08-06-2008, 03:10 AM
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His breathing had since calmed, more paced and smooth, but the words that swirled in his head only proved to push him onwards. He wasn't the whore, not the one that had betrayed the trust of a loved one by sleeping around. Why should he be the one being laughed at? It was he who deserved the last laugh, he who should inflict the same amount of pain on them that they had caused. His lover, his best friend, and a trusted pack mate. In an instant he seemingly threw his right side forward, bringing his arm around and over his head until the moment the bat smashed the glass counter, shattering in a sudden rain of glass shards. "They won't laugh at me!" He practically yelled, growling deep within his throat. |