alex_west001

Supernatural Re-write

2008-03-17T23:41:57Z

CHAPTER 1: Threesome

    Dean and Sam were driving along the interstate, when a small vibrating began from Sam’s bag. "Damn it Sam, I told you to put the vibrator in a more inconspicuous spot. What happens if the cops pull us over and search the bag? Huh then what, how the hell are you going to explain two brothers with a long black vibrating dildo in their bag?"
    Sam turned to Dean with an expression of shock and distain. "Nice Dean, the first thing you hear vibrate and or course you think with your dick. Did your extremely tiny brain ever cross the idea of a cell phone?" he rummaged through the bag and pulled out the slick silver cell phone holding it up and shaking it sarcastically at Dean before answering. Dean simply shrugged and looked out the window.
    "Hello...yeah... alright we're on our way." Dean mocked Sam while he was on the phone.
    "So who was that?" inquired Dean.
    "The road house. Ash told us he needed us to get there as soon as possible; he has some information on the Yellow eyed demon's plans for me."
    "Well then we should get going, Sammy, no need to keep the good doc waiting."
    In the same reckless style Dean quickly turned the wheel of the impala to make for the road house. "so what is it with you Sammy? Why do you still have Ash looking for information on old Yellow eyes there?"
    "What do you mean what's with me, that thing killed mom Dean, and now he has plans for me, and suddenly I have the visions? Are you telling me you wouldn't be looking for everything you could too about that son of a bitch?
    The look in Sam’s eye was contemptuous, when he answered Dean question. Dean, however, was anything but swayed by the anger in Sam's eyes.
    "Sammy, calm down. I'm just saying' he's dead; you shot him yourself with the colt. I just don't know why you’re still worried about it."
    "We don't know how many people is out there, that are like me Dean. That's why I want to know more. I want to know what why he killed mom, if there's more out there like him, and how many others there are like me. Not to mention what they can do."
    "Besides Dean, the yellow eyed demon wasn't the only thing that came out of the gate when it was open, which means any of them could pick up where he left off."
    A sense of tension had passed over the brothers. Sam sat frustrated, and Dean knew it. Dean understood, no matter how thick headed he could be and how gun ho he was, he understood how scared Sam was. There was no idea to what Sam or the others could do, and they still had no idea what the yellow eyes demon planned out.
    Slowly Dean put his hand on Sam’s leg, while his other remained sternly on the wheel.
    "What?" said Sam with a gruffness that made Dean shift slightly in his seat.
    "Nothing, Sammy, I was just trying to be supportive. I get it. That's all."
:    Sam looked slightly skeptic as Dean rubbed his leg just slightly up from his knee.
    "No your not. The only thing you’re thinking about or with is your dick!" said Sam.
    "Dude, I'm trying to be supportive and you have to go off, not everything is about my cock." Said Dean slightly outraged at the accusations Sam was directing at him.
    "Sorry, but your not normally nice, it's weird." Said Sam, reproachful of the way he had jumped to conclusions about Deans intentions.
    "So you wanna, then?" asked Dean slyly while looking out of the corner of his eye, looking from his hand to Sam, and then back again.
    "No! god dude, you're such an ass." Said Sam as he shoved his brother’s hand from his leg and crossed his arm to look out the window.
    "Bitch" said Dean jokingly under his breath, smiling.
    "Jerk" stated Sam back, with the same sly joking grin on his face.

    The gravel slid as the wheels came to a halt in the old dirt lot of the Road House. Dean and Sam made there way into the bar that was so familiar and safe to them, that it seemed more like home than they had ever felt anywhere else.
    "Hey Ellen". Dean greeted the owner as if they had never left, and lived there their entire lives.
    "Dean, Sam," came the response from the women behind the bar, much like a mother figure.
    "Eh Ellen" said Sam all quiet and sheepishly as though embarrassed by his brother.
    "Is Ash back there?" Sam was eager to find out everything he could about the yellow eyes demon.
    "He's been hauled up in there four the past three days. I've been leaving his meals outside the door for him. The only reason I know he's still alive is because the plates keep getting cleared."
    She grinned. She felt as much like a mother to the boys as they thought of her as one. "Hang on and I'll go knock on his door, he'll probably need a good cleaning before he can see you guys. Trust me; you’ll want him to take a shower before being stuck in a room with him."
    Dean and Sam both laughed.

    Ash was a techno wiz, but when he got onto something he wouldn't sleep, and he'd stay hauled up in his room for days until he had everything he could find on the subject. Ellen went to the back and knocked on the door. The tired, wired and unkempt Ash opened the door.
    "You got company there, Ash. But by the looks of you, a good shower and some clean clothes would be in order before I send them your way. What ya say?"
    "Umm...yeah. hey Ellen, yeah totally. I completely agree, I..I've been really working hard on this thing for Sam and Dean I think I..."
    "Don’t tell me, I don't want to know" She interrupted the twenty three year old. "You do your thing, and the boys go hunting. I run the bar, and hand out a beer that’s the extent of my involvement."
    Ellen was the type that would be there in a crunch for any of her friends, but she loved her bar, and it was her life’s work. If she didn't have to get involved she didn't. She went back out to the bar, and saw Dean and Sam talking quietly amongst themselves. There were a ton of other hunters in the joint and she knew that they must be looking for something dangerous if they were keeping this quiet. In this job other hunters could be a help, but they could also be a major hindrance.
    "He'll be right out boys, give'em twenty minutes. IN the mean time how about I get you both a beer."
    "Make it a scotch for me, eh Ellen?" said Dean, trying yet again to look tough and overcompensate.
    "That'll be two beers" replied Ellen who took Dean in small doses, and met his tough physic with one of her own.

    While Sam and Dean sat discussing what little they had to go on, and working out plans to re-supply and where to go next, Ash finished preparing the work he collected, backed up his files and grabbed his clothes.
    He proceeded to the shower, which although he needed he never much liked. Since the Ellen had bought the bar and lived upstairs, the only place for Ash to rent when he had arrived was the back room. Neither there was nor private bathroom, but a shower had been put in to accommodate him.
    Ash was a simple guy, and had nothing to be Ashamed of, so a shower curtain, a faucet, and a drain was all he needed. The problem was that it was never really that private, some of the hunters got lonely out on hunts by themselves for months, and Ash used it to his advantage.
    When times got rougher than normal, and he needed some cash he would sometimes run favors in the washroom, posing purposely for the hunters that stumbled in...
    However today the washroom was empty and thankful for it, Ash locked the door behind him. He turned on the faucets and let the hot water run. The steam filled the room slowly, and Ash felt the steam slowly rub up off the floor to his chest.
    When Ash wasn't working on his computers for some demonic information session, or seducing the hunters for a spare buck he worked on his body. Despite his appearance of uncut hair, geeky attire, and normal dirt under his fingernails, and sometimes on his face, he had a wonderful body.
    His torso was well sculpted with defined abdominals, and a wonderful pair of muscular arms and pectorals. Combined with his shaggy hair, that would hide his face but when cut showed off the definition of his jaw line, Ash was an extremely good-looking guy hidden in behind his geek persona.
    The water was nice and warm, and Ash hadn't realized how long he'd missed this until now. As the small streams of water ran down his neck, and over his pectorals, they traced lines around his six pack and past his v-lined hips.
    Ash allowed the water to caress him and slowly moved his hands over his body. Running them down his stomach and slowly massaging the dimpled cheeks of his buttocks. When he seduced the hunters very few ever paid much attention to his face, they were always focused on the parts that intrigued them; His rock hard ass, and his huge eight and a half inch cock.
    Although Ash never noticed his own ass, he, like the hunters, couldn't miss the massive bulge that Mother Nature placed between his legs. Running his hands slowly forward massaging his thighs and hips, he found his member, and treated it with care. Stroking it slowly, he both pleased himself and cleaned in the process. His member was hard and thick, throbbing in his hand as he stroked it with care.
    The pleasure ran in currents up his back and straight to the pleasure centers of the brain. He'd known this feeling for years, and enjoyed every minute of it working his right hand slowly up and down his shaft, while his left slowly moved over his smooth rippled chest. His eyes were closed and he was thinking of a man being in the shower with him. Licking his chest, and kissing the lobes of his ear. Sucking on his neck and all the while stroking him off into euphoria.
    The other young man looked up and Ash could imagine his face, the hard ridged face of ...
    "Bang Bang Bang" came from the washroom door. Ash was back in reality now. "Hurry it up Ash, some of us gotta take a leak in there." Yelled the voice of some other hunter that was currently hanging out in the bar.
    "dammit" said Ash, slightly frustrated at being interrupted, "guess I'll just have to finish with him in a few minutes, maybe in person this time", a sly grin crossed his face

    Dean and Sam were close to finishing their beer, and had seen Ash cross the back hall in a tight blue towel to his room, about fifteen minutes ago.
    "Well shall we see if the doc is in decent condition to see us now, Sammy?" asked Dean, as he came back from a quick game of pool
    "Sure, but this time Dean, try to keep you rocket in your Dockers, I need this information from Ash, and I can't have him distracted". Sam knew Dean was like a loose cannon at his best. If ever Dean should have gotten a tattoo it would have read "A stiff cock knows no conscience".
    "Yeah yeah, give me some credit here, Ash isn't my type anyway."
    "Dean if it walks it's your type" said Sam in a sarcastic tone, thinking of all the girls he normally wowed and all the guys he'd fucked when time served. Dean was a ladies man, and a man's man all in one tough, good-looking package, and Sam knew it.
    "Fine let's just get in there and then get our asses back on the road to get that fucker." said Dean, slightly annoyed and feeling defeated. The two boys went in the back and knocked on the door that read "Dr. Badass".
    "Dr. Badass, phhh." remarked Dean, "More like Dr. nice tight ass". He grinned and smiled slyly.
    "Oh, shut up dude. I knew you couldn't go anywhere without thinking with your head, and I'm not talking about the one on your shoulders." replied Sam. The door creaked open slightly after they knocked.
    Ash's head peered out from behind the door, the rest of him hidden by the door itself. "s'up guys. C'mon in. I was just thinking about you." They both slid slightly past the opening in the door, into the dark room, lit only by the dim hue of a couple computer screens that remained alight.
    Sam turned around after a couple steps into the room to talk with Ash. "wow!, oh dude, you want us to give you a minutes to get some clothes on?" asked Sam, slightly surprised as he had turned to see Ash in full glory locking the door. Dean grinned and gave Ash the top to bottom look as he turned to meet Sam’s comment.
    "leave'm alone Sammy, if Ash feels comfortable in his fine form, than we shouldn't judge." Dean was still looking Ash over from head to head, and growing harder by the second. Barely able to control the power behind it, the button on his Dockers was holding back his thick juicy mass. Sam was also getting rock hard.
    Although he wouldn't admit to it, he had always had a fantasy about Ash, and had done his share with Dean. The thoughts in his mind were overwhelming, the first was the Yellow eye's demon, but right along side it was Ash's tight ass, and naked body. both weighed equally on his mind and he didn't quite know what to do.
    "Sorry, i just got out of the shower, and thought...." He stared at Dean's growing member, and then met Dean's eye's with a slightly raised eyebrow and a small grin uncomfortably awkward and worried he wouldn't get the information, sam jumped in saying "So... what did you find out about the yellow eyes demon?"
    "Alright, we'll get to the point first. But I remind you Sam, I don't offer my services for free you know.” Sam was intrigued, but desperate to find out what he knew, "fine, anything you want Ash, but first I gotta get that info, it's really important."
    "Alright" said Ash, "the yellow eye's demon..." he moved slowly over to his computer making sure Dean and Sam could get a good view of every inch of his body. The two boys joined him, by his side, to the computer screen.
    "I did some research and found out that there have been more crib fires. Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Oregon. All three have had people with unexplained psychic abilities, weird things happening, and crib fires 22 years ago.
    “Your mom wasn't the first Sam, and I notice something else, all the accounts we've had so far make small, inverse pentagrams. You know what that means ...”
    Sam quickly jumped in "sign of evil.”
    "Sign of evil is right" said Ash.
    "Now I did some more digging and found out something even greater, a prophecy declared by god before Joseph. If a child of good, corrupted and touched by pure evil, would develop a gift..." said Ash; his eye's still taking the odd glance over at Dean, and even more glances at Sam’s growing member and awkwardness. Dean noticed and slowly took his left hand out of the pocket he had it in, his right still playing a light game of pocket pool, and cupped it on Ash's ass.
    Gripping it firmly and letting Ash know that he would do anything Ash wanted after this, as a thanks for the information
    "A psychic gift?" asked Sam in anticipation and anxious to find out.
    "Yep. But that's not all. The child would still be a balance in the world, being of pure good from birth, it would only be natural that evil would influence it in order to stop good from tipping the scales. These children would be powerful tools, and able to do horrible, or great things. Their destiny was to fight the war between good and evil, and hopefully tip the scales. Now evil would like it to be in their favor, but the child is the final choice, and with gods favor on their side, could be unstoppable. But humans are easily corrupted, which means evil can easily sway them, and for centuries it has. They've all gone corrupt, and been killed after they've had an effect, but you Sam, you could be the good one, but you have to go after old yellow eye's himself."
    The amount of information excited them all. Sam was eager and powered by the info, while Dean only managed to get more aroused by Ash's naked body.
    Ash had a mixture of both come over him. The overwhelming excitement of the information simply turned him on more. Now all three cocks were standing erect.
    While Ash's member gave him away completely, Dean and Sam’s remained hidden behind their jeans.
    Ash and Dean couldn't take it much more. Dean was gripping Ash's ass even tighter than before, and Ash reached around to grab his massive bulge in his jeans.
    "Mmmm Ash. You should change that sign on the door, it should read Dr. Nice ass." he grinned.
    Ash replied "I could give you a few nicknames too there Dean, but let's get to the point, I'm horny and apparently you are too."
    Sam was still in thought, but ready to leave and let the two have their "fun" together.
    "wow wow wow, where you goin there Sammy?" asked Ash with a grin.
    "I have some things to think out, and obviously you two want some time.." commented Sam.
    "What about payment Sammy? After all you owe Ash here for his wonderful work." said Dean.
    "True you do Sam, and I have more information for you yet." enticed Ash as he slowly turned his head, hand still on Dean’s groin. "Besides I noticed you have a little issue there, and I don't want anyone leaving here without being fully satisfied." said Ash. His look was shameless, and his other hand slowly moved up Sam’s leg and to his hard stiff cock.
    Sam swallowed slowly. He had fantasized about this moment for a while, ever since he had met Ash. Dean's look was the same normal "come and give it to me bad boy" look, that he always had when he wanted Sam to take advantage of him and relieve his pressure.
    Sam crumbled. "Yeah I guess I do owe you, and I can't exactly go out there with all this excitement.” Said Sam as he slowly undid the button and fly on his jeans.
    Ash grinned, he knew he was about to have one of the best times of his life. Dean was good, but he had wanted the sweet innocent lips of Sam wrapped around his cock since he had called him.
    Those dark blue eyes looking up from below as he was on his knees sucking Ash off were almost enough to make Ash come right then and there, but he held off.
    He pulled Sam in and kissed his lips, sliding his hand down the opening in Sam's jeans. Sam embraced Ash, and kissed back, pulling Dean in from behind, and like so many times before unzipped his jeans. both the boys were kissing Ash, Sam on Ash's lips, and running his hand down to unbutton Deans shirt, Dean kissing Ash's neck and shoulders from behind. The guys were all so close that Ash could feel Sam’s member through his jeans on Ash's bare leg, and Deans pushed up against the back of his ass, pulsing between the crevice of his ass. Ash was running his hand up and down Sam’s cock between the fabrics of his jeans and his boxers. Slowly he dropped them to the floor, and told the boys to take their clothes off.
    Dean was the first with his shirt off; the glare of the computer reflecting off his pecks and enhancing the lines between his abdominal muscles.
    While Sam had seen his brother nude many times before, Ash was in awe of the glory that was Dean's upper body. Ash's jaw dropped slightly and a small line of drool trickled down the corner of his mouth. The anticipation of what lied under the cotton fabrics that covered the massive bulge in Deans pants, was almost more than Ash could bear. Slowly he put his mouth to the bulge and played with it through the jeans, while all the same time, he was firmly gripping Sam's firm ass cheeks. Dean moaned with pleasure, and Sam started to take off his shirt, and allowed Dean to unzip the fly on his jeans.
    Dean’s hand was down the front of Sam's jeans in record time, and ash moved to undo Dean's. The three boys were groping and touching each other with passion and anticipation. Suddenly the mood changed and in a rare turn of events. Sam pushed Ash backwards onto the bed and his back, letting his massive eight and a half incher stand in all its glory.
    Next he took Deans clothes off with his teeth, slowly lowering his jeans to the floor, accompanied by his tight navy blue boxer shorts. Even Sam could admit that dean should have been a model. The boxers perfectly defined his v-lined hips and outlined his Cock and massive balls to perfection. But in no time they too were on the floor and Sam was on his knees. He pushed Dean hard onto the bed, he knew how much Dean liked to be rough housed when he was in the throws, and Sam took no mercy on him.
    With both Dean and Ash on the bed with their legs hanging over the edge and both their beautiful pricks erect, Sam began his mission. Dean and Ash felt each others bodies and moved their tongues in and out, darting between each others lips, while Sam pleasured them both. Sam had been giving Dean Blow jobs since they had hit puberty and if he could have gotten a degree in it, he would have gone for his masters.
    Slowly sucking Deans thick helmet shaped head and playing with Ash's balls in between the swift strokes, he could hear them moaning with delight. Slowly Sam moved his fingers down on Ash, he wanted to know just how well Ash could take it, and from that he would decide the next move. Sliding his finger in and out of Ash's firm muscular ass, he added the second, the third and eventually the fourth.
    He knew Ash had been around the block, but he had no idea just how experienced he was. A smile spread slightly across his face, and he glanced up at Dean. Dean knew exactly what Sam was thinking and without missing a beat moved into position. He climbed on top of Ash and slowly began to insert his large cock head into the tight, yet incredibly experienced ass of Ash's.
    Ash screamed with Delight. "Ahhhhh.. Oh yeah Dean I want you to fuck me, do me hard with that big man meat of yours."
    Dean instantly complied, and knowing How dean liked it, Sam spread Dean's legs. Dean moaned as Sam licked and rimmed him, darting his tongue in and out to lube him up, while he slowly guided in and out of Ash.
    Suddenly, Dean tensed ass he felt Sam's Huge 9.5 incher enter into him. Sam took no time and spared no gentleness, knowing dean loved it rough. he started driving Dean hard, and with every push forcing dean into Ash just as hard.
    "Oh Sammy... Fuck yeah dude, give it to me rough." Cried Dean. "Spank me, Slap my ass and treat me like a bad boy", he yelled.
    Sam instantly complied. "Whack!!" "Whack!!!", Sam’s hand slammed into the cheeks of Dean's ass, leaving behind the already red marks, that would later bruise. He grabbed Dean’s shoulders, and pulled them back controlling dean's every motion.
    Ash could feel the tension rising within him, he knew what was coming, and with every moan and scream of pleasure he knew, that the Winchester boys would always be the best fuck he'd ever get.
    As dean slid out of ash's ass on the one withdrawal, he slammed it back in on the next, and the force was enough for Ash to blow his load without ever having to touch his cock. Four long stings of cum oozed out hitting ash's chest, face, and the bed.
    Dean loved the sight and bent forward slightly to lick what he could. He was still driving hard into ash, when Sam grabbed his shoulder and bit. The two brothers came at the same time. The pleasure of Sam inside dean made him burst at the seems, and the pain in his shoulder just intensified things.
    "ahh..ahhh. ahhhhhhh... “came Sam’s voice as his body jerked in random motions with his muscle coming inside dean.
    Dean came inside Ash and filled him to the rim. Ash could feel the hot white fluids push into him, and fill every inch of his insides.
    The three men were exhausted and collapsed on the bed. Naked and fondling each other, while they finished their payment to one another with a make out session.

    After a bit of relaxing Dean and Sam took a shower, Ash joined them and as they helped each other lather up and fondled each other some more, Dean was the only one to get hard again. He gave Ash a wink as he noticed Ash looking at it.
    "I would buddy but I'm exhausted, and I don't think I could take it another time. God, if I don’t rest for a good week now, I’ll never be able to walk again." he looked Dean up and down and grinned “and not being able to have you inside me again would be a tragedy...” he winked.
    Dean grinned the usual wide eyed grin of a supermodel, slightly devilish, and relished the flattery "well thanks Ash, and don't worry whenever your ready again so am I". Dean slowly looked at Sammy, curiously and with the same sly grin and nod.
    "oh god no dean, I just gave you all i got, and your the only one I know who can go like four rounds and then get back up and do it again. Besides we have to get on the road, we got work to do."
    "Awe, you bunch of pussies. What am I, too big for you?"
    Sam rolled his eyes at Dean and made a laughing cough sound. "c'mon, we gotta get to work" said Sam.
    “Fine, I'll finish dry off and meet you guys at the bar.” He began to jerk himself off, but the feeling wasn't the same, he knew he'd hold it, and eventually he'd get Sam later.

Valentines

2008-02-15T00:11:42Z

Hand Made Chocolate Rose buds: $30 and 3 hours of work
Blue Dyed Orchids: $15 and two weeks planning
Movie Tickets to Jumper: $20
Candles: $5
Rose Petals: $10
Movies for the perfect night: $16

Feeling your heart break into a thousand pieces because your Fiancee is angry you won't try to get Guitar hero from you roommates, because your have the most romantic night planned: Priceless and Unforgettable

Happy Valentines, this real life story brought to you by Humiliation. Humiliation: accepted and expected everywhere.

alex_west001 @ 2008-02-11T19:03:00

2008-02-12T00:05:36Z

Dear Drama Queen,

We've been friends for 4 years, and most days I love you. However, if you throw one more bitch fit over something as stupid as my not going out for a day, due to work or School, I'm going to bitch slap you like the bitch you are until my hands hurt.

Love

Tired of your fits!

Too kind for my own good

2008-02-11T23:45:30Z

Dear Inconsiderate Roommate,

I Don't care what the hell happened to your Fucking Car!!! If you take Mine again, Drive 600KM at a time that interferes with my use of it, Spill a drink on the seats, and Smoke inside it knowing I just Quit and asked you not to, I"M GOING TO PUSH YOU IN FRONT OF A GOD DAMNED MOVING TRAIN YOU FUCKING INCONSIDERATE BITCH!!!!!

From Your annoyed friend and Roommate,

Too Kind for My own good

Psychological abuse

2007-12-17T07:16:45Z

I'm supposed to go home for Christmas. Most people would be ecstatic about going home and spending holidays with the family. Problem is, how do you enjoy family when they want you to be someone you're not?

I specifically asked my parents to make an attempt at asking my boyfriend if he would come to Christmas. I know they don't get along with him and there are issues, but that is not the point. The point of the matter is that I know, they know, and he knows that he would respectfully decline because he has his own family to spend time with, work, and an entire life that is 7 hours away and cannot leave for that long. It was never about his coming with me GOD DAMMIT, it was the idea that this is the POLITE thing to do, the socially proper thing that people are supposed to do in polite society.
I was raised under the pretense that even if you detested someone it was polite for you to be cordial to them. You didn't have to be nice, but you had to be cordial. Now I'm beginning to realize I was raised under these morals by a group of hypocrites. Not only have they been rude since first meeting, but they continued even through the time when humanity is supposed to be the most caring, compassionate, and loving towards one another. They couldn't even be bothered with trying to pick up the phone to talk to my boyfriend, let alone spend a moment with him in 9 months of our dating. So here's a letter to them from me.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know you don't respect my choices in life and that I'm not going to be the "perfect son" that you had envisioned, but news flash: SUCK IT UP, AND GROW THE FUCK UP!
You raised me to understand that no matter what, upon meeting someone you should talk to them, get to know them, and if after all attempts still couldn't grow to like the person, that the socially polite thing was to be cordial. YOU'RE A BUNCH OF HYPOCRITES!
When you me my boyfriend you wouldn't speak to him or acknowledge him. Of course he was nervous to meet you, your my parents, he's not going to talk. This is where you're supposed to be the adults and talk to him, break the ice and be kind. Instead you treat him like shit and go from being the parents that I told him I couldn't wait for him to meet, to the parents from hell who I'm so ashamed to have that I'm scared to introduce anyone I know to you.
In the summer there were multiple weekends you could have spent with me, and even a few where you could have gotten to know my boyfriend. Instead you did the one word breakfasts, and went on little trips to god knows where to avoid us. Hell you went to bed at 9:00 pm on a Saturday night so as not to have to sit in the living room with us while watching movies. Mom, you even bailed on a trip to the flea market, which I had planned for all three of us two weeks in advance, by getting up early and going shopping with my sister. You ditched us and didn't think twice about it.
At thanksgiving you specifically stated over the phone to "come home alone", and then wondered why my boyfriend wouldn't come into the house when he came to pick me up. He did it out of the kindness of his heart to save you the money it would cost to send me back on the bus, and me a 7 hour trip in solitude.
You haven't tried once. You have fought with him, you've been down right rude, and now that he has no respect for you and will stand up for himself you're even worse. You pick fights with me about coming home for such a short time, due to work, and blame it on him. You try to persuade me that he's controlling and cause fights between us.
The biggest thing I don't understand is why? Why can't you see how happy this person makes me, and how much I love him? Why haven't you seen how much I love him and asked yourselves why? Worst of all, Why can't you see what you're doing to me?
I'm in love with someone who loves me, treats me like a king, and makes me smile everyday, and every second that I'm with him, I'm torn. I'm stuck between my loyalty to you, my family, who I was told is thicker than water, and would be the people who would love me and be there to help me every time I fell; and between a man who makes me feel like I can do anything, who loves me with all his heart, who treats me like I'm the best thing in the world, and who would give anything to me if I asked. Don't you see how much I'm hurting?
Can you see how hard you've made this for me, or have you gotten so caught up in your own pride and selfish fighting, that you can't see that you're not killing him, you're killing me? I don't want to be home anymore, but I don't feel right being here. I feel that if I choose him, I'll never see you again, or that I'll never be able to go home happy again. If I choose you though I lose everything I love in him and risk breaking his heart when I can't be with him anymore. How do you expect me to make a choice like that, while at the moment I try to be neutral and both sides see me as the enemy. You hate me for apparently being on his side, and secretly he regrets me and feels betrayed because he thinks I'm on your side.
I don't know what you want anymore. I used to think that you meant it when you said all you wanted was for me to be happy, but now I can't believe that. I was happy and you made that miserable and made me feel sick with guilt for it.

The only way to be happy now is choose the last option, out! here's the rope and there's the rafters. "I'm holding on the rope, you've got me ten feet off the ground. I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound."

I'm sorry

***( note to the readers, this is metaphorical, not literal, and I have not intentions on taking my life into my own hands)****