Midnight Stories

Obesession

Love was a fragile thing, yet it had unbelievable power.

It blesses you and curses you.

For this man, it was a curse all throughout

He fell deeply in love with his childhood friend.

Everyday he would call her, or visit.

It was nice, but after awhile it had gotten a tad strange.

He came everyday now, with gifts in hand.

She accepted them with a fake smile.

Then he had heard those words that made him go mad.

She had fallen in love, but not with him.

His life was a disaster.

But a plan was creeping slowly into his mind.

He tried to reason with himself.

But love didn't want that.

He drove to her place, a loaded shotgun beside him.

Dirty blood was on his hands.

And it was of her lover.

She was knocked out cold.

He gave everything to her, yet she declined.

She shouted at him, with pure anger.

He was devastated.

He couldn't believe it.

She hated him.

Because of his kindness and all the love he gave.

He slapped her, hard.

"So.F*cking.Rude"

He slapped her again.

"What the hell do you even want?!"

He slapped again.

"You f*cking sl*t!"

He kicked her, punched her, m*lested her, r*ped her.

He had an obesession with making her his.

Now he is obesessed with making her pay.

To cure an obesession, find another one.