Anger was burning a hole in his gut. Depression was setting in. Denial wracked his brain. So many things were overwhelming his mind, and this doctor wanted him to talk about it? Not fucking likely. Who the fuck would want to get in his fucked up head anyway.
“I fucking got it, Doc,” he growled, turning to look out the window of his room. Couldn’t even fucking walk away. He had to sit there like a chump.
Fuck this.
Three years later.
Sitting in a dive bar with a bottle of Jack for company was beginning to get old. Casey was sick of the same old bullshit. The pitying looks from those around him because he still couldn’t walk far enough to reach another bar. Everyone saw him as a drunk with a limp, not even knowing that he was less than a real man. Just another burnt out soldier suffering from PTSD. If they only fucking knew.
He had smelled her before he felt her. Tangy, bitter, hard. Fucking skank was his only thought.
When she sat down beside him, her voice immediately grated on his nerves. “How you doing, sweetheart?” Like nails on a chalkboard.
“Fine,” he clipped out.
“Any company tonight?”
“Nope.”
“Want some?” she purred…Maybe? Sounded like a dying cat to him.
Looking at her, she was kind of pretty. Greasy blonde hair with a bad dye job. She could stand to gain a few pounds, too. Her cheeks narrowed in, so it looked like she had a fish face. Her overly bright green eyes let him know she might be high. It was hard to tell in the low lighting of the bar they were in.
“Depends,” he grumbled, taking another swallow of his drink.
“On what?” She tried and failed to purr in his ear.
“What you charge…”
She didn’t even act insulted as she rubbed her hands along his arm and chest. “Whatever you got, baby.”
Deciding some relief would be good, Casey got up and walked to the back of the bar where there was a broom closet, knowing she’d follow.
Opening the door, he waited for her to walk in. As soon as the door shut, he told her, “Knees.” Not wanting to hear her nasal voice unless it was necessary.
Her fingers were already on his jeans as she knelt down, unbuckling his belt and sliding the buttons from their holes. She pulled his dick out of his pants faster than he’d ever been able to.
Humming with pleasure, she rubbed his cock along her cheek like he was a toy to be played with. Gripping her hair, he pulled her back and growled, “Open your fucking mouth.” She smiled and did what he said.
As soon as her mouth opened, Case plunged his half-hard cock all the way down the back of her throat. With a tight grip in her hair, he had all the control.
“Swallow,” he groaned, needing to feel some sort of tightness around his cock.
As soon as she did, he lost it. Her throat contracted around his dick and had him ready to explode. Not necessarily wanting to, but he needed the release.
Pounding in and out of her mouth like the used hooker she was, the gagging noises she made had his dick getting harder and his balls drawing up. He yanked her hair more forcefully so her head tilted back, and his dick slid down her throat just that little bit more. Spit was flowing from her lips every time he pulled back, making a wet sound as it landed on her fake-ass tits.
When she tried to pull back from him, he’d slam into her mouth demanding, “Fucking swallow again.” When she did, he let go. Cum shot from his dick like a rocket in long jets down her throat.
As he began to pull out, she sucked on him trying not to lose his dick from her mouth. Licking her lips once he removed himself, she looked up at him seductively, asking, “My turn?”
His bark of laughter probably wasn’t what she wanted to hear judging from the stormy look on her face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a twenty out and tossed it to her saying, “You want something for yourself? Next time try not acting like a slut,” as he walked out, leaving her with his cum dripping down her chin.
Her screaming was heard through the closed door, but he just didn’t give a fuck anymore. Nothing mattered. He was tired of trying to be something he wasn’t. He could barely look at himself in the mirror without being disgusted by what he saw. His eyes were lifeless, dead.
Case couldn’t remember the last time he gave a shit about anything or anyone. The only people that had ever mattered to him had abandoned him long ago.
His parents disowned him when he enlisted in the Rangers. Finding out their son was injured and might possibly lose his life, they couldn’t be bothered.