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fuck her is because Alex hated her all those years ago, so every time I thrust into her wet heat it’s a “fuck you” to Alex. Pathetic, like she’d even give a shit, but I feed from the small satisfactions I can get. Lisa also likes it hard and dirty, which is more to my tastes. I’m not one for intimacy. I fuck to relieve stress, and to feel anything but the darkening pit inside my gut swallowing more of me every day. Lisa likes to fuck too. She hasn’t changed over the years. She married the first prick who flashed his cash at her. It didn’t last long though. He used to go out of town for business, and it turned out he had a whole other life. She divorced him and fucked everything that moved as her way of getting back at him. She’s easy, and I’m all about easy these days.
    So when she came out and planted herself in the dispute with Alex, it pissed me the fuck off.
    Alex was soaking, and the blood on her face confused the boy and the man inside me. I didn’t like seeing her that way but I was so livid, and in the same breath turned on by the nipple showing through her wet clothes. She’s so fuckable. I had to convince myself hate-fucking her would give her pleasure too, and she doesn’t deserve any pleasure from me.
    She got to her feet and unsteadily walked away.
    I won’t worry about her. I won’t think about Jude kicking her stool out from under her and her head impacting the floor. I won’t think about Lisa’s boot connecting with her small, delicate jaw.
    I won’t think about how I had no one growing up but her. She knew what I’d come from, lived through, and even knowing that she still betrayed me, hurt me… broke me.
    My Dad was a violent criminal, my Mom a drug addict who would sell her body to the highest bidder, which included my father when he decided he wanted her back after kicking her out the week before.
    One night when I was thirteen she was high and fell asleep with a cigarette lit. She nearly burned down our house with me asleep inside. Dad came home just in time to prevent it but his anger turned into a drunk-fueled rage. Momma never did know when to keep her mouth shut. I came out of my room to him shouting, and I watched from six feet away… too far to stop him as one closed fist to her fragile temple sent her to the floor in a heavy heap; lights out. I’d seen them fight so many times before, and Mom was as bad as Dad for the violence, but I knew this was different. She went down so limply, and my Dad’s face contorted in confusion. The girl he brought home with him dialed for an ambulance but Mom was pronounced dead at the scene.
    I was taken in by my Dad’s brother; he was also the guy who took over running the family business, which I knew from an early age involved heavy drug involvement. The comforting words I got from him when I arrived were, “He should have buried her out the back with the rest of the wildlife. Fucking idiot. I knew she’d be his downfall.”
    Thirteen years old, lost both parents, and that was what I got. How did I even end up with him? Why wasn’t I put in the system or sent to one of my many aunts? It was because my destiny was here, or so I thought. It was back then when I first saw her. Alex .
    When you think the sun will never shine, and life is lived in the darkness of the night no matter the time of day, then out of nowhere a beacon burns so bright it obliterates all the darkness - that was Alex. She sat on her lawn buckling up her skates, and she had flowing auburn hair and big doe-like eyes that found mine and held me mesmerized. It wasn’t a sexual attraction. We were young, and to put what we shared down to that would be weak. It would be unfair to both of us. For me, seeing her for the first time and every time thereafter was like being awoken, finally knowing there was good in my life.
    Our connection was formed long before our bodies ever met. We were made for each other, a pair crafted from the same soul. How does the saying go? A