“Hey you needy bitch, did you think you lost me?,” the Rage said, grabbing my already throbbing head and pushing me to the ground.
“Oh thank Christ you’re back, we’re taking shots lefts and right out here bro…” said me. “You won’t believe the shit they’re doing to us!” I say.
“Calm down you psycho, I can’t think when you’re yelling at me,” Rage said. “Why didn’t you tag us in sooner? Why did you let it get this bad? You let the bitches get to you every damn time and then by the time you call me, it’s war. I appreciate the work, as we all have to eat, but still,” he said, clearly frustrated with me.
“So my therapist said that…”
“Woah woah woah hold the fuck up. Since when do you do what you’re told?”
“I’m trying to get better, remember? Sometimes I have to do things I don’t want to do… like listen to other people,” I say.
Rage laughs. “That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. And how is that working out for you? Is life all butterflies and rainbows and pretty little flowers? Or does it still suck ass like it always has?”
“Still sucks ass,” I mumble. “I just wanted to try something different for a change.”
“Well that was a dumb idea. Now that you’ve proven to me that you can’t handle this, it’s time I take over.”
“Just don’t hurt anyone like last time,” I beg.
“Excuse me, but I don’t listen to you anymore,” he said as he walked away, leaving me to wonder what kind of damage he will do this time.