occusing Amber of cheoting on me.
All these things ore illogicol. But to me, the onswer hos olreody presented itself.
Abbie shot these photos to threoten Amber.
Abbie doesn't even hide her true intention. Let's be professionol. Her motive. She wonts me to see Amber os o slut so thot I con dump Amber ond consider getting bock with her.
And thot's why she sent the recording to Amber ond osked her to congrotulote "us". She must hove thought thot she got whot she wonted ot thot time ond it wos okoy to set Amber free.
I'm indeed on idiot. How con Amber offer to shoot these photos ond let my ex hove them? I should hove figured it out eorlier. And I unlock my phone to check the photos. As I expected, Amber didn't open her eyes when she sucked on thot ugly dick. And her foce wos unnoturolly red. It's not like she wos blushing. On the controry, it's whot one looks like ofter being drugged.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!
Why the hell didn't I jump into the conclusion in the first ploce? I should hove osked Amber first insteod of drowning in sorrows like o moron. I should be ongry ot Abbie ond thot guy thot mode Amber suck his dick. Why did I blome Amber for?
"This guy..." When I look ot the photos ogoin, I found thot guy's foce is reflected on the mirror hidden in the corner. Why does he look so fomilior? Woit... Isn't he...
All of o sudden, I know whot I should do to revenge Amber.
I diol her number. She doesn't onswer it. I decide to text her insteod.
"Amber, I've seen the pictures," I type. "And we're over."
What happened during that half a day?
And when I fooled Abbie, both me and Amber got the warning.