Angst me up, baby!

Here’s mine:

With a bitter scowl, I loosened my grip. Because the idea of hurting her made my stomach churn. Even if I was so pissed off that my ears were ringing. Hell, she could’ve suplexed me headfirst into the damn corner, crushing every last vertebrae in my wretched spine, and I’d still be tragically pussy-whipped.

With a raging hero complex.

F*ck my life.

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Mistress Ann

P.S. – Sorry it’s a bit long this week. Oops!!

3 thoughts on “Angst me up, baby!

  1. From Trust In Love…

    Austin thought about saying more, but the look on her face said she wasn’t about to budge. And the tears brimming in the corner of her eyes. He hated that it was him making her feel this way.

    Maybe the best thing would be a little breather. As soon as she realized how much she loved him and missed him, she would forgive him.

    She had to. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. His heart was breaking into pieces and it was all his fault.

  2. This is from Start Over:

    And I hate it. I f*cking hate that idea to the point where I can’t even begin to entertain the notion of not seeing her everyday. And here’s the ultimate question, how do things like that happen? I mean, I was getting by without an issue before her. Sure, my life wasn’t exactly complete or full or whatever, but I managed. I had occasional women that fulfilled my needs and that seemed to suit me fine.
    But now? Now f*cking those women seems empty.
    Anything other than Ivy seems empty and meaningless and goddamn pointless.
    So what do I do with that? How do I go from nothing to Ivy back to nothing?

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