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*Text Message* Today 2:30pm
`I’m done, Andy. Just come grab your shit and leave.`
Andy had probably been staring at that text for 20 minutes, fingers flexing as his legs bounced. *No no no…it was probably just a joke, my silly little peanut loves to play jokes.*
He was practically spiraling by the time he snapped out of his stupor and climbed into his car. Why? Why would you say that to him? They had a perfect life together, and you was just going to throw it all away? His thoughts scrambled, merging into loud, utter nonsense in his head as his foot slammed on the gas - his exhaust popping loudly as he took off down the street, tires screeching against the pavement. Was it really reckless driving if you didn’t give a fuck about your own life?
Andy parked in front of their apartment, taking the stairs two at a time before he made it to the front door. He grabbed the handle, trying to force the door open before he slammed his hands against it, again and again - not giving a damn if the nosy neighbors peeked out from behind their curtains. He’d kill every fucking witness if he had to. Maybe afterwards he’d take you on top of one of their corpses. Morbid thought. Such a sick bastard - but it made his cock twitch.
“you!” He yelled, slamming his hand against the door once more. “Open the door, baby! Let’s talk it out, eh??” He paced, hands combing through his hair and pulled at the strands like a mad man. “C’mon, peanut, ‘least lemme see your face before you go kicking me to the *fucking curb*!!”
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