Whatever, screw her, what kind of answer is this crap? What the hell? I bust my ass for her, then she leaves me!? In my numbness, I felt a white-hot stab of rage. Why! Why! WHY did she leave me? We were PERFECT ! I imagined her and Jack kissing. I felt like me head would explode with anger. That dirty bastard! With my girl! The surge of rage was quickly followed by a wave of melancholy. She’s gone, GONE ! No Ashley….gone..gone. Maybe I should commit suicide… MAKE THAT BITCH SEE THAT SHE SHOULDN ’T HAVE HOOKED UP WITH JACK !!! A voice boomed inside of my head. But, no. Ashley was not right for you, you are single now. SINGLE ! You are free now! You could hook up with anyone! A more positive voice echoed
Whatever. I hopped onto my motorcycle as it roared to life.
My Beginning