The ex

“Jake?” The words are there before you even think. His wild dark brown hair, light brown skin, the trip to Hawaii to meet his parents, his thick meaty cock, it all fills your head as you turn to see this early twenties guy you’ve never seen before.

“Hey Sarah. Your mom said you’d be here. Wanna grab a coffee?”

More memories flood your head. Sex, hot steamy sex, surfing, him teaching you, and fighting, yelling, fucking, passion, you might, you do, you love him, but no, you hate him as well, he is toxic. The image sears in your head of him convincing you to bring others into the bedroom, so much fun at first, crazy sloppy fucking, but it wasn’t enough, he cheated on you constantly. A slap. A punch. A fist fight. Oh, this guy is bad news. “It’s over Jake. I don’t care if my parents want us together, they don’t know the real you do they.” You spit the words at him with venom.

“I know. I was in town. I’m sorry. I’ve changed. Grown up, you know. We were kids. I was stupid.” He looks at his feet. Looks up. “Okay, I’ll go, I’m sorry.”

Emotions flow through your head, a fire is burning inside of your chest. Your fingernails bite into your palms as you form tight fists. He turns to leave. A part of your brain screams at you to ask him to stay.