Breaking The Routine

David stomped out of the office angrier than he had ever been in his life. Out of all the things he expected, what just
happened in that office didn't even come near it! Just yesterday David was confessing to his best friend about how much he
loved her. He'd guessed that she wouldn't take her father's rejection very well but for Sam to flat out lie and turn her back on him
like that. How could she do this to him? That wasn't the Sam he'd come to know.
Why she couldn't see that her father was just using her, David thought getting into the passenger side of the car
slamming the door with all his might. Mark looked like he wanted to say something but David gave him a glare that told him he
didn't want to hear anything Mark had to say. He felt so stupid, so betrayed, and so hurt. How could she have been so cruel?
How could he allow himself to be used like that? He wanted to hit something so bad, to smash his fist over and over again till he
didn't have the strength to lift it for another punch.
When they arrived he jumped out of the car and raced up to his apartment before the car didn't come to a complete stop.
"Whoa man, David, just take a minute to calm down!" Mark called after him. David scoffed to himself.
"Calm down, how the hell can I calm down," he spat throwing and stuffing his clothes into suitcases. He had to get out of
this horrible town as soon as possible. He didn't want to spend another night in the same town as those two.
"Maybe you should try talking to her again," Mark offered leaning against the door of his bedroom. Been there and tried
that, David thought bitterly. She ignored him and only talked to him to beg him to spare her father the inconvenience and
discomfort of a lawsuit
"You know what Mark; I don't want to see her ever again much less talk to her. She stabbed me in the back and made me
look like an idiot," David said angrily zipping up the suitcases. He felt just like that, a complete idiot. "She obviously prefers his
company before mine! I begged her man; I practically fell to my knees and begged," David shouted throwing one of the suitcases
to the living room. It barely missed Mark and knocked into a lamp which proceeded to be shattered against the floor.
"I know you did," Mark said quickly entering in the bedroom looking to the mess of lamp on the floor.
"Stupid woman, I never gave anyone what I gave her! Many women wanted me like she had me," David shouted
throwing a second suit case to the living room. "How did she repay me? Embarrassing and rejecting me! Did you see his face,
that freaking smug look on his ugly face," David shouted again turning and punching a hole into the wall, at the reliving of the
haunting memory.
He leaned against the wall hurting more than he had ever hurt in his life. She was right about one thing, he really didn't
love her anymore. He could never love someone as traitorous as her. He even doubted love existed honestly. Everything he had

seen today told him otherwise.
Mark patted him on the back in attempt to comfort him. "Let's get you out of here," his friend told him with a flat tone.
David nodded mutely and let Mark guide him out of the apartment. Tabby was coming up the steps just as they left the door. She
rushed up to David surprising him as she wrapped her arms around him in a firm hug.
"I am so sorry David! I really am," she said with a down fallen face. He attempted to give her a smile but only the corners
of his mouth managed to turn upward.
"Thanks Tabby but you don't need to be apologizing for anything," he told her sadly. Tabby scrunched her face into a
worried concerned face looking like she wanted to say something but David knew all too well there was nothing anyone could
say to fix this mess. "I will wait for you in the car," he told Mark giving his friend a chance to talk to Tabby before they left.
He lugged his suitcases down the cement steps to the car, and brutally tossing them into the trunk of his car. He glanced
up at Mark and Tabby and watched them talk in hushed voices leaning in towards each other so much their foreheads were
touching. David felt the ache of longing and envy that was enough to nearly knock him to his knees. Why couldn't Sam have
chosen him, he would never have asked her to do the things that twisted excuse of a father she had. Why wasn't he good
enough?
David looked away from the couple unable to take the pain it caused watching them and got into the car. He closed his
eyes leaning against the seat taking slow deep breaths trying his best will away all these horrible feelings he was feeling. He
would rather feel nothing than this!
Back in New York, David sat on the sofa and taking a long drink from the nearly empty whiskey bottle. He spent nearly all
of the week since his return in complete drunkenness. It was the only time he felt nothing, and that's exactly how he wanted to
feel. Life seemed to have lost all its color and he didn't see the point in anything anymore.
This wasn't how it was supposed to work, he thought bitterly. She was supposed to love him back and they were
supposed to get married, have children, and grow old together. He sighed and took another long drink from the bottle. Maybe he
was wrong, maybe there was no happy endings after all, maybe those were just lies to keep people forming relationships and
thus continuing the mess that is known as the human species.
Someone knocked on his door, but he ignored it taking yet another drink. He didn't want to talk anyone at all he just
wanted to sit there and drink; he didn't care what other people thought about it. He just wanted all of them to leave him alone! He
scowled as the door opened. Seems that was the one thing people couldn't do, leave him the hell alone and stay drunk in peace.

He grimaced as he glanced up at the woman standing in front of him. Why the hell did she come here? "Davey you shouldn't be
doing this too yourself baby," she told him and sat down next to him wrapping her arms around shoulders. She pulled him close
to her in a warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head against her shoulder feeling some of the pain
ease.
"She must really be something," the woman added combing his hair with her fingers and he scowled.
"Please mother don't mention her, she is nothing," he slurred and pulled away to take another drink but she took the
bottle out of his hand.
"No more of that young man, I can't stand to see you like this David," she told him sternly.
"I am old enough to do what I want mother, if you have come to lecture me then you can leave," he snapped and reached
for the bottle.
"David, I want you to stop this, I know you're hurting and hurting badly but becoming a drunk isn't going to help anything,"
his mother scolded him.
"What do you know about hurting? You and Dad are the happy little couple," he snapped as he tried to grab the bottle but
in his drunkenness she managed to keep it easily out of reach.
"David Andrews just because I am happily married now doesn't mean I don't know what heartbreak is. Now get yourself
sobered up and take a shower because you smell horrible for God's sake! Now when you're ready your father still has the
accounting position open for you. I know you don't want to work for your father but you need something to help keep your mind
off of that woman," she told him, getting directly to the point like always. She was right in everything though he wasn't ready to
admit it openly just yet.
"Now go on get yourself into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. I will go make you some lunch and see if we can't
get you sobered up some," she ordered him and David frowned at her.
"I am a grown man, I don't need you to baby sit me mother," he snapped standing up but tripped over his own feet as he
tried to take a step.
"Oh I can see that," she replied tartly with her hands on her hips before walking over and helping him up. David continued
to complain as she helped him into the bathroom. He sat on down on the toilet as she started the shower. "Now be careful I don't

want to lose you because you broke your neck," she scolded him before leaving. He scowled at the closed door as he removed
his clothing with extreme difficulty.
Stepping under the hot water, his foggy head started to clear. As he cleaned away the dirt and grime David grew resolved
to end his self pity right there. He wasn't going to let that woman destroy him, no he was stronger than that. As he got out of the
shower feeling more sober David decided that Sam couldn't have been that special as he thought her to be. She was just
probably like a million other women, he would find another easily. One thing he never had problems with was finding someone to
keep his bed warm. A smug smile almost painted itself across his face. David Andrews was coming back.
Walking out of his bedroom in fresh clothing and feeling much better he smiled a more authentically at his mother who
handed him a cup of coffee. "Now that is much better Davey," she told him returning his smile.
"Thank you mother," he told her before taking a cautious drink of the hot coffee. "You're right about everything. I can't
keep doing this and I promise I won't be drowning myself in a bottle any more. I'll talk to dad later about taking that job," he told
her and she smiled even more.
That night David entered the club where he first met Sam and the place that was usually his favorite spot when he was
younger. He walked up to the bar, greeting the bartender and ordering himself a drink. David was a little disappointed when Mark
refused to come with him, he seemed to think it was a bad idea that David wanted to go. He wasn't sure why his friend thought
so; in fact he had expected Mark to be thrilled.
The bartender handed David his drink and he thanked the man taking a drink scanning the crowd at the bar. There were
several women there, many were quite attractive but he didn't feel motivated to talk to any of them. Just when he started to think
that maybe it wasn't such a great idea a blonde walked up to him. With a coy smile on her brightly painted lips and her fingers
twirling her hair, she leaned towards him just enough.
"Hello sexy," he said seductively, "like to dance with me," he asked her and her smile grew.
"More than anything," she gushed in desperation. David took her small tanned hand in his leading her to the dance floor,
noticing her touch did nothing like Sam's had done.
The blonde pushed and grinded her body against his as they moved but David couldn't help but start to compare every
little aspect of hers against Sam's. Frustrated with himself he leaned down capturing the woman's lips in an angry kiss. The
blonde quickly responded the kiss, sloppily, her hands roaming along his body. David felt disappointment as the kiss didn't

produce the desired effect in him and once more found himself comparing her to Sam. Clenching his jaw in frustration, he forced
any and all thoughts of Samantha Peters out of his head.
"How about we take this party somewhere else," he asked the blonde once their messy kiss had ended. He was
determined to forget Sam, no matter what it took. The blonde purred grinding herself against him more.
"I'd party with you anywhere gorgeous," she replied and David forced a smile on his face as he led her out of the club.
David got up from the bed where the blonde snored loudly with a scowl on his face as he walked towards to the shower
to wash her cheap lipstick and perfume off his body. Pushing away the disappointment he was determined to not give up. There
had to be a woman that would make him feel like he did when he was with Sam. Just because it wasn't the blonde in the other
room didn't mean that that such woman didn't exist. If he had to sleep with every woman that came along his path, then he
would.
Sam was nothing special, he told himself again as he got out of the shower and dressing. David quietly then snuck out of
the hotel room thanking God he didn't tell her anything about himself, there was no way he would be repeating last night.
David went to the club every week, alone because Mark refused every single time to accompany him. Apparently he and
Tabby had become something serious; he flew to Illinois every weekend to be with her. David was happy for his friend but he
was also filled with envy.
He would go to a hotel or her house, the first woman that would accept. Most of them he did like the blonde, spend the
night with them then sneak out before they awoke. It was rare if he actually spent more than one night with a woman, but a few
were actually good enough in bed that he didn't mind repeating the experience, though none of them could ever interest him
farther than what their abilities between the sheets.
It had been four months since Sam had thrown him aside but David managed to keep himself busy so he would think
about her as little as possible. "See you later Sexy," David told the brunette before giving her a quick kiss good bye. He couldn't
seem to remember her name, seemed like it ended in Y. Nancy, Stacy, or maybe Lacy, he thought then shrugged, he really didn't
care what her name is.
He walked over to where his friend was waiting for him. Mark shook his head at David with a look of disapproval on his
face. "When are you going to stop," Mark insisted and David looked at him confused. "The women, David, this isn't you!" Mark
told him his look of disapproval growing. "I know that Sam really hurt you," he started but David grabbed him violently and
slammed him against the side of the building.

"Don't," he warned his friend. "Don't you ever say her name to me again, do you hear me! You don't know shit about me
Mark, got it," David snapped at his friend. Mark looked at him with surprise.
"I know a lot more about you than you think David and we both know this player act of yours isn't you," Mark shot back
pushing David off of him. "I am just trying to help you know. That's what friends do," he added with bitterness in his voice fixing
his cloths where David had mussed them.
"Since clearly you don't want my help, I will just keep my mouth shut. Anyways I have to go pick up Tabs from the
airport," Mark told him once he finished.
"Tabby is coming to New York?" David asked surprised. It was the first time he had heard anything about it.
"Actually she moving up here, I asked her to move in with me," Mark replied, smiling.
"So things are getting serious," David asked with a smile that Mark returned happily.
"Yeah, that's what it looks like," The blonde told him happily. David had to admit he was a bit surprised; Mark was the one
that always insisted he would never settle down with just one woman.
"That's great man. Tabby is awesome woman," David told him honestly. Mark thanked him then they said good-byes and
David had completely forgotten about their previous disagreement.
That afternoon at Tabby's insistence David had lunch with Mark and her, surprisingly he actually enjoyed himself. She
was incredibly cheerful and it was extremely contagious. David found himself laughing and smiling like he use to and so easily.
The mood only darkened when she had forgotten herself and started to mention Sam. Tabby quickly caught herself before
saying her name and replacing it with "a friend" but David knew she was talking about Sam. Not wanting to ruin her first day in
town he kept a smile plastered on his face and the general appearance of not having caught on to anything.
As they stood up from their table about to leave the little café David cringed very visibly as the nasally high toned voice
called his name. "I didn't expect to see you here, Davey" the brunette from before stated as she walked up to them. David
groaned inwardly, he never introduced the girls he slept with to anyone but Mark and that was only if they had accidently run into
each other.
Tabby raised one eyebrow at him and David felt embarrassed for Tabby to see another woman by his side and that in
turned made him angry. He was a single man, he could be seen with any woman he chose, he thought heatedly. "Hi Mark," the
brunette squeaked to his friend that gave Tabby a suspicious look. "Who are you," she asked bluntly.

"This is my girlfriend," Mark replied with a hint of irritation.
"I am Tabby and you are," Tabby shot with the same hint of irritation.
"I am Kasey," the brunette replied with a cheerful tone. Kasey, David repeated silently, he knew it ended with a Y. He
suddenly draped his arm across the brunette's shoulders bringing her closer to him.
"She is my girlfriend," he told Tabby wanting to prove that he had moved on from Sam and didn't miss or need her at all.
The brunette gave a soft squeal wrapping her arms around him with a huge grin, obviously thinking they had officially become a
couple. He would worry about that later, he thought watching as Tabby gave the woman a quick once over. It was clear that
Tabby didn't like what she saw.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Kasey," Tabby told her with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Well we got to go," David announced pulling the brunette along with him.
"Oh Davey, I can't believe you finally said it, this was the first time! I was starting to wonder just how you saw our
relationship but now I know. I am so glad we have gone on to the next level," The brunette started and David frowned slightly.
Great, he thought bitterly as she continued to ramble on and on saying the words "Now that I am officially your girlfriend," at least
a million times.
"I so need to call my parents, now that I am officially your girlfriend and you should call yours," She announced. Like hell,
David thought but he didn't say anything. "Oh my gosh," She suddenly stated nearly shouting stopping in her tracks. "I have
never met your parents! We should set up a lunch date or something! Call them Davey, and let set something up for tomorrow"
She demanded.
"No," he snapped harshly and she looked at him confused. "There is no way in hell I am going to have you meet my
parents, nor do I have any intention of ever meeting yours," he told her bluntly losing his patience finally.
"But Davey," she started and he scowled. "You said," she began to say but he cut her off.
"I lied, okay. I lied, don't you get it woman, I am using you like I have used so many others," he told her straight; knowing
he was being hurtful but he simply couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring the pained look on her face he walked away leaving her
standing there. This was all her fault, David thought bitterly. How was it possible that four months later and so much distance
between them, Sam still managed to screw with his life? Damn woman, how I hate her, he cursed silently.

That night no matter how hard he tried he couldn't sleep, his mood fouler than it had been in a long time. He got up from
the bed walking to the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge. Taking a long drink he once more cursed Sam, and proclaiming
her to be the root of all his problems. He finished the bottle quickly and grabbed another finishing it off just as quickly only to grab
another.
Drunkenly he stumbled back towards his bed room, feeling haunted by memories he had fought hard to bury. In the back
of his dresser he grabbed a well hidden pillow case and sitting on the bed. He buried his nose in the cloth smelling the painfully
pleasant scent that after all these months was still there. Longing, need, and desire filled him as he asked silently why did she do
this to him, and why couldn't she love him back?
All the carefully guarded pain and rejecting came running back to the surface so strongly he felt crippled by it. David
clenched his jaw feeling himself grown angry remembering that day, forcing all the unwanted feelings away from him and
focused slowly on his anger and indignation. He wouldn't allow her to do this to him again, he wouldn't David vowed as he got up
from the bed quickly making him become a little dizzy in his drunken state.
He stumbled over to the dresser stuffing the pillow case back where he had found it, telling himself he should just throw it
away instead. "Damn you, damn you to hell, I will never forget nor forgive what you have done! I hate you Samantha Peters!" He
swore loudly.