Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
My dog was yipping and looking for his leash when I walked back inside, shit I forgot all about him.
"Come on Butch, let's go for a walk." I put his leash on and headed for the woods in the back of my property. I had a lot of wide- open space in my mountains, no one around for miles, just how I liked it. I ought to set up at my vantage point with my rifle and shoot any other motherfucker that tried coming up here. I was feeling that mean, the skin on my back was itching like a bastard like I was trying to crawl out of that shit. Who knew relationships could be this fucked up? That someone else could have this kind of power over you? She’d almost brought me to murder, fucking twenty-five to life or worse.
I had no doubt she would try getting my family involved but they could all suck it too. If I ever talked to that bitch again it would be on my terms. I'm a Seal we're men, we don't put our lives on the line for our country so we could come back here and punk out like some bitch. Shaw's lucky all he got was an ass whipping, my boys would bury his ass at sea never to be heard from again.
I'm the leader of my platoon, I work with the same men on each run we make, can't really discuss what the fuck it is I do, people talk too damn much. That's why the fuckers tried fucking with us, what I do is top secret, it's dangerous and stressful as fuck. So I need to know that my woman is gonna be here for me when I come back, keeping those fires burning. I don't care if I'm gone for a whole fucking year, you wait your ass until I get home, not have some fucker sniffing around my pussy, what the fuck!
I needed to calm the fuck down, a nice walk in the woods would do me good, save me going down the mountain and breaking my foot off in her ass. 'It didn't go that far', what the fuck does that mean? He put it in but didn't move? That’s like saying I didn't inhale. What the fuck you putting a blunt in your mouth for if you're not gonna inhale that shit? Fucking lying ass. Same goes for her and her fuckery.
Come to think of it I shoulda killed his ass and thrown that bitch off the cliff. If she'd listened to me none of this would've happened. We've been together six years, married five, she was eighteen when we started I'd just turned twenty-six. It was one of those ‘love at first sight’ kind of things and we've always been tight. Our love was concrete I had no doubt about that but this shit was something I wouldn't put up with.
My wife does not end up in another man's arms, I don't care how she got there, whether he did it or she did it, I don't give a fuck. She had no business in that position in the first damn place. If she'd stayed her ass on the mountain where I left her she wouldn't be out in the cold now.
I'm gone for long periods of time this is true. Madelyn is a writer so she works from home. I'm sure she gets bored and lonely and what the fuck ever, what the fuck, it's not like I'm off having fun with the boys. I'm out there putting my nuts on the line everyday and she decides she wants to go partying with the girls. That wouldn't have been a problem as such though I told her before to stay away from that Brenda skank; that bitch was always on the prowl, she’s even tried getting on my dick a time or two so I know the bitch is open. I don’t want my wife around that shit, which I’ve told her a hundred fucking times.
So she goes out with her girls, have one too many and end up in a lip lock with that fuck. If that wasn’t bad enough, apparently there was some heavy petting involved too. How do I know this? The fucking bartender is a friend, an old army guy who didn't like what the fuck he saw. I've been home four days, but I only found out about this shit yesterday. I didn’t wait to confront her with the shit, I couldn’t. Just hearing the words had gutted me like I never believed possible, not my Maddy, no fucking way in hell.
She’d tried to play that shit off but I knew when she was lying, and that just made the shit worst. I'd jumped in my Rover and headed to the next town over for Shaw. I hadn’t listened to her pleas to come back or her bullshit explanation that it had been a mistake. I knew that much, a big one on their part, somebody was going to pay for the hole in my gut. Since she was a female it was hard for me to see myself wrapping my hands around her neck and squeezing the fucking life out of her, but I wanted to. Oh how I wanted to. In the first few minutes after I asked her about it I thought I would kill her where she stood, that shit scared me more than the battlefield. No man wants to know he has that in him; so instead of killing my wife with one blow to her fucking larynx I hopped in my ride and went on the hunt for the other player.