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Everything was fucking ruined! Our magical road trip to bring us into a serious relationship was ruined because of Rachel! What was she even doing here?! I'll fucking kill her when we get back! The ride to the hotel was a bit awkward for me because Justin kept looking out the window, deep in thought. For a minute, I wondered if he enjoyed it. My heart ripped itself when I thought that. But I shook my head and blocked out those thoughts. He didn't enjoy it! He was pushing her away! We got to the hotel and we walked inside and up to our room. Justin sat down on one of the twin beds and I peered out of the window. I started playing with my fingers. I was being so selfish. Justin is going through a really hard time right now.
“I'm sorry Justin. This whole trip is ruined! Why'd she have to come here and get drunk?” I asked angrily. Justin let out a short laugh and rubbed a hand through his hair.
“It's not ruined. I had a great time, well, before Rachel came up to us. but other than her, it was pretty fun, just spending time with you, hanging out and stuff. I don't really get to do that with my friends.” It was sending butterflies through my stomach. “I find myself wondering why Rachel was here too Dylan. Being drunk doesn't really surprise me, but listening to HIM was something I didn't picture for her.” I leaned my head against the window and looked at the street below. I closed my eyes for a minute and opened them to see the drunken bitch heading into an alley. Anger boiled inside of me. I couldn't wait until we got back, I was going to light her up now.
“I'll be back. I have to do something. Try and get some sleep.” Justin nodded and laid down. I walked out of our room and down the stairs. I was too impatient to wait for an elevator. I stormed out of the lobby and headed to the alley where I saw Rachel. She was wobbling and fell three times before I reached her. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me, then I punched her in the face. She lifted her hand to her nose.
“You piece of shit!” She yelled through her hand. I was so happy when I did that. She walked up to me but I shoved her aside.
“I'm going to fucking kill you for what you did to Justin!” I shouted back. She got up and ran up to me and tried to kick me in the groin. I laughed as I moved to the left. She was still drunk because her coordination was terrible. Wait, I think she is sober completely.
“You bastard! He enjoyed it! Jealous much?” She snickered at me. I've had it. Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest big rock I could find and I threw it at her head. She fell to the ground and I picked the rock up again. I threw the rock down on her face and picked the rock up to do it again. I kept repeating these actions until I was satisfied that her face was indented enough. I threw the rock aside and looked at what I just did.
I murdered Rachel! Oh, what have I done? Wait, surprisingly, I feel great! I felt so relieved! How could I possibly feel like that at what I just did? But then again, she did deserve it, and it was coming to her. Someone was bound to do it. So why not me? Why should I have let someone else feel this satisfaction? Teaches her to mess with my man. I stared at her completely messed up face. It was completely smashed in. She was bleeding all over her face. Her eyes seemed flat and some type of ooze was coming from slits on the sides of them. Her nose was indented into her skull and a pool of blood was forming there. It looked so cool! I walked away laughing. I headed back to the hotel with eagerness. Tonight wasn't ruined, what was I thinking? Tonight is the best night of my life!
I walked into our bedroom, it was dark and Justin was fast asleep. He was so cute when he slept. He also didn't have a shirt on. I turned the lights off and shut the curtains. The only light that came into the room was the moonlight through the middle of the curtains where they met and on the ends. I sat in a chair and watched Justin sleep. He was so beautiful. I wanted to touch his skin, and sitting there watching him, did not ease this feeling. I got up calmly so I wouldn't wake him and walked over to him. I lightly, almost barely, touched his skin with my finger. It felt so awesome. It was warm. That was all it took to send chills down my spine. Before I woke him up, I went to bed.