Gabe Ugliano Novels & Stories

I said, my voice low and steady but emitted just the amount of threat I wanted, "but I won’t tolerate you calling me names." Her lips parted, but I wasn’t finished. "It’s not my fault that you have so many issues that no man worthy of attention even gives you a second glance," I continued. "My life may be controversial, but don’t pretend like you wouldn’t trade places with me in a heartbeat." I leaned in slightly. "So watch your fucking mouth." Giorgia was silent, her usual arrogance faltering under my glare. I had been too quiet for them; they had thought they could match me and go Scott free.

Traumatized by the event, I developed an aversion to anything white and ice creams. This time around, Craig left in a hurry. I bet he would not stand me up like he did years ago. But Kevin knew that I would not eat the ice cream. All I wanted was for Craig to know how it felt to buy an ice cream for someone who would never get to eat it. Among those who hurt me, Craig was the most unforgivable. He lost me when I was three years old. Then, he abandoned me again when I was 17. At 21 years old, it was finally my turn to leave him behind.