A Life To Waste Read Online Free PDF Page B

had
never seen the same man at her house twice. Lisa was not exactly a
stunner, she looked a bit like a heroin addict if truth be told.
She was extremely thin, her face was gaunt, he body was emaciated
and her hair was long and brown, but it was greasy, it looked like
it had never been washed. Dave assumed that based on her looks, the
only reason she was able to get so many men was that either she was
ridiculously easy game, as in would not say no to anyone , no
matter how they looked. Or she was a prostitute. What amazed Dave
even more than Lisa’s unbelievable pulling power, was that she was
able to pull equally violent men every time.
     
    This wasn’t once or twice that
she would bring a guy home and he ended up fighting with her,
physically. It seemed to be literally every single time. Maybe she
was attracted to men who looked like wife beaters, maybe she liked
it, maybe she knew which men had a reputation for fighting with
women. Maybe she started these fights herself every time.
     
    Maybe she would invite a bloke
back, perhaps go to bed with him or perhaps not, then at some point
decide to give him a good old right hook and see what his reaction
was. Maybe it was nothing like this and she was just desperately
trying to find love and failing miserably every time. Maybe she was
just genuinely unlucky in love. Dave didn’t know exactly what is
was, he had many theories, but what he did know. That woman had
more fights in her house than Mohammed Ali had in the ring.
     
    Knowing what he did about Lisa's
love life, Dave wrote off the screaming and shouting as being
another Friday night fight for her.
     
    Dave didn’t feel sorry for Lisa,
yeah she might be getting a beating every Friday night, but that
was her choice, he thought. She could just stop going home with
crazy blokes. Given that he knew just how easy she was, he had been
tempted a few times to pop next door and try his chances. He knew
she was sure game so it would have been an easy lay. Also he would
probably enjoy going a few round in post sex boxing with her. Yeah
she may have looked like the freakish offspring of Snoop Dog and a
Twiglet but still, a lay is a lay isn’t it and other than his mum,
Lisa was pretty much the only female that Dave ever saw, seeing as
he never left his house.
     
    The problem was, Dave had no
confidence at all, he had been overly confident when he was younger
but that was years ago, all that had faded away now and left a shy
middle aged loner. By the time Dave was drunk enough to build up
enough confidence to even think about going to give Lisa a knock it
was too late, fight night had already begun. Oh well eh, good for
Lisa, at least she was going out and actually getting some action,
it was a hell of a lot more than he was getting.
     
    Truth be told, Dave was jealous
of Lisa. Sounds stupid doesn’t it, how could he possibly be jealous
of the smack head next door who got a kicking from every bloke she
took home on a Friday night. Well even violence and rage was some
sort of emotion, it was something to feel. Yes it might have
appeared horrible to outsiders but there was no questioning that
Lisa felt in any given moment, far more alive than Dave ever did,
that was down to violence and rage, the most raw of feelings. Dave
could give those out, but he was never given them, he was actually
given more hate than any person should ever receive from his mum
every day, but he didn’t know about that. Dave felt nothing from
the outside world, it was just him on his own all the time. No
emotions, no violence, no anger, no sadness, no love. It wasn’t
always like that, a long time ago Dave had something really
good.
     
    He had the love of a good woman,
he had someone who would give her life for him at any given moment.
He had all the feelings and emotions that he longed for now, he had
had them poured upon him every day. It was all gone now though, he
had let it all slip away. Some people go through life trying to
find love and never