Angel

Chapter One

Jesse Jackson had problems.

For a young age at 27, Jesse was already consumed within himself. He knew what he did was wrong and even though it was exactly 2 years ago when the incident happened, he wishes he could take it all back. His career is fucked too, now managing a weird diner in the wrong end of New York. He hated the city, the fact that it reminded him of his ex wife and her love of busy places and fancy things.

She was the stuck up girl, but back when they were in highschool and college together, she was the sweetest. Oversized shirts and skin tight jeans she rocked with her honey brown highlighted hair and her almost black eyes. Math class they met, him being the brainiac amongst his mates and her being the shy, but smart girl nevertheless.

Jesse wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed. He had been working in the diner for nearly 24 hours, ready to head home after cleaning the floors. Everything was done. Marley, the chef is preparing Jesse some fried food before he heads off home for himself. Jesse has given him the keys to the diner, this giving Marley the job of locking up so Jesse can have a few days off.

After some well earned food and a couple of laughs, Jesse walks out the door, the little bell above it signalling that he was leaving. 'A quick walk to the liquor store then home.' He tells himself in his head. He has been craving a drink since yesterday when he started at 2 am. His throat ached for that familiar burn of scotch. He wanted to feel that same tingling feeling he gets when he downs two glasses straight.

His guilt consumed him tonight, with him paying for a cab from the bottle shop to his home in Staten island. Jesse never has minded travelling from Staten island to New York City, even though that sometimes he had to pay a little extra for his ride him every Tuesday. He decided to spoil his self mutilation and bought the bottle of scotch he's been saving for. Two hundred dollars for it, but he knows it was worth it. It would crave his desire for a couple of days.

Now his body had glued itself to his recliner in front of his television, drink in hand almost gone. He would only get up to refill his drink, tears spilling or not. He misses his ex wife, flipping through the different home videos they made together travelling the world. He remembers heading to Australia, their first holiday they had planned since highschool. They planned to leave around winter holidays, that way they could have a bit of a change in climate.

His favourite part in the trip was staying on Hamilton Island. That was where he had planned to take her virginity. Jesse had waited for her, and she swooned at that. Then she screamed later... let's just say that night was followed with a few days pain and no voice. He clicked on his smart tv and pulled up the hidden file on the usb, feeling his lust building. Nude pictures were taken of her all through out the holidays and trips they took. He shook at the thought of her being his again.

Jesse Jackson was defying his feelings with alcohol. He drowned his guilt in the two hundred dollar bottle of scotch while doing unthinkable things to himself. It was normal for him, not so much for everyone else who knew about Jesse. He had no friends, his family moved to different countries to get away from the psychopath he is. Except the guilt always take his mind away into the depths of unhealthy dwellings.

He finally finished, heading to the shower to give himself a bit of a sober up before he headed back out to see the world. By world, in his head, is to get another girl to play with and use, until it was time to give the darkness it's never-ending satisfaction. And he dreaded every moment, except the sex. He always loved the sex cheap whore's gave. And he made sure he always wore protection. There was no way he was getting anything from them, not a fucking chance.

He played by rules when it came to this. He even made a list and ticked the boxes along the way just to make sure he didn't play up. So out he went, towards the one bar that served him. He had gotten himself kicked out of the local ones around his area, the only one being a nightclub that had waitresses that served topless and gothic gay bartenders sucking eachtoher off behind the bar.

It wasn't Jesse's ideal place, but it was where he could fuck as many hookers as he could without being disturbed. It was also where he got free drinks, so all he needed to bring was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

His favourite waitress, Cynthia was serving him tonight, her bright neon hair covering her nipples the slightest. "What can I get you tonight, Jesse?" She asked, making sure not to knock over the glasses she was carrying over to the sink boy right out the back. "Two lemon sours. Mine with a cherry, baby." He told the slutty waitress and bit her neck, causing her to squeak.

While he was waiting for his drinks to be made and served, Jesse scanned the dance floors and bars for any girl he saw fit. A lot of hot and bothered bodies were dancing to the rough beat bursting through the speakers, ass's shaking and breasts bouncing.

His dark eyes landed on a tall blonde, with perky tits popping out of her shimmery dress. Not only that, but her hips were swaying to and fro, like she was Latina. He didn't care what origin the bitch came from, he just needed some sweet... relief. Let's go with relief for his tension. The blonde must of seen Jesse staring because she started to make her way over to his table, a smirk playing on both of their lips.

"You here for a good time?" She yelled into his ear, but to Jesse it sounded of a whisper, seductive and playful. "Relief is what I need. You want to give it to me?" He said and pulled out the bill, sliding it over to her. A grin came across her face and she stuffed the note into her bra, making her way out the exit door.

"My place or yours?" Jesse asked the hooker, taking her hand and pulling her to an alley way. "Your place, if we were to go to mine I would get into too much trouble." She said and followed Jesse towards his place. "Oh, so you're living a double life. Good girl to her friends and family, bad girl to the outside world. What a twist for a slut." Jesse told her, throwing the remark straight in her face.

"Anyway so what's your name?" Jesse's voice was rough, only because he knew that as soon as he opens his apartment doors, she was never going to see anyone ever again. His face would be the last thing she will ever see. "Sugar." She replied, heading straight through to his apartment.

His once smirk now became a sinister grin, as large as the Cheshire cat only more menacing and sick. His evil side was now consuming the Jesse who was crying over his dead ex wife, a dark glow to his eyes. The whore was now naked on his bed, legs wide open and ready. But she didn't see the large knife hiding, because the next thing she knew, blood was now covering her and seeping into the sheets beneath her.

"Stupid bitch." Jesse reclaimed, and sliced her stomach open straight across. More blood spilled from her, her organs being seen to his eyes. He enjoyed the sight, wanting to bathe in her blood and to eat her innards but he refrained himself and cut her up into pieces, making his disposal easier later.

Jesse Jackson isn't who you think his, and he doesn't know the darkness that brought death to his wife 2 years ago is now slowly consuming him.