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CHAPTER8
So I spent the next few hours in my private study going through the headlines and Tumblr and all that other shit. And let me tell you, some of this shit made me postal as fuck. I opted to do this shit alone because, seriously, I had no idea how I was going to react to any of this shit. Did my family actually see this shit? This shit was whacked.
What the fuck was a moving truck doing on my property? She didn't have anything left to move; I destroyed all her shit, the only thing left at my place were my clothes and furniture and some artwork, and I know that bitch wasn't crazy enough to take my shit. I had broken the piano and guitars she bought me into kindling, fuck her.
I read some of the fan sites cause, let's face it, sometimes these fuckers knew more about what the fuck was going on than anyone else. Then I came across something that really made me lose my shit, and before I knew what was going on, my dad and brothers were holding me down. What the fuck?
"Calm down, Gage." Brian.
"Come on, Gage, deep breaths." Derrick.
"Son, come on, let's get out of here; maybe you shouldn't do this now; save it for later."
"Dad, she...she, dad." I couldn't fucking breathe, there was a vise grip on my heart, and all I could do was point to the desktop computer while gasping for breath. Derrick and Brian ran over to see what I was talking about.
"What is it, son?"
"She's, she's, in an abandoned building, she's fucking him in an abandoned building like a street rat."
"No, Gage, it's not what it looks like, it's not what you think; man, it's a gif." Brian came over to us.
"What the fuck, Brian? What does that mean? How is this shit a gift?"
I was ready to tear his motherfucking head off for saying some stupid shit like that to me.
"No, not gift Gif, G.I.F."
" WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?" That's it. I was totally gone; I needed a drink in the worst motherfucking way, fuck this shit.
"It's animation, where they take a still photo and make it do all kinds of crazy shit."
"So she's not fucking him there?"
"No, man, it's just someone's idea of a sick joke."
"Who the fuck does that shit?"
"Gage, did you notice that they're fully clothed?"
"Derrick, who the fuck has time to notice that shit? All I saw was him humping back and forth behind her." That shit still made me sick to my stomach, no matter what Brian said.
"And why the fuck would someone do this shit? Are these fuckers trying to make me lose my shit? What kind of fans are these anyway? Do they even stop to think how seeing this shit would make me feel?"
"Okay, bro, it's not about that; you can't let what people say influence you like that. You have to decide for yourself what's best for you. We only told you to read this shit so you could see what's out there, but as for how it makes you feel, you have to sift through the bullshit and get to the truth, and I know you don't want to hear this shit right now, but eventually, you're gonna have to talk to her, the sooner, the better." The whole room went deathly still.
Well, fuck me. No.
