So...my old boyfriend, the Brute called today. Apparently he's in some alternative universe, he's back on his feet, getting high up in his job. But I know that if I try it with him for the umpteenth then I'm just going to get my heartbroken. I've been dealing with the fact that he phoned me quite well though, I only cried for 5 minutes. I tried talking to my gal pal; the unnamed child about it but she just stared at me and said nothing...she's not very good for talking to.
You see me and the Brute have a history, we were dating way back, this was around about the time that slendy's niece was born (cute kid, I'll go into that later). Anyway, he was all like "I love you" and then he punched a wall for some reason... well anyway, he promised to change for me and stop starting anarchy and riots but after our first month, as well as continue to cause anarchy and riots, he began to beat me. I left him countless times and came running back to him (I was so stupid). But then some things happened and he lost a lot of his power (and sex appeal).
I'm not going to tell the Rake about it, he would just get angry and want to fight the Brute and I just don't want to be the cause of that, I want everyone to live peacefully. I'm just going to try and ignore it, I love the Rake and not the Brute.
Well anyway I'm eating a huge tub of cold boy brand icecream to try and numb the pain... well I should go, the Rake is calling me to bed.
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