[Foreword] I have been thinking a lot about what Victor told me. Anyone can change anything about themselves with the right amount of confidence and will power. I'd like to believe I have a lot of both. But who's to say really? Perhaps I'm really a coward wearing a confident smile. I sometimes stay up late at night wondering about just that.
As sick of my life as I am, I can't imagine what it would be like without all of the bullshit. Sometimes... Very rarely this life can bestow a little bit of happiness for me. It makes it all seem worthwhile, even for just a little bit. It's little tastes like that... Makes me place both options on the balancing scale where I throw out pros and cons inside my mind...
Neither side seems to be winning but they're both equally confusing the fuck out of me. One side wants me to say 'to hell with it' and let him out... The other side is telling me to look at what I've accomplished. The beautiful wife I have... The beautiful cheating bitch... Heh... I guess I got a little carried away there.
The friends and followers I have gained along the way... Do I really want to slam the door in their faces and isolate myself? Is that really for the best. This is such a hard decision for me to make. I would never want to force anyone else to bear this burden.
The questions running through my head... They are so mind rotting. They torture me with a staggering question. They're manipulating me... I never thought that possible. Even now my thought process is being molded to their liking... I mean.... Is Anarchy really that bad?
[Scene] Sutton lay prone to his couch... A spot he'd made great friends with since getting home from Chicago early in the morning. He'd been wallowing in his self-pity for the greater part of twelve hours. Ashley walks into the room, sighing.
Ashley: Are you just going to lay there all day?
Sutton: What does it matter to you?
Ashley: What's your problem?!
Sutton: You wouldn't understand the half of it.
Ashley: You're probably right! You never talk to me anymore.
Sutton: Maybe you should consider a solution to that problem... Like maybe getting a job!
Ashley: You're out on the road every week doing God knows what.
[Scene] Sutton sits up looking anger-stricken.
Sutton: You... You have the audacity to call me out like that?
Ashley: What's that supposed to mean?!
Sutton: It's occurred to me lately that I married an ignorant woman... This is just reinforcement to that idea.
[Scene] Ashley looks taken aback. She begins backing up as Sutton gets to his face. His temples are throbbing as he moves toward her.
Sutton: I've dealt with your unfaithfulness and constant nagging for three years now... I've sat back with the knowledge of your cheating ways... I've swallowed everything with a grain of salt. But...
[Scene] Sutton pushes her into the wall, holding her firm against it. He gets right up in her face.
Sutton: Shit adds up... I... can't... take it... ANYMORE. You've been a huge thorn in my side. Understand this... I want you to completely understand my state.
[Scene] Josh tucks his hand under her chin, smirking madly.
Sutton: It's over, sweetpea. It's long been overdue. I want a divorce, and I want it done quickly so that I may move on and restructure what's left of this living nightmare.
Ashley: No... Ung....
[Scene] Sutton places his fingers over Ashley's mouth, silencing her.
Sutton: Speak to me NEVER again. I'll allow you to keep this wretched estate as it would simply pain me too much to live here anymore. You'll find a reasonable sum of money in my desk upstairs.
Ashley: You can't do this to me! You can't! I love you!
[Scene] Sutton turns and walks away. As he comes to the front door he turns back to face Ashley, smirking.
Sutton: Haven't you heard, dear? Love hurts... I'll be back in a week or so to gather my stuff. Farewell.
[Scene] Sutton opens the door and shuts it. He hops into his car and takes off down the road.
How did it feel?
Sutton: Huh?
How did it feel when the sweet truth fluently flowed from your lips?
Sutton: You can't be here! I locked you away...
Did you now? Don't be so simplistic. We're a team Josh... Brothers... Brothers always make time for eachother, especially in time of need.
Sutton: No... I just want happiness!
And together, we will have it, Josh. Have faith in me, old friend.
Sutton: Give me... Give me some time to think... I... I don't know what to do.
[Scene] Sutton looks as if he's lost consiousness. His head hits the steering wheel and the horn goes off. As it does his head shoots up. His eyes widen and the camera shows a telephone pole a few feet away. Sutton hits the breaks and swirves at the same time, managing to regain control of the car. He wipes the sweat from his brow and steadies his heartbeat. With a sigh of relief he looks into the side mirror, staring at an old friend... Fade to black...