That goddammit moment when you see the red icon and you think they've updated when it's just some person commenting
AHHHH WTFFFF. MY WHOLE UPDATE GOT ERASED. IMMA PUNCH SOMEONE. now I have to re-write the whole thing. FML.
IN THE PRESENT James' Point of View =~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= During dinner, I couldn't help but glance over at the beauty that was now mine to keep. It was almost like being in high school all over again. Every time she'd catch me sneaking in a peek, she would blush and try not to gain eye contact. There was nothing bad about her. She was kind, smart, beautiful, strong, hot, sexy, fun, and so much more. I couldn't understand why she had chosen me out of all men. It made me question her faithfulness, but I knew that she wouldn't be able to do something that horrible, knowing it would break my heart. We were soulmates. End of story. A while after dinner had ended, I slipped into Liv's room as a surprise only to find a little surprise myself. I froze when I had found a note on her bed that said to go to the basement wearing something pretty at 8:00. A mix of jealousy and anger waved over me, making me feel sick to my stomach. Something was wrong. I couldn't feel it in the pit of my stomach. My legs couldn't function as fast as I desired them to go. Finally, I reached the door to our basement with my heart pulsing in my ears. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it, only finding that it was locked. Anxiety filled my body to the point that I was shakinga I heard a fragment of babe's scream or moan. I could only imagine what she was doing down there. I reached up to the top of our doorframe to find the key. My fingers fumbled as I attempted to insert the piece of metal into its socket. With the door unlocked, I slid down the stairs to find myself watching such an unsightly scene that I thought I was going to throw up. My son was on top of my lover. Not only was he on top of her, but he was tearing off whatever little clothing she had on-if you considered lingerie clothing. "DYLAN," I bellowed. My voice cracked as I announced my entrance. Olivia looked up at me wildly and teary-eyed with her sharp green eyes. Next, Dylan's eyes rolled over towards my direction. He stumbled trying to get up. I could tell he was trying to do his best at glaring me down while drunk. I couldn't hate anyone more than I hated them right now. My girlfriend had not only cheated on me, but she had cheated on me WITH MY SON. My anger overflowed as I punched the wall, creating a watermelon sized whole. Immediately afterwards, I grabbed Dylan by his collar. "Hey, dad. You should try Liv sometime. Oh wait... You already did this one!" Dylan snorted and smirked. I hadn't raised him to betray his own father. I had never been as angry at anyone as I was at these two right now. As I watched Olivia squirm to the couch, naked, before I could think it through, I threw one of the hardest punches at my own son. •= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =• FINALLY! AN UPDATE! BY THE WAY, I LIKE FEEDBACK!