Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Pundit

“It’s not like that, I swear,” he says, as tears run down his cheeks.

“Bullshit! If it’s not like that, then why are we even having this conversation?” she snaps back.

“W-W-What? You’re the one with the overactive imagination, attacking me with your crazy stories and baseless accusations. That’s why we’re having this conversation!”

She slaps him across the face, and almost instantly he feels the blood rush to his cheek. He twitches nervously, then smiles. “Bitch,” he hisses.

“I’d rather be a bitch than a worthless whore like you,” she hisses back.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a worthless whore?”

“No, you fucktard, I’m calling her a worthless whore. You’re just a pathetic middle-aged man who still thinks he’s a kid!” she says, pointing towards the silent girl standing a few feet away.

“S-Seriously? S-She’s a whore? Are you actually taking any time at all to think about what the fucking hell you’re saying? She doesn’t have the capacity to be a whore, let alone the, well, you know, the parts. Fuck, Amy, get your facts straight before you start spewing insults around!”

“My facts? Are you being fucking serious, TREVOR? She’s a FUCKING WHORE! I know it, you know it, and she, SHE FUCKING-WELL knows it! So why don’t you stop fucking protecting her and just admit it!”

“Admit WHAT? Nothing is fucking happening!”

“Bullshit, I know something is going on between you two, so stop fucking denying it! Just admit it! Admit what you’ve done. Admit it now, and, and, well, and maybe we can all move on, together, past this.”

“Amy, for crying out loud, I know, okay? I really do. I know the last few months, stuck in this fucking bunker, it’s been hell. I know it’s started playing with your mind. It’s happening to me too, and I want out of here just as much as you do. I wanna be up there, not stuck in the confines of this bunker. Not stuck looking at the same four fucking walls twenty-four hours a day. But, honey, baby, we’ve got no other choice, not yet anyway, not until we know we can go back out there,” he says, placing a hand on hers. “So believe me when I tell you this, nothing is happening between Veronica and me, nothing at all, it’s just all in your head.”

“What the fuck? The FUCKING doll has a name NOW?”