"Really really boring. I never felt like I was dealing with the real you. Except in Rio. And I never knew what to say to fix it, because I was bullshitting you too to keep up my end of the lie. So it didn't feel right for me to call you on the housewife look when I was playing my own crap role too."
I hate Sam. I believe him, but I hate him for it. This could be so simple, and so fucking easy, if he would just stay out of my way. They thought he was dead. The smart thing to do would have been to stay out of sight for a decent amount of time, and then he could have gone back to whatever his life was like before we met up with each other.
But no, he has to complicate very god damn aspect of this marriage. I don't want to care about him anymore. I think I want to kill him dead. I know that there's nothing I'd like more than to be as violent as possible right now
( ... )
"You obviously weren't listening to our therapist's lecture on communication? Were you?"
I just love how she acts like this is all me. Like she really didn't do anything at all. It's not like she said anything either, but it's still my fault. That's Carly for you.
And I used to really really love that. Now I kind of want to shoot her for it.
"I'm sorry I wasn't interesting enough for you. There were rules, I couldn't break them and blow my cover."
Interesting enough for me? Do you know what could have made it more interesting for me Car? You opening your God damn mouth and actually talking to me on anything that wasn't freakin' painfully boring. Could you have tried that? Talking. Yeah, that actually would have made the complete lack of sex a little easier.
Not by much, believe me, but every little bit helps.
"Are we done?"I smiled a little, and I couldn't help it looking somewhat bitter. "Yeah. Yeah we are." I pulled the remote from my pocket. "In more ways than one." I pushed the first button, and didn't flinch as I heard the
( ... )
"Good becau--" I stopped, hearing what sounded like...no. Sam wouldn't do that. Sam doesn't have balls to do that. I'm his wife, I would know. He set up a loud noise in the air vents or something, but he didn't blow anything up. Sam is too much of a clueless, desert peeing dumbass for that.
Honestly, what kind of idiot uses that for a cover when they're playing fake tourist?
"Looks like you've got things to do, honey."
What was--oh shit.
Shit.
He was serious about that, wasn't he? There goes my denial and the dumbass who peed in the desert
( ... )
"Sam, baby, it's too bad that you're a stupid son of a bitch who's never heard of the 'hands on' approach."
That's for later.
"Because I have."
After I stop my head from spinning over the punch she just threw. Shit, Car, take my head off why don't you?
... It's a good thing I kept that statement to myself.
I went backwards with the kick, hitting the floor, pulling in air all over again and trying to ignore the deja vu that came up. Yeah, I think I'm definitely all set to shoot her after that. Christ.
"Carly! Out! Now!"
She was moving before I could get to her, so I just hit the last button. Might as well get the rest of the damage done, and save face a little.
"This is far from finished, sweetheart."
I managed to get up and go after her, just in time to watch her and her people going out the freakin' window. They're running. She's running. I rolled my eyes and bolted to the window Carly was escaping out of, but I just missed her.
Damn it.If she's going to pull that card, this is definitely not over
( ... )
I landed on the roof, steadying myself quickly to look back and see Sam, stairing out the window and looking pissed at me for getting so far away from him in such a short period of time. It's too bad that he underestimated my talent, and the skills of my coworkers, but as long as he's over there with the exploding building, and I'm over here, I'll let it go, for now.
And burn all of his shit the second I get home.
"Pussy!" I screamed back at him.
Is he grinning?
What the hell is it about his screw ups and inabilities to get his job done that he finds so damn amusing?
And why do I really like that he just had the guts to call me that?
"Carly, we have go keep moving."
"Yeah, I know." I looked back to the rest of the girls. "So, who's calling the insurance company this time?"
I don't know why I'm grinning. I really don't. I should be a lot more pissed. But some part of me is a little happy that I think I've just found a real challenge. Even though it's my wife. The woman I'm trying not to care about because she doesn't give a damn about me anymore.
But at least there'll be a challenge.
I moved away from the window, looking around to see how much damage the explosives caused. I've seriously wrecked the place, which means now would be a good time to get out of here. Pocketing the remote, I opened up my cellphone and dialed.
"It's me." I said when Madsen picked up.
"Did you get her?"
"Nope. But I think I've showed her she's not going to be able to screw around with me." I shrugged a little as I found an emergency exit and headed down the stairs quickly as I heard things start to fall. "And even still, at least now I know."
"Know what?"
"That this is going to be a challenge."
"Dude, you're crazy.""If I'm crazy," I said as I hit the bottom step. "She made me crazy. Send a car. I'm going to
( ... )
I hate Sam. I believe him, but I hate him for it. This could be so simple, and so fucking easy, if he would just stay out of my way. They thought he was dead. The smart thing to do would have been to stay out of sight for a decent amount of time, and then he could have gone back to whatever his life was like before we met up with each other.
But no, he has to complicate very god damn aspect of this marriage. I don't want to care about him anymore. I think I want to kill him dead. I know that there's nothing I'd like more than to be as violent as possible right now ( ... )
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I just love how she acts like this is all me. Like she really didn't do anything at all. It's not like she said anything either, but it's still my fault. That's Carly for you.
And I used to really really love that. Now I kind of want to shoot her for it.
"I'm sorry I wasn't interesting enough for you. There were rules, I couldn't break them and blow my cover."
Interesting enough for me? Do you know what could have made it more interesting for me Car? You opening your God damn mouth and actually talking to me on anything that wasn't freakin' painfully boring. Could you have tried that? Talking. Yeah, that actually would have made the complete lack of sex a little easier.
Not by much, believe me, but every little bit helps.
"Are we done?"I smiled a little, and I couldn't help it looking somewhat bitter. "Yeah. Yeah we are." I pulled the remote from my pocket. "In more ways than one." I pushed the first button, and didn't flinch as I heard the ( ... )
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"Good becau--" I stopped, hearing what sounded like...no. Sam wouldn't do that. Sam doesn't have balls to do that. I'm his wife, I would know. He set up a loud noise in the air vents or something, but he didn't blow anything up. Sam is too much of a clueless, desert peeing dumbass for that.
Honestly, what kind of idiot uses that for a cover when they're playing fake tourist?
"Looks like you've got things to do, honey."
What was--oh shit.
Shit.
He was serious about that, wasn't he? There goes my denial and the dumbass who peed in the desert ( ... )
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That's for later.
"Because I have."
After I stop my head from spinning over the punch she just threw. Shit, Car, take my head off why don't you?
... It's a good thing I kept that statement to myself.
I went backwards with the kick, hitting the floor, pulling in air all over again and trying to ignore the deja vu that came up. Yeah, I think I'm definitely all set to shoot her after that. Christ.
"Carly! Out! Now!"
She was moving before I could get to her, so I just hit the last button. Might as well get the rest of the damage done, and save face a little.
"This is far from finished, sweetheart."
I managed to get up and go after her, just in time to watch her and her people going out the freakin' window. They're running. She's running. I rolled my eyes and bolted to the window Carly was escaping out of, but I just missed her.
Damn it.If she's going to pull that card, this is definitely not over ( ... )
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I landed on the roof, steadying myself quickly to look back and see Sam, stairing out the window and looking pissed at me for getting so far away from him in such a short period of time. It's too bad that he underestimated my talent, and the skills of my coworkers, but as long as he's over there with the exploding building, and I'm over here, I'll let it go, for now.
And burn all of his shit the second I get home.
"Pussy!" I screamed back at him.
Is he grinning?
What the hell is it about his screw ups and inabilities to get his job done that he finds so damn amusing?
And why do I really like that he just had the guts to call me that?
"Carly, we have go keep moving."
"Yeah, I know." I looked back to the rest of the girls. "So, who's calling the insurance company this time?"
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I don't know why I'm grinning. I really don't. I should be a lot more pissed. But some part of me is a little happy that I think I've just found a real challenge. Even though it's my wife. The woman I'm trying not to care about because she doesn't give a damn about me anymore.
But at least there'll be a challenge.
I moved away from the window, looking around to see how much damage the explosives caused. I've seriously wrecked the place, which means now would be a good time to get out of here. Pocketing the remote, I opened up my cellphone and dialed.
"It's me." I said when Madsen picked up.
"Did you get her?"
"Nope. But I think I've showed her she's not going to be able to screw around with me." I shrugged a little as I found an emergency exit and headed down the stairs quickly as I heard things start to fall. "And even still, at least now I know."
"Know what?"
"That this is going to be a challenge."
"Dude, you're crazy.""If I'm crazy," I said as I hit the bottom step. "She made me crazy. Send a car. I'm going to ( ... )
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