...Amen."
As soon as that "Amen" came out of his fucked up altered voice, he heard three knocks on his front door. Followed by an audible turn of his front door knob. The front door opened. Liz peeked around the opening door and was like,
"The fucking idiot! Oh, my God! I told that fucker time and time again," as Liz was approaching him lying on the floor, "That we were just friends! The fuck's wrong with him Mel?! Oh, my God! I am so fucking sorry Mel!"
He smiled at her because that's just who she was, a person not seeing imminent peril but a person that is always trying to right their wrongs. He loved her. So, he continued to smile at her because he was not even strong enough to talk. Plus she was a looker. If he died now he wouldn't give a shit! Though Liz was a friend, Liz was not hard on thah eyes whatsoever! Liz was fine!
"The fuck man?!" She reached behind herself and he saw her with a cellphone. She dialed three numbers,
"Yeah! My fucking friend is here bleeding to death! I think my boyfriend did this shit! Yeah. Yeah. Nancy Elizabeth Downse! We're at 2709 North Capitol Avemie! Yeah! Yeah! I'll keep my phone on and keep this line open! You bet!..."
(Peace. More to come...)
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