I decided, since my interest has abandoned me in this story, i would just write the next chapter as the following up song. Last Name and Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood do go together. It's cool. And totally fits this story. The bolded italics is texting. Italics lyrics. This story is now complete. I will not continue.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Teen Titans or Carrie Underwood's songs or music vids. Though I do like her song Cowboy Casanova right now... that would be nice to own :)

R&R plz

Rae, keep me posted. I'm coming.

U shouldn't have stuck with him.

I know, but it's 2 late now.

I tossed my phone into my purse, not caring as much as I probably should at the fact that Richard is cheating on me. I'm just surprised we haven't caught him sooner. Mar'i, our young daughter, is going to be upset.

Right now he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey

Rachel's lucky that she went home with the right guy. Gar's weird but funny, and they're total opposites, but hey, if they're happy together, then that's fine with me.

I pulled into the parking lot, immediately spotting my husband's car. I decided not to go in, but instead do some damage on what Richard prized.

His mustang.

Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know

I got out of my own car, taking the bat that was in the trunk along with me. And the spare key's to the mustang. Damn, I was so going to enjoy this.

I walked towards the car, my boots hitting the ground with a click, key's twirling around my finger, bat at my side. A huge grin plastered across my face.

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I smashed the windshield, dragging my key against the length of the mustang. I hit the headlights repeatedly with the bat.

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk"
And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky

I dug a pocket knife I found in Richard's car into the tires. Then I cut my name into the new leather seats, two times for good measure, per seat.

Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars
Worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh and he don't know

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I smiled, satisfied. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. I pulled out my cell.

So who's he with?

Idk. Some blond.

Surprise, surpise.

They just went outside.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No, not on meI turned and saw Richard and the blond leaning against the wall right outside the back door of the club, sucking faces. I walked by them, head held high. I dropped the keys into my ex's drink. The blond looked at me with surprise. I tossed my marriage ring at her, and she caught it, realization dawning on her face. Richard just stared at me blankly, arms still around the blond's waist.

Will I go to jail?

Probably.

Will it be worth it?

Hell yeah.

'Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh...