Seal it with a kiss

Evelyn "Fucking bastard," I muttered into the pillow, unable to suppress my sobs any longer. They had been building up over the past few hours, and now they flowed freely. No matter what I did—they wouldn't stop. That Italian piece of shit regarded me as nothing more than a disposable toy, someone he could use at his convenience. When he decided it was no longer suitable or fit his so-called sudden morals, he concocted twisted games to cast me aside. Did he see himself as a deity? Or maybe Jesus Christ? The only one responsible for making things right? Who gave him the right to define what was right? Certainly not me. I never once implied it, yet this sick motherfucker chose to play god. If he fucking knew it was wrong, why did he fucking took it so far? If he really had to play god, why didn't he play it sooner and spare me from the heartache?! I held no expectations for my mother; that much I could admit. Her actions hurt, but Jacob... How could he? How could he just change his mind