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"Jesus, Rhodes. Don't you think you've done enough damage already?"

Evan frowned and rolled his eyes at the speaker. "Honestly?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, his body language sending out hostile signs to those wary - or intelligent - enough to pick up on.

Lars sighed and ran his long fingers through his hair, looking around to make sure no one would happen to overhear. "Yes. You've put that poor girl through hell, man. Yeah sure she was being a crazy bitch, as all girls do, but if you're not going to break it off with her, I will. I can't watch you drag this shit out any longer, man. Just can't." He shook his head to add emphasis, slumping down in his seat and lolling his head back to stare blankly at the ceiling.

"I don't give a fuck 'bout what you think. She's a she devil, Lars. She fuckin' used me, and I have plans to get back at her. One last night is all I need. You'll see." Evan turned his hand over and made the motion of buffing his nails on his shirt before taking a long gulp from his tea. "Then it will be all over and you can get with her since you seem to care so much about that crazy hag."
"You shouldn't talk about your girl like that. It's not good for karma, man." Lars mumbled, his attention still on the ceiling.

"She's not gonna be my girl much longer, if I can help it." Evan grinned tightly, his eyes making small slits, the deep blue color barely showing through. 'Just one last night...' He repeated, making it a mantra in his head as he scooted up out of the chair and walked over to a trashcan to toss his now empty cup. "See ya later. Hopefully I'll have good news by then."

An affirmative grunt followed behind Evan. He was a man on a mission, and as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered but this one moment. He really only had this single chance to be rid of her forever. It was almost Christmas again, and the college was shooing the students off campus and back to their homes. If she made it back home before the break up, her parents would know about their 'engagement' and their costly 'wedding plans'. Now, Evan actually loved the crazed woman a year prior, or at least, he lusted after her. At his age it was easy to get those two things mixed up in college. Especially in college.

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They had met in a café just off campus, as Evan liked to frequent the place since it had a wonderful homemade hot chocolate, and she had liked to frequent the place to pick up unassuming guys. Evan was one such guy. Almost instantly, he had noticed her, walking inside the place with an expensive looking coat and a hairdo to match. Not to mention she had a great figure, which Evan no doubt picked up on. He had eyed her from across the tiny room, sending her a dazzling smile and a head tilt to indicate his interest. She ignored him at first, casting him a weary sideways glace with pursed lips. Only after he took his eyes off her to remove his coat, did she come calling.

"Ohh, my, aren't you a handsome one." She had crooned like some old woman talking to a purebred hound. "You from the college?" She asked, lifting her gloved hand daintily in the direction of the building.

"Mhmm. Why you asking?" His voice had a slight gruff.

"Oh, well. I transferred over here last week. Was meaning to catch a local and have them show me around town, but I was so busy getting settled into my new apartment, it must've just slipped my mind. You know how that is." She sat down, joining him at his table uninvited verbally, though the invitation was clearly in Evan's eyes.

He had stared at her for quite some time before nodding in agreement. "I'd love to...show you around." He told her, his intentions even clearer in his voice.
And that was how it started. They fucked like rabbits the moment they left the little café, and had been together ever since. It would be two years now tonight. But tonight Evan had plans other than celebrating, though celebrating he would do because, hey. One last go for the road couldn't hurt.

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"Rea? You back yet?" Evan called, stepping into the woman's apartment and shrugging off his heavy jacket and laying it over a nearby chair before walking into the living room area while unwinding his scarf. "Rea?" He called again, poking his head into the bedroom to see if she was asleep, but the room was empty, much to his relief. He had just barely set his scarf on the dresser when he noticed the pretty little ring the nut had bought herself as an 'engagement ring'. Who buys themselves engagement rings? Crazy people, Evan thought, nodding his head absently. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, flopping back on it when he failed to find some sort of activity to keep himself occupied while he waited for Rea to get back.

In the meantime, he found some mild enjoyment unzipping and re zipping his pants, smiling a little at the funny sound it made. He was just through one more un zip when he heard the door open and the tell tale sign of heels clicking on the wood floor. "Honey bun?" She questioned into the room, probably after seeing his coat hanging there. Evan slid off the bed and walked out to the doorway.

"Yeah, I'm here." He leaned against the frame and looked her up and down, getting a mini strip tease as she shed her many layered exoskeleton of coats and jackets and gloves, among other things Evan saw no use for. "How was your day?" He asked pleasantly, though he did not bother listening to the long winded and completely pointless reply. It was always the same every day anyway. "Good, good." Evan smiled when he noticed she had finished her spiel.

"Hey honey, I'm going to-" Rea stopped suddenly, looking at him strangely before pointing to his pants in their currently unzipped state. "You so eager to give me my anniversary present, baby...?" She purred, a smirk on her plump lips as she moved in closer to him.

At this point, his body was simply conditioned to respond appropriately to her touches, though he no longer felt any pleasure from it. Well, much pleasure, in any case. It still felt great, sure. But his heart wasn't in on it, and that kind of ruined the entire point. At least, for him. He was not sure how they ended up in the bed and entirely nude, but that is exactly where he found himself next.

He blinked, watching her hover over him and mount him like she usually did when she was particularly horny. He could feel her entire body tremble on top his, and he let go an involuntary moan while his hands moved on their own accord to grasp her soft hips tightly. He usually left marks of some kind, be them bite or bruise, though all of them where asked - no, demanded - from her. Rea liked to be marked, to be branded as somebody's plaything.

Evan had no idea why anyone would ever desire that, but he gave in to her pushing to leave some sort of reminder of the night before. "Ohhh, yes, baby. Fuck me harder, mmm, yes, just like that..." She would whisper, leaning backwards in order to change the angle, and also allowing him to watch as she rode him like the purebred hound he was. Evan was never quite sure how long these fucks would last; all he knew was to wait for her to get quiet before he could even think about hurrying towards his own end. For all the chatter she delivered during the act, in the finale she never could utter more than a quiet sigh.

It finished much like it always did. He would take over in the final moments and drive himself into her quickly, roughly, and she would arch her back, spasm, and milk him dry. Rinse and repeat. Nearly every day. Even sex could get tiring and boring after a while. You know what they say about too much of a good thing...

"I love you."

Fuck it all.

"Mmm, me too." Evan mumbled into a pillow, playing out the tired man act with all the strength he could muster up.

He could hear the livid anger in her voice.

"I said, I love you. Why didn't you say it back? Don't you love me? Evan?" She poked his side.

And here it was. The ending of the ritual they performed after every session. He would eventually get bulled into saying he loved her, she would be placated for the time being, and the next day it would start all over again. But this day, Evan had planned to break out of the vicious cycle. He did not want to wake up to this beautifully horrific face every morning for the rest of his life. He had to break her out of her little fantasy now, before it was too late. Evan could not stand the thought of living with this woman, let alone having children with her, as that was all she could ever talk about. He had to end this.

"Look," Evan started, rolling over and propping his arm up under his head, his muscles bulging a bit and making Rea ogle at him some more. He could vomit.

"Yes?" She had the most hopeful and pitiful look on her face that almost made him stop, but if he stopped now, he would never forgive himself for it.

"Rea...I don't think..." Evan paused for a moment to clear his throat. God, this was harder than he would have thought. "I mean, I don't think we should see each other anymore."

Rea's face went red a second later. "Why you lousy son of a cunt eating bitch." She hissed, pointing an accusing finger at his face. So close, he could bite it off if he wanted. The thought crossed his mind more than once as she continued. "You wait two FUCKING years to break up with me? Why not do it after we first met? You had your fun then, why'd you think DRAGGING IT OUT would make it better? Fuck, Evan, with your body you could get any woman you want!" She went silent for a second, her face contorting into an odd expression.

"Wait a second, I bet that's what this is about, isn't it? You're fucking around on me, aren't you? I bet you are! Oh you dirty, rotten bastard!" She jumped off the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body, her face drenched in tears. "Get out of my bed, motherfucker! I don't want to see you EVER AGAIN. Ever! Oh God," She whimpered, reduced to mere blubbering mass on the floor now. Tears streaked her face and wet the top of the sheet she had pressed to her breasts. Pathetically weak tears...

Evan's breath caught in his throat and he doubled over, scrambling to grab onto something - which happened to be the dresser. 'Where in the hell had that come from?' He wondered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He pulled up his pants once the sick feeling passed, and grabbed his shirt and scarf on the way out from the bedroom.

Evan could hear Rea still sobbing heavily and mumbling random things to herself as he slipped into his coat and shoved his feet into his winter boots. He opened the door, the cold wind hitting him like a ton of bricks to the face. He breathed in the sobering air for a moment before turning from the door and facing the bedroom once more. His eyes took in the surroundings one last time. For two years he had come here. It almost seemed surreal to think this would be the last time. He exhaled. "I'm sorry," He managed to say, loud enough for her to hear.

"Fuck you." She answered.

The door closed silently behind him.

He wasn't sorry.

Not really.