I sighed and laid back on the porch in our backyard. There were bad memories here now, something I thought I'd escaped. As I exhaled a long thin stream of smoke, I looked down at the bottle of scotch between my knees. My lover, my love, my life was inside tending our children. And all I wanted to do was run away. I had killed for her, four times now, had killed and not show any mercy. And now, I wanted to run so far away that I couldn't smell their stink on me anymore.
I took another long drink, the scotch burning my throat. I've always been a rough chick, I've never been tender or soft like Ariel. I've never had breasts or padded hips, I've always been all angles and alcohol and tattoos... And I've never loved someone the way I love her. I love every inch of her sweet flesh, and I love our children.
I finished off the scotch and wondered if she'd notice if I left...
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