2 Rat In The Rain

I'm standing in the rain with my jacket's hoodie over my head. A friend of mine told me that they saw Lisa here. Lisa Wang, my high school sweetheart. When I saw Lisa coming out of a hotel and walking on the opposite sidewalk, holding the old man's left arm, I threw the last cigarette bud on the damp sidewalk. I was very angry with her, so I decided to face her. I ran across two lanes to the side where she was standing with her sugar daddy.

"Hey Lisa!" I shouted at her.

The look on her face when I saw her was expected. She wasn't even a little impetuous when I caught her cheating.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked me. When she was a person who deceived me, for some reason, she seemed to be angry, as if she was the one who caught me deceiving her.

"I should be the one asking, what the hell you are doing here."

"Who is he?" The old rich man asked.

"Oh darling, he is my ex, " Lisa said as she kissed the old man's face. She turned her head and looked at me. "What the hell are you doing here?" She pushed me on the right chest.

"I heard people said that you were sleeping nearby. I don't believe them, but now I see you with my own eyes and I feel sick. How long have you been doing this?" I asked her and my heart ache.

"A few years," she replied. She sighed and said, "But to be honest, I feel even more sick as being your girlfriend. From the first day we met until now, what can you give me... um..." She pushed me. "Nothing…Nothing at all. Nothing...Nothing. When I asked us to go to the movies, you would rather play cards with your friends."

"It's true but."

"When I asked to spend a day with you, you would rather spend time sleeping." She pushed me again.

"It's true, but..."

"When I ask you for money, you would rather spend money for your mother. She is getting older, what else does she want besides you having a wife." She pushed me to my chest.

After every sentence, she will push me away, and I will move closer and closer to the road. Well, she does make sense. I neglected her many times for personal entertainment purposes. I mean... I am a good boyfriend, but I need my own space. When I realized where I was, she had pushed me far enough that I was standing on the edge of the road.

"Hey, stop pushing me away. Can you just stand still and talk like normal people? Without you pushing me, I can feel your frustration in your voice," I said.

Lisa looked around, she realizes that her anger at me had brought me to the edge of the road, it had also brought her too. Then, a stupid eight-wheel truck drove past us, causing the dirty water on the road to sprint towards us.

Lisa and I were standing on the side of the road, like two rats immersed in the rain. Lisa screamed, as if being stabbed by multiple knives. Her screams are even louder than tires traction in the rain. Her cheap make-up was washed away, and her black eyeliner and mascara runs down her cheeks. She looks like one of the ghosts in a cheap movie of the 60s. With her long black silky hair, if you can't imagine her, then think of Anjelica Huston who played Morticia Addams in the 90s. That is the type of make-up on her face. Very matte white face, red lipstick and thick black eyeliner. I'm not sure why she chose that kind of makeup when she was with her sugar daddy. I think that is what attracts older men.

"I'm through with you," she yelled at me with black tears running from her eyes.

I feel very sad because of her tears. I am willing to forgive her and start again. From now on, I will be willing to be a better boyfriend and pay more attention to her.

"Lisa," I said, and I held her hand. "You have tears in your eyes, which means you still love me."

"These tears are not for you," she said, pulling her hand away. ``I cry because you ruined my makeup and clothes. You are a street rat, and you will die like one." She slapped me, wiped her black tears, and walked back to her sugar daddy.

I stood there in the rain and watched Lisa get into the nice, beautiful Subaru SUV. When the car accelerated, the tires sprinted dirty water at me again.

This suck very bad, because Lisa is the only girl I have ever dated since middle school. I never deceived her, but she told me that she deceived me a long time ago, so I think I am not a good boyfriend after all, even If I thought I was.

I walked alone on the damp street not sure where I am heading too, when someone yelled at me.

"Hey, please give me some change," a man shouted.

I turned around, it was a man bigger than me, holding a knife.

"Hand over your money or died," he demanded.

"I don't have any money. I'm not in the mood to fight with anyone either. Leave me alone," I said to him, and then started walking away.

"Hey!" he shouted.

When I turned around, I saw the big man stabbed his knife at me. I quickly grabbed his right hand and pulled him forward. I bend his elbow vigorously and punched him hard on his back. The man smashed into the building brick wall of the building. He stabbed his own throat with his pocketknife. The blood on his neck was like water spraying out of a hose. The man lay there dying with blood flowing from his mouth, nose, and neck. I took out the phone and called the police.

When the police and ambulance arrived, I was handcuffed and taken back to the police station for questioning. After taking pictures and imprinting my fingers, I was thrown into the cell. These evil officials didn't even have the trouble of providing me with dry clothes. I lay on the cold concrete floor all night long. I swear to God that after leaving here, I will sue the police department for abuse. What is wrong with people nowadays? I am the victim. As soon as they saw the dead man, they arrested me for crimes that I had not commit. If Bao Zheng had heard of such abuse, he would angrily toss and turn in his grave.

Two weeks later, after the judge reviewed the CCTV video, he still charged me with manslaughter. I don't have to pay any fines or more jail time, but I will have to take a one-hundred-hour anger management course.

The following day after I was sentenced. I sat in the class and listen to the teacher's lecture; I think this class is not suitable for me. I would rather walk through the hall and enter the suicide management class. I think this is more appropriate for me, because I was dumped by my girlfriend and robbed by knife point.

People said that men are beasts, but honestly, I am the only man in this anger management class.

The next day, I finally figured out why there are more women in this class. Most of these mothers are stayed home moms, because of the handsome coach, they purposely took this class.

Therefore, from my perspective, women are hungry beasts and I want to be their prey.