Farewell to Craig

After working a double shift at the diner, Sabrina stepped into the apartment. Her inky black hair was limp, and she smelled of coffee and fried food. She just wanted to smoke a cigarette but she was all out.

She sauntered into the bedroom to find her boyfriend of the last six years, Craig Armstrong. He was slumped over in bed, one hand on his phone and the other gripping his dick.

"Uh," Sabrina gasped out of shock. "Sorry about that."

Despite her obvious discomfort, Craig barely acknowledged his girlfriend. Instead he stared at his cellular device with lust in his eyes.

"Work was shit."

Craig mumbled something inaudible without so much as a glance in her direction.

Feeling hurt, Sabrina crouched over him. "What's up? Miss me?"

She could easily make out the naked porn stars on his phone, posing for nearly impossible positions while fake moaning. Sabrina could hardly contain her disgust.

"I missed you." She frowned. It didn't feel good to be ignored.

An annoyed expression formed on his face. "Yeah, me too."

She huffed. "Do you want some help with that?"

"I'm fine. Maybe you could pick up some dinner."

A bomb went off inside of Sabrina's head so she stormed out of the room. She went downstairs and got back inside her car.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She laughed to herself at the sheer absurdity.

Two Weeks Later:

It was midnight by the time Sabrina got off of work. There was an entire family reunion who came in without bothering to make reservations. She was beyond exhausted and couldn't wait to go to bed.

Once she entered the apartment, she was surprised to see Craig at the computer, and then, she realized his hand was down his pants.

"Hey..." she said.

Craig looked up, visibly embarrassed to have gotten caught.

"Hey," he replied.

Sabrina craved a cigarette even after the three she smoked on the way home. "Work was terrible, babe." She sighed.

Craig kept his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it with purpose. Jealousy swept through Sabrina's veins. They hadn't fucked in weeks it seemed, regardless of her pleas.

"You should go to bed," Craig suggested.

She perked up. "Are you coming with me?"

He hesitated. His hand was still jerking his dick. "I'll be there in a while."

Her heart sank in her chest but she surrendered. The thoughts that swam sadly in her mind kept her from falling asleep so she ended up eyeing down the wall for a long time.

What was she doing wrong? Was she not hot enough? Wasn't Craig attracted to her anymore? Maybe he found her revolting. There were too many things to process.

By the time Craig made his way into their bedroom, the sun was almost up.

"Babe?" he whispered.

Pretending to be asleep, she was actually pressed against the wall to hide the tears rolling down her cheeks. They both went to bed without speaking to each other.

One Week Later After That:

"Do you not love me anymore, Craig?"

The two were sitting in the living room, a movie was on. Craig was absent mindedly scrolling through social media while Sabrina sat cross legged on the couch next to him.

"Yeah, I love you. Of course," he muttered.

She was unconvinced. "You barely spend any time with me."

Craig dared to look away from his phone.

"It's difficult to when you're always at work."

"Okay... Do you want me to quit my job? Perhaps you've forgotten that you don't have one?"

Craig's sky blue eyes darted back and forth. He didn't like confrontation but he was alarmed by Sabrina's audacity to step out of line.

"Don't start this shit."

The girl stood up out of immense anger.

"Craig, you don't do anything to help me out. I come home to a messy house, no food in the fridge, and you're never not watching porn!" she hissed.

He was unbothered by Sabrina's sudden outburst, as if his behavior was justified.

"You're a stupid bitch. Fuck off."

She shook her head. It was too much. Craig was too much. After grabbing her car keys, she decided to spend the rest of her precious day off at the corner pub.

It was a Thursday so it was a decent turn out. She took a seat at the bar and ordered herself a drink. Normally, she wasn't a drinker. That day she was. Craig had pushed her over the edge.

"Hey," the guy next to her said.

He was heavily tattooed and was hot as fuck.

"Hi," Sabrina spoke coolly.

Inside her mind there was still a brutal war going. Stupid fucking Craig.

"This band sucks," Hot Guy said casually.

Looking over her shoulder, Sabrina checked to see if there was anyone behind her he could be addressing besides her. There was a guy in a bright pink polo, sipping a martini.

"Yeah, that's right." Hot Guy chuckled. "I'm talking to you."

Sabrina blushed but only before she remembered Craig, who was at home. Red formed in her eyes.

"You want to get out of here?"

He was incredibly attractive. Breathtakingly so. That's why Sabrina was almost sorry she was going back to the apartment to Craig.

She was half way out of the pub before he caught up to her.

"Uh, so I'm sorry if I was too forward back there. I just think you're gorgeous and I dig your tats. Can I give you my number at least?"

During a moment of weakness, Sabrina gave in and agreed. She typed his number into her phone before wishing him farewell.

Back at home, Craig was in bed, going to town on himself once again. When he saw Sabrina looming in the doorway, he actually jumped.

"Jesus, Sab. You scared the shit out of me."

She gazed at Craig in spite of herself. It hadn't always been that way. He used to pay attention to her. They used to have fun together.

"You want a blow job?"

Craig nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. Yes. I'm sorry about earlier."

The dark haired goddess moved in between his legs and got in position. She bobbed her head up and down on his fat dick with enthusiasm, licked at his swollen head. She even let him fuck her face, and then... It seemed like his dick got soft.

"What the fuck?" Sabrina glanced up at him. "Does that not feel good?"

Craig sat up. "I could just look at porn."

Sabrina threw herself into her corner of the bed, turning away from him. She didn't speak to him for a week and Craig didn't seem to mind.

Sabrina's 24th Birthday:

She got out of work, unhappy about going home. It wouldn't be much of a birthday. A customer had accidentally spilled hot tea on her and her tips had totalled to $5.

She wasn't watching and ran a red light. Luckily there weren't any cops around.

In the apartment, there were shoes in the front hall that Sabrina nearly tripped over. They were cute. Too expensive for her taste.

Sabrina walked to her room with malice in her heart. Swinging the door open, she saw her boyfriend sucking on Amelia Goodard's tits.

The rage took over and she walked directly out into the kitchen to pick up a huge cleaver. Back in the bedroom, she plunged the blade into Craig's heart repeatedly.

In horror, Amelia leaped from the bed in fear of being next. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She cried.

Pushing the fake blonde out of the way, Sabrina tossed the knife to the floor. Without looking back at Craig, she fled the apartment.

In the car, she dialed Hot Guy's digits. He picked up right away.

"Hey, you want to meet up somewhere?"

"Yeah. Definitely. Do you want to chill at my place?"

Sabrina told him she did. He texted her the address.

About ten minutes later she was standing in his loft.

"Hey." He beamed. "It's great to see you."

There wasn't much time now.

"Do you want to have sex?"

Hot Guy obliged. They wasted no time ripping each other's clothes off. Sabrina straddled him, shoving his dick inside of her. He groaned in absolute pleasure while she rode him hard. Due to the weeks and weeks of no sex, Sabrina came almost instantly.

Hot Guy found her eagerness sexy and he told her as much.

"I just stabbed my boyfriend to death," Sabrina blurted.

Hot Guy blew his load inside of her. "That's fucking hot."

Sabrina wondered to herself if he would keep in touch once she was in prison.