Paco Valdez
You head back to your room. You need to gather your things before leaving town. You walk the road to the hotel as quickly as possible without looking suspicious. Maybe it's your paranoia, but the walk seems to take forever, like time has slowed for you.
You finally get to the hotel and walk up the steps. You get to your room and walk in, having left it unlocked. Inside is the woman, lying in bed still. A smile is on her lips and you wonder if it's contentment or deviousity.
You start to gather your things but your eyes keep coming back to that slut in your bed. Your life is at risk because of her. She could have told you who she was. Why would she do that to you? What did you do to deserve this? Fuck.
The more you think about it, the more worked up with anger you get. That stupid, ignorant little bitch! She stirs a bit and sits up, looking at you while holding the sheet over her breasts.
"You're leaving?" She asks.
You bite back a bitter retort and continue packing as though she hadn't spoken to you. You pack furiously and are almost finished when you shoot her an evil glare.
"What is wrong with you?" She asks.
"Why didn't you tell me who you were?" You say with a sinister tone.
"Why?" She asks. "Who do you think I am?"
Like she doesn't know! "You're Paco Valdez's girl." You say to her in a harsh whisper like the hiss of a snake.
"Oh." She says. "It didn't seem important last night. You and I were after the same thing, and I didn't think it mattered who was what."
This stupid whore! What was she thinking?! Doesn't she realize she has put your life on the line?! You have the urge to back-hand her across the face as your rage intensifies.
Do you smack her around a bit, or take your shit and get the hell out?
You finally get to the hotel and walk up the steps. You get to your room and walk in, having left it unlocked. Inside is the woman, lying in bed still. A smile is on her lips and you wonder if it's contentment or deviousity.
You start to gather your things but your eyes keep coming back to that slut in your bed. Your life is at risk because of her. She could have told you who she was. Why would she do that to you? What did you do to deserve this? Fuck.
The more you think about it, the more worked up with anger you get. That stupid, ignorant little bitch! She stirs a bit and sits up, looking at you while holding the sheet over her breasts.
"You're leaving?" She asks.
You bite back a bitter retort and continue packing as though she hadn't spoken to you. You pack furiously and are almost finished when you shoot her an evil glare.
"What is wrong with you?" She asks.
"Why didn't you tell me who you were?" You say with a sinister tone.
"Why?" She asks. "Who do you think I am?"
Like she doesn't know! "You're Paco Valdez's girl." You say to her in a harsh whisper like the hiss of a snake.
"Oh." She says. "It didn't seem important last night. You and I were after the same thing, and I didn't think it mattered who was what."
This stupid whore! What was she thinking?! Doesn't she realize she has put your life on the line?! You have the urge to back-hand her across the face as your rage intensifies.
Do you smack her around a bit, or take your shit and get the hell out?