Abusive Love And Life
In the midst of the night, a loud crash echoed through the alleys and streets of the city....
"You monster!" A woman yelled.
And this yell along with the crash, came from within a nice second floor apartment, that was white in color on the outside, but on the inside..... Luscious green and orange pillows, spewed across the long beautiful couch of red shades. It went from the lightest rose pink color of red, to the color of blood, all like a xylophone's keys. White and light blue walls, stretched across the bedrooms, bathrooms, living room, and kitchen. And many vibrant multicolor flowered plants, and beautiful exotic rugs, were placed across the apartment.
In the master bedroom two living beings, a woman and a man, were arguing a no-win argument and fight.
“Who are you to go out there and work at Lily’s room downstairs, and whore yourself around there, and screw with that little slut for you!?” The woman yelled.
“I’m not screwing with her, I swear I’m not! She just needed some help in her bathroom, with the retiling and remodeling and the such. I swear I’m not touching her!” The man said with anger.
“Really Sergio, really?!? Are you sure, well you really aren’t acting like it! You just keep going down there, okay? You just keep going down there, you little slutty punk!” The woman yelled again, this time more upset.
“Christina! I will, but I’m not doing anything with her, I’m just helping her renovate! I swear! Chrisco! Chrisco, you can trust me! Okay? Okay Chrisco?” Sergio said, slowly beginning to calm down.
“Alright! Fine Sergio, fine! I’m going to calm down, but just promise me, that you aren’t screwing around with Lily, each time you go to her room downstairs. Please promise me that….”, Christina said, beginning to become unflustered and unaggravated.
“Okay, honey, okay,” Sergio said as he moved towards her, to hug and make-up kiss her.
Sergio wrapped his big muscular arms, around the beauty named Chrisco, who tears were covered and sponge-cleaned by Sergio’s shirt. They held each other for awhile. Caressing each other before their magnificent kiss. They moved their heads towards each others’ faces and began to tilt their heads and begin to kiss, a great kiss. They moved closer towards one another, till they were crushing the air between themselves, and as they did that, their kiss became more passionate. But this kiss only lasted for awhile, a couple of seconds at most, (but it was a quite intimate and loving couple of seconds, might we all add.) Then they did pull apart, but still holding each other as they did and after they did as well.
“I love you,” Chrisco said, lovingly of course.
“I love you too,” Sergio said lovingly in return as well.
They then pulled apart, both with a sweet little smile upon their faces.
Later that night they slept upon their bed, and did sleep quite well, after such an argument, and they were also quite tired from cleaning up after such a violent conversation they had last night as well; with the broken glass they had to sweep up, their ripped clothing they had to sew or replace, and their cracked walls they had to plaster and paint. But at least they had made-up, before it got too late. And might we all say, quite a night that it be.
Later that night, Sergio, had quite a vivid dream.
“Suddenly, something was covering Sergio’s face! Something very soft was muffling him, very roughly pressed against him though! It was too dark to see, but it must be something horrid on the other side. Pressing, pressing against his head. Then he realized that he could not breath anymore! He began to struggle against the forced object suffocating him! He moved his hands across the other side of the soft object, to only to realize that it was a pillow! Someone was trying to kill him, or something like that. He more quickly moved his hands across the pillow till he found a pair of hands, holding down the pillow, against his tearful face. Those hands were delicate hands, beautiful feeling, so soft and luxurious. He feared for who it was, for he may of just recognized who it wasn’t and who it was exactly. In fear he grabbed those fragile hands, and pulled them off of the pillow; or so he tried. He kept pulling and pulling as much as he could to those dear, dear hands, but alas to no avail. With time of oxygen running short, he tried to force the pillow against the assaulter from underneath it. But, it still did not give him any luck of life. Almost unconscious from lack of breath, the light-headed Sergio, tried his last thing he could come up with. “Chrisco!!!” He yelled towards the assaulter. Then suddenly, the pillow came off, and was moved high up, covering the assaulter’s face. “Augh!” Sergio sighed as he took in a big deep breath. “Chrisco! What the ********? What the Hell were you doing?” Sergio asked, beginning to become unhappy, crying, dying like he was murdered by his beloved unborn child. “Yeeeesssss…?” Chrisco asked, possibly smiling behind the pillow. Then the pillow dropped to her sweet, beautiful, eloquent knees and revealed the horrid creature.
In place of the beauty named Christina, lied a demented being. This being had red eyes, and bloody rose-pink horns. It had many fangs, all dipped venom red at each tip, and yet this creature look snarled constantly. It was in a mid-drift top and boxers with jack o’ lanterns on them. On the mid-drift top there was a jack o’ lantern eating a giant candy corn. And this being also had purple claws! It had a smirk like Christina too, but with fangs. Sergio then realized that it had the same face and body as Christina. And the same creepy voice as Christina. But this was too strange for him, so much he almost fainted. Not because of the fact of fear or confusion, but because he was still light-headed from the suffocation.
“I-I-I-Augh, hate you Sergio! But I still love you,” Christina said, with quite a demented roar.
The being then grabbed the pillow again, and pushed it down unto Sergio’s face once more, to try and suffocate him.
Sergio gasped for breath, and immediately gave in. He struggled some, trying to get it off of him, pushing as much as his massive muscles could, but to no avail. He kept trying and trying, but nothing seemed to work. He kept calling out Chrisco, and Christina, gasping for breath and for her to stop… But nothing seemed to work. Finally, he just gave up, and allowed it to take place and slowly and horridly kill him off slowly. He could feel himself, slipping away, his lungs flattening, after they bursted with their deadly carbon monoxide, that had been filling his lungs instead of fresh warm air. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he then released all air left in the small crevice of his lungs’ remains. He then fainted, to the cry and maniacal laughter of Christina…
He then woke up from that awful dream.
“Christina!!!!!” Sergio yelled as he jutted straight up like fountain.
“What?!” Christina asked yelling, in a shocked surprised state. Christina then held her upper body up, drowsy but wide awake.
“What is it, baby?” Christina asked, with a weird sounding mood.
“I had the weirdest dre-,” Sergio was saying until something tramatic happened.
STAB! Christina stabbed the Hell out of Sergio with a kitchen knife, and it was directed right into the stomach of Sergio. Sergio coughed in agony of how painful it was, it hurt so much he could not scream. Sergio began to quiver some at how much blood there was and looking at Christina’s hands holding dearly onto the knife.
“He he he!” Christina laughed maniacally, as she began to pull up her hands along with the knife, Sergio quickly pushed her off of the bed, and unto the floor of the master bedroom.
“Ooof!” Is the noise she made, when she fell to the floor and landed on her back. She moaned a little in pain, and while doing so, Sergio, quickly and agonizingly got up, got off the bed, and began to run to the doorway. Christina suddenly grabbed him from his back on his shoulder with her right hand, and swung him around, and stabbed him right in his chest this was the last thing he saw and heard of was Christian saying, “I’m Christina,” in a pleasant, sweet voice. But she also said, “I’m Chrisco too,” she said in a twisted, sick voice. As Sergio knees went to the floor along with his body, he began to cough up blood, and as the pain was settling while he was going closer to the floor, Chrisco stabbed him yet again, and again, and again!!!!!! Over and over again she stabbed him constanly. And after all this stabbing, she began to feed on his body, his blood-soaked, fresh body.
The End.
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