Why Bother?

I:

-Haruko-

I sneered at his sleeping face. I hate everything about him. His face, his voice, his snoring, his laziness, his lack of funds, his disgusting manners.

I started to shake in rage.

Why? Why do I stay with him? Basho rolled over on my couch. Sex with him repulsed me. I came up with excuses. I knew he was getting it elsewhere. He might be trying to sleep with my sister.

I sneered at that thought.

Why do I stay? I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Basho snores filled the air.

II:

I met him when he was in high school. I was a senior then. I could get a date easily. But the boys at my school didn’t interest me. I had my future in mind. I wanted to go to college. I wanted to have a career. In fact, I wanted to be a dancer and singer. I had it all: straight A’s, good friends, close bond with my sister, and praise from my teachers. My life was great.

But it went off-kilter when I met him.

III:

His snoring drew back to reality. I gritted my teeth as I marched up to the couch. I smacked him on the side. Basho huddled up and jolted.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Wake up,” I hissed. Basho opened his eyes.

“Huh?” he asked again. I glared at him.

“Go home,” I said. He looked so confused.

“What?” my useless boyfriend asked.

“Go home!” I said again. I pulled away the sheets. “Get up! Get up! Just get out!” I kept hitting him on the arm and leg. Basho sat up, confused.

“What did I do this time?” he asked.

“You just being you!” I snapped. “Get out!”

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked. I broke out screaming.

Why do I bother?

IV:

I met Basho at the beach. I was with my friends at the time. That was supposed to be my summer before college. I had a great time the first two days with my class. It was that rare time I could relax.

On day three, I went out on the beach alone I enjoyed the peace. It felt go to get out. I dug my toes into the sand. The breeze felt go against my face.

“Mmm,” I said to myself. It felt good to be alive. But then, I wasn’t alone. I turned around when I heard footsteps. My cheeks turned red.

Oh…

This guy was beautiful. He was stretching his arms in a circle. I could only see his back. He had a buzzcut like he had now. He had some muscle, enough to make me drool. His back was all it took. That damned back became my undoing. I had to talk to him.

V:

Now, I am trapped with his loser. I’ve tried breaking up with him but nothing works.

Then there’s the issue of Basho and Kohaku. Oh buddy. He’s leeching on her too. It’s not her fault. But I have to talk to her. Talk to her before it was too late.