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I'm bored and on a bit of a roll, so I decided that I would write something.
"I knew you weren't worth it!" Bam spat in a drunken rage, staring at Ville.
Ville covered his ears like he was a child. "Just shut up!" he yelled, pacing back and forth in Bam's bedroom. Tears gathered in the singer's eyes, but he kept it quiet. "Please, Bammy, just stop yelling. Go to sleep."
"You're a worthless whore," Bam said angrily, swaying.
Ville sighed. "I'm done with this, Bam. I'm done with you. I'm done with this. Do you here me, fucker?! I'm done." He let his hands drop to his sides. "I'm done," he whispered angrily. Ville walked over to the closet, where he started packing things into a duffle bag.
"What are you doing?" Bam whispered, quickly sobering up.
"I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Back home, probably," he replied.
Bam slumped onto the bed. "I'm sorry, Ville," he said quietly.
"I'm sick of your drunken bullshit. I'm sorry, Bammy." Ville stood, reaching for his sweater and scarf that hung in the closet.
"At least wait until morning," Bam begged. A tear slipped down his cheek. "Please, beautiful. I didn't mean it."
Ville turned around. "You never mean it, do you, sweetheart?" He sighed. "Bammy, I can't do this anymore. It has to be this way." He walked over to the bed, kneeling down in between the skater's legs. He put his hands on Bam's knees, looking up at him. "I'm so sorry, Bammy."
Bam nodded. "I love you."
Ville shook his head. "Don't make it hurt more," he said, standing up. Ville brushed the tear from Bam's scruffy face. He kissed the skater's forehead. Ville lifted up his bag and walked out of the bedroom.
"I love you," he whispered.
Comments are appreciated.
"I knew you weren't worth it!" Bam spat in a drunken rage, staring at Ville.
Ville covered his ears like he was a child. "Just shut up!" he yelled, pacing back and forth in Bam's bedroom. Tears gathered in the singer's eyes, but he kept it quiet. "Please, Bammy, just stop yelling. Go to sleep."
"You're a worthless whore," Bam said angrily, swaying.
Ville sighed. "I'm done with this, Bam. I'm done with you. I'm done with this. Do you here me, fucker?! I'm done." He let his hands drop to his sides. "I'm done," he whispered angrily. Ville walked over to the closet, where he started packing things into a duffle bag.
"What are you doing?" Bam whispered, quickly sobering up.
"I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Back home, probably," he replied.
Bam slumped onto the bed. "I'm sorry, Ville," he said quietly.
"I'm sick of your drunken bullshit. I'm sorry, Bammy." Ville stood, reaching for his sweater and scarf that hung in the closet.
"At least wait until morning," Bam begged. A tear slipped down his cheek. "Please, beautiful. I didn't mean it."
Ville turned around. "You never mean it, do you, sweetheart?" He sighed. "Bammy, I can't do this anymore. It has to be this way." He walked over to the bed, kneeling down in between the skater's legs. He put his hands on Bam's knees, looking up at him. "I'm so sorry, Bammy."
Bam nodded. "I love you."
Ville shook his head. "Don't make it hurt more," he said, standing up. Ville brushed the tear from Bam's scruffy face. He kissed the skater's forehead. Ville lifted up his bag and walked out of the bedroom.
"I love you," he whispered.
Comments are appreciated.