Alaina: Nephilim
God Damn the fat fuck wouldn’t shut up. Screaming in her head like a damned banshee on helium. High pitched and whiney as fuck.
“Quite yer fucking whining you fat fuck!” Alaina yelled. “He didn’t do shit that you should fire him for, just cause I barfed all over your god damn illegal ledgers? Then quit laundering money for ‘Tiny’ Malone.”
“Fuck you’re a loud son-of-a-bitch!” She wanted to cry it hurt so bad. “I won’t tell about anything else,” she said leaning close to his face and finishing as she screamed in his ear. “If your just SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!”
“Fuck! Gimme the Jack Black from the bottom right drawer.” waving her hand expectantly she slammed her head into the cheap steel desk… Hard. She was crying before hand. And a little less afterwards. Was the ?pain? dulling her ?pain? What the fuck kinds shit was happening here.
Then she Grabbed Randall head and screamed in his face. “I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She jerked, blood running from her nose as Randall had a seizure and went stiff as a cock on new magazine day. When his eyes rolled up in his head and blood started running from his ears and nose, Alaina sagged and leaned back against the couch, her hand resting in a pool of vomit (hers) and alcohol (his).
“Fuck that’s nice…..” She sighed closing her eyes as the quiet. No it wasn’t dead silent, but it was a lot quieter for whatever reasons the ghosts and demons had finally stopped screaming in her Head and were just a blur for the moment.
God Damn the fat fuck wouldn’t shut up. Screaming in her head like a damned banshee on helium. High pitched and whiney as fuck.
“Quite yer fucking whining you fat fuck!” Alaina yelled. “He didn’t do shit that you should fire him for, just cause I barfed all over your god damn illegal ledgers? Then quit laundering money for ‘Tiny’ Malone.”
“Fuck you’re a loud son-of-a-bitch!” She wanted to cry it hurt so bad. “I won’t tell about anything else,” she said leaning close to his face and finishing as she screamed in his ear. “If your just SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!”
“Fuck! Gimme the Jack Black from the bottom right drawer.” waving her hand expectantly she slammed her head into the cheap steel desk… Hard. She was crying before hand. And a little less afterwards. Was the ?pain? dulling her ?pain? What the fuck kinds shit was happening here.
Then she Grabbed Randall head and screamed in his face. “I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She jerked, blood running from her nose as Randall had a seizure and went stiff as a cock on new magazine day. When his eyes rolled up in his head and blood started running from his ears and nose, Alaina sagged and leaned back against the couch, her hand resting in a pool of vomit (hers) and alcohol (his).
“Fuck that’s nice…..” She sighed closing her eyes as the quiet. No it wasn’t dead silent, but it was a lot quieter for whatever reasons the ghosts and demons had finally stopped screaming in her Head and were just a blur for the moment.