Another Monday Morning
A few minutes later she appears in her dressing gown and runs to the bathroom slamming the door behind her, obviously highly embarassed. Best friend then appears shabily dressed. He begins to apologise profusely and attempts to somehow excuse his betrayal.
I let him panic for a while then calmly tell him it's ok. "Look, don't worry about me guy. Under normal circumstances I would be highly pissed, but these aren't normal circumstances. It's you I'm worried about. I really didn't think she'd do it again after the last time."
He stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean you're worried about me? What do you mean she did it again? What are you talking about?".
I sighed deep and began. "A year ago I went with a prostitute and contracted HIV. I then gave it to her. Since then she's never been able to accept it fully and decided to take it out on all men by screwing as many as she can and giving it to them."
He was turning white and began stuttering. "You're taking the piss! You're just trying to scare me."
I look directly at him. "It would be a badly fucked up thing to do something like that to someone guy. Whether you believe me or not I strongly suggest you get a blood test done pronto."
His face hardened. "So if she's got aids and she screws around then why are you still with her."
I thought that would be obvious, I gave her the aids in the first place and secondly I love her. It upsets me that she screws around but it's only fair considering I did it first. At that moment cries are heard from the bathroom.
"Damn! That must be more of her hair falling out. What a bastard I've been to do that to such a beautiful woman."
Hearing this the friend grabs his coat and runs out the door to his car and screams off in a panic. I sit smug until the bitch comes out the bathroom flicking through the multitude of shit on the TV.
The bathroom door bolt shuttles back and she appears, red eyed and sniffing. "I'm sorry baby, I don't know what came over me, it was just...",
"Hey, don't worry about it, I told him you had aids and he believed me. I also told him you've been sleeping with as many guys as possible to spread the aids to get me back for giving it to you."
"You BASTARD!"
"Hey, fuck you! You're the filthy bitch that bedded my best friend and now you're names going to be shit. You won't get to screw around again in this town baby"
She screams in rage and charges toward you, arms flailing.
I let him panic for a while then calmly tell him it's ok. "Look, don't worry about me guy. Under normal circumstances I would be highly pissed, but these aren't normal circumstances. It's you I'm worried about. I really didn't think she'd do it again after the last time."
He stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean you're worried about me? What do you mean she did it again? What are you talking about?".
I sighed deep and began. "A year ago I went with a prostitute and contracted HIV. I then gave it to her. Since then she's never been able to accept it fully and decided to take it out on all men by screwing as many as she can and giving it to them."
He was turning white and began stuttering. "You're taking the piss! You're just trying to scare me."
I look directly at him. "It would be a badly fucked up thing to do something like that to someone guy. Whether you believe me or not I strongly suggest you get a blood test done pronto."
His face hardened. "So if she's got aids and she screws around then why are you still with her."
I thought that would be obvious, I gave her the aids in the first place and secondly I love her. It upsets me that she screws around but it's only fair considering I did it first. At that moment cries are heard from the bathroom.
"Damn! That must be more of her hair falling out. What a bastard I've been to do that to such a beautiful woman."
Hearing this the friend grabs his coat and runs out the door to his car and screams off in a panic. I sit smug until the bitch comes out the bathroom flicking through the multitude of shit on the TV.
The bathroom door bolt shuttles back and she appears, red eyed and sniffing. "I'm sorry baby, I don't know what came over me, it was just...",
"Hey, don't worry about it, I told him you had aids and he believed me. I also told him you've been sleeping with as many guys as possible to spread the aids to get me back for giving it to you."
"You BASTARD!"
"Hey, fuck you! You're the filthy bitch that bedded my best friend and now you're names going to be shit. You won't get to screw around again in this town baby"
She screams in rage and charges toward you, arms flailing.