Hurt Me
“How's your weekend going”, my phone pings with another message from Mr. Sadistic. It's been a month now of talking and plans to meet that never seemed to happen, what harm could possibly come from telling him the truth? My weekend was going so shit! “i got drunk again and made some poor life decisions,” I reply to him, not thinking too much of it, trying to get the memory of poor Joe out of my head. I had fun with him but in the morning, I regretted everything, realizing I'm alone again. His sweet release only lasted a mere few hours, just like the many men that came before him. “i probably already know the answer but what did you do” at that moment I felt good getting a rise out of him, he’d blown me off twice at this point, he needed to know what he was missing out on. “i don’t remember his name”. I think he could feel the smugness through the phone, “is he still there?” his reply was so quick. I knew I was winding him up and I didn’t expect him to do anything other than feel the jealousy I wanted to inflict on him. “no hes gone” “ok, pack your stuff and get on that fucking train”