Jake flies down the streets at full speed on his old beat-up bike, his hoodie flapping like a cape. He really has no time for any delay whatsoever; his daily schedule is already delayed too much for his liking.
"Come on, come on— red light, seriously?" He said irritated under heavy breaths. That car there just arrived! Why does that stupid traffic light already turn red?! Like, for real....
Well, in dire haste as he was in now, the young male would not respect any authority— and certainly not from a lifeless pole of rusted steel; he pushed the pedals of his poor wreck of a bicycle even harder and recklessly swerved around the slow-moving car, who was just about to speed up— and now had to brake.
The driver did not seem amused by Jake's happy-feet manoeuvrings and pulled an irritated face; a few curses slipped over her lips. Jake could not hear it. He didn't care either. How many times has it not been already that people sweared at him? How many times has it not been already that he saw people glaring at him with pursed lips and narrow eyes, such thunderous expression of rage and contempt? He was used to it; he could not care less about what people think of him....
The ex-gangster and now freshly baked goodboy was not quite skilled in being rule-abiding yet, he still - certainly when it suited him - trampled the rules right and left— there was still a lot of work to do about his behaviour (Jake was well aware of that), but that could wait ~~ No need to rush things (too much stress), that wasn't his style anyways; everything at its leisure (the best way of doing things).
Unfortunately, in this case haste was really required, because he had an appointment with a friend. Jake didn't like letting others wait on him— he himself didn't like waiting either, so it would be hypocritical to let others do the same (mind you, he had already - very regrettably - moved the time of the appointment by a quarter of an hour— a small time, but it still felt wrong to him to change the schedule of others, and that because of his pain-in-the-ass troubles with his now ex-girlfriend!).
A backpack bounced on his shoulders with every push. His hair, still unbrushed from the chaos of the morning, sticks up in the wind.
Jake was relieved that he finally got rid of her. After she had been lying on his chest for ten - very, very long - minutes, crying and cursing him in a soft, moaning voice, he succeeded in convincing her that there was nothing more to be added to the conversation— that his end-conclusion stood fast in the ground; his decision to separate with her was determined and resolute, it could not be reversed anymore.
He was to move forward, and in this new beginning, this new life, she would not have a part. It was over. The love was gone.
The longest ten minutes of my life! It almost felt infinitely!
He cuts a sharp left onto a side street, tires screeching slightly. A pedestrian jumps back with a startled "Hey!" Jake flashes a quick, apologetic wave without slowing down.
Tsk, all this stressing and rushing things because of that crazy slapstick-woman taunting me with her stupid feelings! Like seriously.... why is she still so clingy and obsessed with me?! We barely had any contact at all last year— and still she woes, spits and slaps me on with so much vile hatred.... like, why? Was I still that important to her? Give me a break.... that girl is just plain crazy and has some serious problems....
After cooling down ten minutes in - and after a shit-ton words of consoling, apologies and concessions (with the aim to get rid of her as fast as possible), most of them hot air and sweet bullshit - Darcy also seemed to realize that the truth of their relationship was that it had turned into forlorn love; a cold, unbending fact— and she quietly left his arms and said with a face red of hatred and bitterness: ''I will take my leave.''
Whereupon he said with a very slimy, smoothed-out face painted (very badly done it must be said) in sadness: ''It's all good, Darcy let each of us go their separate ways, we were just not meant to be.'' ~~ A one last deliverance of yee-yee ass smooth talking; another package of fresh hot-air.
Her reaction to that sleeken smarm of empty mendacity was a haughty sniff and the words: ''Of course Jake, of course.... Just remember that it was you who ruined everything, don't forget that, never forget that; you should be ashamed of yourself.''
When she said that Jake thought: Yeah, yeah, believe what you want and please confine yourself in that delusional world of main-character syndrome and always over-the-top drama-seeking theatre of yours, but please keep me out of it. I'm done with that world, that fake shitshow of a circus, where low-lifes like her – people who always exaggerate for attention because they have no talents – excel and thrive.
Hopefully that clown-woman leaves me alone for the rest of my life, nothing good comes from her, only negative energy. She gives nothing, she only drains. Better she stays out of my life forever, and better that this was the last time seeing her face ever again! I'm so done with her....
Angrily and indignantly, Jake kept thinking about her (one of the reasons why he rode his bike so rashly and recklessly), even though he wished to erase all memories of her immediately.
What she did to him was unforgivable! Attacking him, hitting him. Calling him a 'whoreman' and other hurtful stuff.... Jake really felt humiliated.
When Darcy left with that misplaced and unrepresentative high-end high-fashion costume of her, Jake still felt the lingering urge to tell her what he really felt about her, but luckily, he kept silent wisely— though it costed him a lot of energy to keep himself in check....
Like that self-righteous hot head will ever admit that she also partly takes blame for this whole debacle of a relationship! She will not even concede the smallest of crumbs, the slightest of blame— nothing is ever her fault! It's always someone else's mistake, the other one's wrongdoing, never her own. That mind of her is twisted. Like, seriously twisted....
Luckily, there was a nice, strong headwind, and he had to pedal hard and put in a lot of effort to move forward; this was at the moment the perfect condition, because it allowed him burning up his frustration, that overload of energy that kept spinning in his troubled mind with no ease.
With every turn of his wheel, every thrust of power on his pedals the hot whirlwind of steam, this storm of anger inside him more and more blowed away with the wind out into the open; finally, his head began to feel clear. Calmer. With each negative thought blown away, there was more space for merry thoughts— or better said: triumphant thoughts.
Jake felt more and more victorious now, his head getting higher and higher in the blue sky. I'm a skyscraper and she is just a mere cabin in the woods. He thought in a fit of triumph as he thought of himself as the brave Perseus defeating that toplofty Gorgon, the snake-headed Medusa with her petrifying gaze and venomous tongue.
Gone was the anger, and the frustration.
Now, Jake - still charging his bike recklessly from street to street – began to slowly feel some relieve; his stress loosened up, and his hot-headed temperament of wounded pride and humiliation cooled down to freezing point.
Why is this girl so obsessed with me?! He now thought in full-blown Mariah Carey complex, playing that song of her in his head, with the same swagger and swell like her. You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation. I'm the press conference, you a conversation.... Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex. See right through you like you're bathing in Windex.
To be fair, it felt really good when he sang the lyrics of that song in his mind and imagining Darcy like a pathetic stalker, a sticky slime annoyingly clinging up to the superior likes of him, too intelligent, too good for her, that delusional maid— seriously thinking that she could keep up with him (such insolence!)
You're delusional, you're delusional
(He's all up in my George Foreman) girl, you're losing your mind
It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know?
(But I can't do, nothing for her) why you wasting your time?
(You love me, why yo still love me)
When Darcy walked out the door of his house, Jake didn't immediately shut the door and leave her be. No, he was better than her. He stood his high ground and kept his moral.
He chivalrously called her a taxi and gave her some money so she could leave without walking all the way back to her own house with that messy, tear-stricken face of hers.
At least I have a shimmering of dignity in me, she has none!
When he went to grab his bike and began charging forwards towards the gym, he thought proud of himself: At least I am the rational and smart one, hopefully now that I have shown her my last gesture of goodwill, and told my last empty words of apology to her, that delusional clown-woman who lives rent-free in fantasy land will keep herself confined in her circus tent - where she and all other attention-seeking bitches who think they are high-class belong - and leave me alone for the rest of my life!
At that time, he was so angry.... But now?
Jake's head was high-up in the clouds, and he whispered in low voice:
~ Ain't gon' feed you, I'ma let you starve
Grasping for air, I'm ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain't waiting
Jake felt like he rode a winged Pegasus, felt like he was flying. The negative thoughts of earlier had vanished, gone with the winds— and hopefully for good.
The realisation that he was free from her, now completely broken free from that 'gangster paradise' world, filled his heart with a big gust of relieve.
Jake had freed himself, had broken all the chains - like the heroic Hercules - from his former life, that wreck of a life, full trouble making, pestering people, remiss and sloth-like laziness. Now, finally, he could make something useful out of his life, become someone reliable.
I'm the breaker of chains
All those toxic elements from the past - these gangster figures where Darcy was one of - had been cut-off now. He had succeeded....
He is free!
With that pestering woman gone, and all those other pestering low-lifes, I can now fully focus on getting my life back on track, develop myself into something great! No more dregs holding me back in my new ambitions! Jake thought triumphantly, while he laughed.
Darcy must by now know very well that it is over, that trash woman will probably search for another man to fill in the void that her shallow personality is and leave me alone for the rest of my life....
''Hahahaha,'' Jake blustered. One pest gone, one problem less!
I hope I never see her again in my life!