Dropping the Ali Bombshell
Lyssa was treating me so badly and saying rude shit to hurt my feelings that I thought I would get one back at her. Rather, Lyssa was still defending Ali and Penelope so I thought I would put a stop to Lyssa looking up to Ali and defending him all the time. Against my will and nature I started telling Lyssa that Ali has done something that would probably upset both Penelope and Lyssa because she favors him so much.
Not saying any words I just showed Lyssa a picture of the little slut that Ali got onto last year while going out with Penelope. “What, do you expect me to believe that Ali cheated on Penelope with her” she asked, I just kept silent. “You’re going to have to come up with something better than that, you could be lying, why don’t you tell me in detail” Lyssa asked me.
Telling the Whole Story
It is then when I started to explain to a keen Lyssa with broken faith about Ali’s past and how it’s been a secret for so long. In gory detail I explained the night the two of them had an argument at Lyssa’s house and as he was giving her a lift home Imad met up with him. I explained how they visited Pizza Hut while I was sleeping at Lyssa’s house and it’s about here where Imad left and Ali got onto this slut of Campbelltown and at least got his dick sucked.
From there I explained the next day how Ali had come to Lyssa’s house and me, Lyssa and Penelope were swimming in her pool. Ali was supposed to tell Penelope the truth about now spurred on by Imad but he never did. That day or the following day I stopped to speak with Lucas and Simon as I was walking to Bradbury shops and Ali drove down. He boasted of his night before as if I wasn’t even there listening and as I confronted him with being a cheater he told me not to say anything to Penelope and I never did.
All this I told Lyssa and for most of the time she never wanted to believe me but in the end she had to. “I can’t believe Ali would do that, he loves Penelope so much”. Smiling at Lyssa I then informed her once again of what I thought Ali’s plans were with Lyssa. From what I gather and informed an attentive Lyssa of was that Ali likes Lyssa and to put it simply he’s hoping that one day they can become very close friends. So close he hopes they one day will become that Penelope (Ali hopes) will feel comfortable enough to ask Lyssa into a threesome.
Penelope is a showoff and Queen of the Dance floor so I see no problem in imagining her approaching Lyssa about this and I see Ali having absolutely no problem with it. Lyssa once again tried to deny my accusations and I could be completely wrong but I fail to think differently as I know what I can hear through people’s eyes and people’s minds. Looking into Lyssa’s eyes and through her incessant denial I can see that she can also associate with what I am saying if only the slightest.
Rumours About Old Friends
Informing Lyssa that it would have been around the time that Lyssa and Penelope were friends with Kieran and Channing, Lyssa agreed that this might have been the reason that they had a fight that night apart from the obvious no sex thing they endured back then. Making some cracks about Kieran and how Penelope used to slap Channing on the butt and how I had seen it happen one day Lyssa once again defended Penelope trying now to deny what she confessed to knowing when last I asked her.
Speaking of how I thought Lyssa was a follower and only stopped hanging out with Kieran and Channing because Penelope said so I was mistaken. Lyssa spoke out very verbally to me saying, “The only reason I chose not to hang around Kieran and Channing anymore was because he told me he hates you and he was going to get someone to knife you”.
There you go again, Ali was the one that spoke evil to Kieran over the phone and here is Kieran saying to Lyssa that he was going to knife me, for what. Not that I am scared of shit, when I see him next I’m going to confront him, that is if I ever see his rat face again.
A Shattered Photo Frame
Forgetting to mention before, when Lyssa was taking her possessions she asked if they meant anything to me anyway. This is when I told Lyssa quite innocently that her letters meant more to me than most of the material possessions that she had given to me and having taken this the wrong way Lyssa opened up my drawer, took out the photo frame that Lyssa gave to me with our formal photo and threw it hard onto the floor.
Shattering one of the corners to pieces I was surprised that Lyssa had done this but not fazed. As I stood over the broken glass I began cleaning it up, Lyssa didn’t really care about shit and chose not to help. At the end of the day she took her photo frame badly damaged as it was along with everything else.
Sorry on the Phone
Through this calmed down conversation and two hours later Lyssa’s mum knocked on the door and as I answered it Lyssa walked outside. Things were left unsaid and even though I told Lyssa beforehand not to bother ringing me again or keeping in contact now that she’s taken all my memories from me I knew she would anyway.
When Lyssa left my house I lay in my bed and prepared for some sleep around 1:30 p.m. An hour into my sleep the phone rang and picking it up it was surely Lyssa. Without much more than cumbersome words from my mouth Lyssa’s first phrase was “I’m sorry”. Not much was said in our conversation as I asked Lyssa to let me sleep.
Lyssa called me back in a couple of hours later that night around 10:30 p.m. Lyssa was crying and once again told me she was deeply sorry and regretted deeply what she had done. “It doesn’t matter, you can’t take it back now” I told Lyssa and as I had said that Lyssa pleaded “Please, don’t be stubborn and make up with me”. There was a time just before Lyssa started ripping her letters to me (Including her ‘Sorry’ postcard) where Lyssa asked if we could just make up because it would be easier. If only then I wasn’t as stubborn as I was over the phone and made up with Lyssa things would have been much different.
While Lyssa was ripping the letters I wished the exact same thing but watching her take away our memories like that, I knew there was now no way back. Lyssa started to cry in our second conversation because it cut her deep when I told her that I didn’t want to speak with her again resulting from her shredding up our past. “If that’s what you really want, fine” was the solemn words from Lyssa’s mouth and as she woefully said goodbye she hung up the phone being the last time in the night she called me back.
Tug of War Over a Phone
Lyssa and I were very physically at each other’s throat when we were arguing at my house. Lyssa would push me, punch me and try to knee me where it would really hurt all because I wouldn’t let her call Penelope and then the rest of it. In retaliation and mostly to defend myself I held Lyssa’s hands behind her back with a firm grip on her wrists.
Lyssa would hurt herself trying to get out of my grasp and at one stage she held part of the phone in her hand and not wanting her to break it like she did everything else I asked her to drop it. When she didn’t I grabbed her hands from behind her and gripping very hard around her wrist I asked her once again to drop it. Lyssa refused once again and I told her that I would grip harder and harder until I hurt her hand or she dropped the phone.
Lyssa was persistent and even though I was hurting Lyssa each time my grip got harder she would just take the pain. Eventually I got upset because I was hurting Lyssa and knowing that it wasn’t in my nature to hurt her I let her go. Eventually I got back the part to the phone I thought she was going to break, the same part of the phone she was whipping me across the head with.
Not a Boring Life
There you have it, the worst has ended and just like I estimated, more than twelve pages of writing. Lyssa took a shot at my Diary also, saying that it was full of fancy words and plenty of literature to a life that was mostly boring. Lyssa tried telling me that I just try and make my days sound interesting when they really aren’t but I know the truth, I tell it like it is.
If you think these pages aren’t interesting well so be it but I know that my life these past few years have not been boring. Sure these last few days have seen a slowing down of the month with no one coming over tonight and the weekend badly planned but that’s what happens with ending months. Guess what time it is, yep, the time is 5:26 a.m. Lyssa should be getting up in the next half an hour to get to work and I’m soon about to get to sleep.
When I wake up in the afternoon I am going to head for Campbelltown to pay some of my Credit Card off and buy all the necessities I have planned for. When I get back I’m going to sort out the rest of these letters that Lyssa wrote to me while we were going out, stick them together with sticky tape and then record my memories forever within my Diary.
If I get the chance I’m going to get Lyssa to rewrite some of the letters or just write me some new literature. Whichever way I want some more memories or rewritten old memories from our time together. Lyssa has all my material possessions too but be sure I will get them back when Lyssa calls me back in a day or two. I’ll give her until tomorrow to call me and I’ll give her until our next meet to give back all that she took from me…
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
