Scumbag Novels & Stories

" I gave him a very obvi ous once over before I scrunch my face up in disgust and spat out the words: "You disgust me".

The obese man turned around to face Sabrina and roared, "You skank, apologize! You must get down on your knees and apologize!" "I said, watch your mouth!" Sabrina retorted calmly. "Why? Did he say anything wrong? Aren't you a single mother? Not just that but an unmarried mother, too! Women like you are born to be cheap and shameless! Your daughter is nothing but a little skank like her skank mother, and she dares to hit my son? Who on earth do you think you are?"

The one who makes him shake in his boots, every time he hears my name. I feel sick to my stomach that I let that slimy bastard touch me intimately. If I could, I would scrub myself raw internally, disinfecting myself from the plague he infected me with. He is a virus, a virus that eats away at innocent people. A sick bastard who needs his dick chopped off and shoved up his ass.

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

“Ohhh… so you think… he left her?” “I think he’s a scumbag,” I said, tasting the word because it sounded dangerous—one I’d overheard the men at the market use when they were mad. It felt heavy and sharp on my tongue, but right for the kind of man who’d leave our mom. Caleb giggled at the sound of it, then covered his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to laugh. “Scum…bag.” He whispered it again, just to see if it felt funny in his mouth.

"I-I hate you!" "How about a cup of shut the f up?" "I am amazing!" "You are like a bag of pampers. Self absorbent and full of shit." Take that. "Go fuck yourself." "I would say the same, but I am pretty sure you would be disappointed." "You-you are retarded." "Sorry, I have a phobia, where I get scared of ugliness." "You have no morals!" "Says the one whose only culture is bacteria." Then from the crowd someone shouted, "Burn bïtch."

And seeing the way his cocky grin cracked getting replaced with an angry look— I knew it was true. Kingston hadn’t filled me with the wrong information after all. This motherf**ker had always been, and would always be, a bag of scum. “You piece of sh*t,” he spat, eyes burning in rage. “Just because you managed to build a life of your own doesn’t make you better than me. You’re still the outcast your pack threw away. A scumbag. A f**king reject.” I smirked wider. “And isn’t it poetic that you were the reason I got kicked out? Iconic, really. You handed me my freedom. And I used it to build something you’ll never have.”

And he'd said; " you country bumping" 'Are you being sarcastic with me Naomi'? I scoffed, something sounding between the cross of the snort of a pig and when you said the word "skunk". 'Well what really happened then'? She waved her hand dismissively at me. 'That is not important. All you need to know is that he called me a "country bumpkin". I shook my head feigning disgust. 'The runt'. 'Conceited fribble'. 'Revolting insolent'.

Is that too much to ask for? “Excuse me,” I said, waiting. They turn to look at me. When they notice who I was, they give me a look of disgust. I did not care at all. “Well look at what we have here if it isn’t it the stuck-up bitch,” the douche bag said. “That all you can come with? It amazes me how small your brain really is?” “What you bitch?” “LET ME SHOUT IT OUT TO YOU, I WAS SAYING YOUR BRAIN IS SMALL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING NOW?”

" “What? So it's all the woman's fault? What rotten values do you have in your fart brain?! You don't deserve my food, Aiish! Spit them all out, you scumbags!" * * *