Golden Medal:

Patrick:

I've arrived early, it's barely ten o'clock. I ring her bell and wait. Nothing. I ring it again, nothing, silence. I sharpen my senses and realize that the apartment is empty.
How strange, I told her I would come tonight, however she isn't home ... she's stood me up.
I shake my head. Women! Who understands them?
Since I'm here, I decide to take a tour around the town. Not that I'm looking for her, obviously not. If she decided to go out with her friends, that's fine. If she decided to hook up with another man... I clench my hands into fists.
It's not that we're exclusive, we never considered that possibility, it's just that if she's with another man... I grunt.
I materialize in the parking lot of the village bar and of course here she is. She is wearing red, dress and lipstick, her heels are very high and black. She is leaning on the hood of a car, a blond, excess muscled guy who looks like a gorilla kisses her and has one of his claws visibly tucked between her legs.
I close my eyes, turning my face away. This hurts. I knew it, I knew I would feel betrayed. I fill my lungs with unnecessary air letting out a disappointed whisper
— Kira.
She break the kiss, looking in my direction over the kissing ape's shoulder. The guy pulls away from her, scowling at me. Right now the bar is playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

— Ah, Patrick. You found me. - She gives me an ear to ear smile. Her white teeth make an stark contrast to her crimson lipstick. - This is Jannek, he is Russian and he is visiting our beautiful country.
— Is therrre a prrroblem? - asks the guy, his posture denotes aggressiveness.
—None, dude. I was just passing by and decided to say hello to the girl.-I smile.- Have fun.
I turn and walk away. She didn't look drunk and I don't think she was drugged, therefore she is aware of what she is doing and is doing so of her own free will.
I curse and kick a stone out of the way. The fault is mine, for always being attracted to the same kind of women. I'm atracted to sluts.

Upon reaching the Villa, I enter through the kitchen door.
—Haden't you gone to see your girl, Patrick?
My lord sounds intoxicated. He staggers slightly, sitting in his chair. A quick glance makes me understand that he is going though his fifth bag of blood. Drunk in moderation, blood keeps us strong and allows us to continue existing, when drunk in excess, it intoxicates us like wine.
—She's gone out with another man, my Lord.- I answer.
— Ah... these women.- he releases a groan.- They give us paradise between their legs and then they banish us to the hell of their indifference. They are selfish, evil, perfidious... - he sighs. -She was so sweet, so innocent... so delicate... she appeared to be so harmless...
I know he's not refering to Kira but his witch. I always knew that tigress was anything but innocent.
My lord's eyes fill with tears. Thick and huge tears than run down his cheeks.He wipes them quickly with the back of his hand, hiding his face in his hands.
I'm perplexed. I'd never seen my lord cry in over a woman's spite, never. He raises the glass to his lips and countinues to drink.
—We´re screwed up, eh, old friend? My witch doesn't even want to see me and your girl has abandoned you. It seems our luck has run out.
— That it seems, sir.

Kira:

If stupid desitions were awarded medals, I would be an Olympic champion. I put a condom on the Russian guy last night, of course.
I was expecting a good sex session but it was all over in three minutes. The guy penetrated me, moved a couple of times and finished.

He tried to apologize by blaming alcohol and I accepted his broken excuses, what I didn´t accept was his intention to stay the night, I kindly indicated the him towards the nearest motel.
It's three in the morning and I can't sleep. I am tormented by incoherent thoughts. Patrick didn't seem angry when he found us in the bar parking lot. For a minute I fantasized that he and Jannek would beat each other over me... I'm very twisted, I know.
What can I say? When I grew up, I stopped expecting blue princes to defend me from dragons, now I love possessive and toxic men who threaten to smash the face of anyone who looks at me strangely.
However, none of that happened. Patrick just stood there, watching the Russian grope me and then he was gone. I compress my lips, this means he doesn't care about me, at least not enough to make a scene out of jealousy, and I already knew it, after all he has someone else, right?

If I wasn't so emotionally screwed up I would laugh and congratulate myself on getting rid of him. I would tell myself that I´m fine, that everything went smoothly. But no.
I'm sick bitch, addicted to sex and with Patrick I had a perfect amount and quality of it. Oh, how he squeezed me, and how he spanked me... I loved how he fucked me against my apartment door. Slowly, very slowly and torturingly, looking into my eyes as he devoured my breasts. I sob.
This situation requires a good amount of alcohol. I look for the whiskey, drinking it straight from the bottle. I turn on the player and When the party is over by Billie Eilish start filling my apartment. I sing at the top of my lungs accompanying Billie in her spite.
— Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own... I could lie and say I like it like that, I like it like that aaaaaaah, I could like and say I like it like that, I like it like that aaaaaaah.
I drink ´till I finish the bottle and then grab another. This situation requires extreme amounts of alcohol!

000

I'm happy. Completely rotten happy, my apartment is spinning, the whole world seems to be spinning, and I'm absolutely fucking happy!
I cry inconsolably. What is it about me that's so bad? Why am I so unlucky?
Why?!
Why all the men I like always have to be in relationships with other women?
The first man I was with, was married, he promised he would leave his wife for me but when she found out he blamed me, saying that I had seduced him, I was sixteen then. Two years later I was with Denny, the bastard had a double relationship with me and another girl, he got engaged and married her, I found out a day after the wedding, when it was commented all over the Island that he would move to Santorini to live with her, we had had sex two days before.

I have swam in the murky waters, infected with sharks and I 've managed to avoid a bite, but then Amíntoros appeared, the man who makes my legs shake when I see him, the man who wets my thongs with only his voice, the man who´s keeping me awake at this infernal hour drunk and crying.
—Let´s get back together, I promise I’ll be good, ¿yes? - I beg.
—Look, don't come back, I don't need you, I'm happy with my life. -I growl.
—Let's have goodbye sex, once, just once, please. - I sob.
—Bring your girlfriend... who knows, we could all three have fun. - I offer.
My player now reproduces Save your tears from the Weekend and I sing it gluing my lips to my mobile phone's earpiece.
Who sayd it's no fun leaving voice messages on your ex's cell phone while you're drunk?