I had dated Carey for a while when I decided I had waited long enough to get her into bed. I mean, well, it has been one week.
One night, when we went to see a movie and as we were watching (or rather, as she watched), I let my arm fall onto her thigh. It looked like an accident, but she didn't know what I planned. Carey Carey Carey, innocent naive Carey.
I drew my palm backwards a little and this caused her to face me. She asked "Fletcher, what are you doing?"
"Uhm, I was trying to kill a spider that was on your skirt"
"A spider? Where?!" She jumped up and down shaking her body, trying to get a fictional spider off of herself.
That turned out to be a bad card. But I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.
After we got kicked out of the cinema, I drove us out onto the mountains for a nice, romantic view of the moon (or so she thought).
"Isn't it romantic? Just you, me, and the moon"
"Yeah, just you and me"
Her head rested on my shoulder, and my arm was stretched over her shoulders. I reached downwards to her tits and then she yelled.
"Fletcher! What are trying to do?!"
"What I've been trying to do all night! God Carey, you mean to tell me you had not the slightest idea of my motives?"
"What? your motives?"
"Yeah Carey. Don't be naive. Don't be stingy with your hoo hoo"
Carey began to cry.
"Oh sh*t Carey don't do this right now"
"Fletcher! You never use those sorts of words"
"Well I was forced to" Actually, I used those type of words, everyday. I just didn't use them around Carey.
Carey instantly stopped crying and said, "Take me home"
"Come on Carey, at least give me a little-"
"I said take me home! Now!"
I have to admit, the tone of her voice scared me to the bone. I had never heard her speak like that before. Come to think of it, I had never actually seen her angry before.
With a little shakiness I started the car. It was obvious that she had startled me. I took a quick glance at her and saw a total stranger seated beside me. This person wasn't the sweet, sugary Carey that I knew. This person looked enraged and furious. Carey suddenly turned to look at me. I feared what I saw in her eyes. Despise and loath darkened those once radiant eyes of hers.
I turned back quickly.
I dropped her off at her place and without saying anything, I drove to my home.
I lay on my bed thinking of which chick I'd go for next, when I heard a knock on my bedroom window. I walked over there and opened it. There was no one there!
I shut the windows and when I turned back, guess who I saw in my room holding a pistol in her hand.
"Carey, what are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"Fletcher I trusted you! I loved you! I gave my heart to you! But all you wanted was my body isn't it?" She shook her head and gripped the gun tighter.
"Look Carey, I know you're upset. But that isn't a reason to try and kill me. You're not the first girl to have her heart broken"
"Well then, I'll make sure I'll be the last girl to have her heart broken by you"
She began to come closer to me. She held the gun in front of her. I wondered why her dad, being a policeman, would leave his gun lying around for his psycho daughter to kill someone with.
"Good bye Fletcher"
The next second, I was on the floor. I felt an intense pain in my chest. I had been shot. I knew I was losing a lot of blood. In a few seconds I passed out.
I woke up the next day on a hospital bed. The police said a paroling officer who was close to my house at the time of the incident heard the shot. He quickly ran to the house and noticed a figure standing through the bedroom window. He saw a female figure pointing a gun downwards, ready to shoot. The officer immediately jumped through the glass window and landed pushed the girl over. He then overpowered her and called an ambulance other police officers.
This is a lesson for all those douche bags out there. The lesson isn't 'don't break a girl's heart'. The lesson is 'Be careful about the hearts you break; you may break a psycho's someday'.
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