Give Me Poison Alternate Ending
A/N: I haven’t written anything in a really long time, or watched wrestling, so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Also, I apologize for this chapter being so short. That being said, I hope you enjoy!
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Give Me Poison
Chapter One
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The past should stay in the past, no matter how much you think you miss it. The past – while there were good times – is a place I never wanted to revisit ever again. It was an intense love affair, filled with passion and bursting with emotion, although, that was only on my part. If I’m honest, I don’t think he cared much about me. It took me a while to realize this, but when I did, it took a lot of courage to leave him. At the time, I hoped that when I broke …show more content…
it to him, he would cry, beg for me to stay – all that romantic stuff. Looking back, I’m glad he didn’t, because seeing as I was much more naïve back then, I would’ve caved, and things would’ve only gotten worse.
That’s why the past should remain in the past. Even it beats you over the head with a brick and demands that you acknowledge it, you should always pretend it isn’t there, no matter what. However, I am admittedly a huge hypocrite, and I’m ignoring my own advice, just because I’m curious.
I hadn’t heard from Jon in about two years. The last time I saw him was a week after I left, and I was still a complete wreck, but I think I hid that pretty well. I saw him again yesterday at a Dena’s Diner, a place I avoided since I knew that was where he frequented during the day. I sucked it up and went in, figuring he found another place to hang. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him. He wasn’t facing me, but I knew that auburn-tinged mop anywhere. I felt my breath escape my body and I made an immediate U-turn. Smooth.
On the way home, I wondered whether or not I could face him again. My feelings for him were long gone, but I fell so hard for him that I didn’t know if I would be able to resist him. I had to see him again, even if it meant that I had to basically leave my heart and my vagina in a box, far away from him. I had to know if I could truly move on from him.
So here I am, sitting in Dena’s Diner, staring at the back of his head. He was laughing away with his friends, knocking back a few beers, and flirting with the waitress. I hadn’t been there for more than a minute before I felt my heart rate increasing. I had the urge to flee, but I stayed foot. I wouldn’t allow myself to leave, not matter how much my hands were shaking.
“Welcome to Dena’s Diner, may I take your order?” I heard suddenly. I jumped a bit and then raked my hand through my hair, trying to calm my nerves.
“Um… I…” My voice was shaking, and I couldn’t get my words out, all just by looking at him. Imagine if I talked to him. “Sprite.” I simply said. She nodded and wrote it down. I could sense the next question she was going to ask. “Nothing else,” I stated.
I wasn’t really listening to the words he was saying, but more his voice.
It was rougher than I remembered. His voice was what drew me to him in the first place. It especially turned me on when he yelled. I guess that’s why I stayed. It makes sense to me, at least.
He rose from his seat, and I felt my heart stop beating. I didn’t expect it. I hoped to leave before he saw me. Maybe, he won’t notice me. After all, he didn’t care about me, right? I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. But I had to prove that I could bear to talk to him, so my feet stayed planted.
I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulder when he went through the door. Good. I leaned back in my chair, and the waitress came with my Sprite. Just as she did, Jon came back in the diner and he laid his hand on her ass. I sat there, very uncomfortable, but he didn’t notice me.
But then out eyes met. Goddammit. My heart was racing, and I wanted to storm out, but his gaze kept me under control. “Jon…” I said. I cleared my throat and looked at anything but him. “Um, hi.” I greeted. I secretly hoped he would go away, because all my past emotions, all that pain, everything I tried so hard to move on from; they were all resurfacing.
“Abby?”
I felt a slight sting in my heart, and I sighed. He didn’t even remember my name. “Ally. My name is Ally.” I finally decided that it was time for me to leave. I reached into my purse and placed $2.50 on the table, then made my way toward the exit.
Like I said in the beginning, the past should always remain in the past.
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Give Me Poison
Chapter One
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The past should stay in the past, no matter how much you think you miss it. The past – while there were good times – is a place I never wanted to revisit ever again. It was an intense love affair, filled with passion and bursting with emotion, although, that was only on my part. If I’m honest, I don’t think he cared much about me. It took me a while to realize this, but when I did, it took a lot of courage to leave him. At the time, I hoped that when I broke …show more content…
it to him, he would cry, beg for me to stay – all that romantic stuff. Looking back, I’m glad he didn’t, because seeing as I was much more naïve back then, I would’ve caved, and things would’ve only gotten worse.
That’s why the past should remain in the past. Even it beats you over the head with a brick and demands that you acknowledge it, you should always pretend it isn’t there, no matter what. However, I am admittedly a huge hypocrite, and I’m ignoring my own advice, just because I’m curious.
I hadn’t heard from Jon in about two years. The last time I saw him was a week after I left, and I was still a complete wreck, but I think I hid that pretty well. I saw him again yesterday at a Dena’s Diner, a place I avoided since I knew that was where he frequented during the day. I sucked it up and went in, figuring he found another place to hang. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him. He wasn’t facing me, but I knew that auburn-tinged mop anywhere. I felt my breath escape my body and I made an immediate U-turn. Smooth.
On the way home, I wondered whether or not I could face him again. My feelings for him were long gone, but I fell so hard for him that I didn’t know if I would be able to resist him. I had to see him again, even if it meant that I had to basically leave my heart and my vagina in a box, far away from him. I had to know if I could truly move on from him.
So here I am, sitting in Dena’s Diner, staring at the back of his head. He was laughing away with his friends, knocking back a few beers, and flirting with the waitress. I hadn’t been there for more than a minute before I felt my heart rate increasing. I had the urge to flee, but I stayed foot. I wouldn’t allow myself to leave, not matter how much my hands were shaking.
“Welcome to Dena’s Diner, may I take your order?” I heard suddenly. I jumped a bit and then raked my hand through my hair, trying to calm my nerves.
“Um… I…” My voice was shaking, and I couldn’t get my words out, all just by looking at him. Imagine if I talked to him. “Sprite.” I simply said. She nodded and wrote it down. I could sense the next question she was going to ask. “Nothing else,” I stated.
I wasn’t really listening to the words he was saying, but more his voice.
It was rougher than I remembered. His voice was what drew me to him in the first place. It especially turned me on when he yelled. I guess that’s why I stayed. It makes sense to me, at least.
He rose from his seat, and I felt my heart stop beating. I didn’t expect it. I hoped to leave before he saw me. Maybe, he won’t notice me. After all, he didn’t care about me, right? I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. But I had to prove that I could bear to talk to him, so my feet stayed planted.
I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulder when he went through the door. Good. I leaned back in my chair, and the waitress came with my Sprite. Just as she did, Jon came back in the diner and he laid his hand on her ass. I sat there, very uncomfortable, but he didn’t notice me.
But then out eyes met. Goddammit. My heart was racing, and I wanted to storm out, but his gaze kept me under control. “Jon…” I said. I cleared my throat and looked at anything but him. “Um, hi.” I greeted. I secretly hoped he would go away, because all my past emotions, all that pain, everything I tried so hard to move on from; they were all resurfacing.
“Abby?”
I felt a slight sting in my heart, and I sighed. He didn’t even remember my name. “Ally. My name is Ally.” I finally decided that it was time for me to leave. I reached into my purse and placed $2.50 on the table, then made my way toward the exit.
Like I said in the beginning, the past should always remain in the past.