Bad Tales Novels & Stories

beginning with his annoying voice. "'What's up'? Are you f*cking asking me 'what's up'? You f*cking lied to me, that's what's up! Kept yapping on and on about how we'll be f*cking partners in f*cking crime! But where were you when things went south?" "Babe___"

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero