Pedokiller

Chapter 7

Megan and I started dating. We took things very slowly. A turtle or a snail moved faster than us on a winter's day. Holding a gun to man's head was easy, but this was hard. I didn't want to kiss her. I didn't want to hold her hand. I most certainly didn't want to have sex with her. She was suprisingly understanding about my situation.

She didn't pressure me like men did. Megan never made me do anything. I liked that. I respected her more than anyone I had ever met. Granted most of the people I had met in life were human garbage. So she was amazing in comparison to them.

I had tried dating men in the past. It never worked out. They just reminded me of him. That disgusting fiend. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I should kill him. He was the cause of all my suffering. That sick nasty evil man.

I did some research on the internet and it turned out that he was already dead. He had died in a car accident approximatly two and half years ago. I smiled as I thought about the twisted metal ripping into his body. His lungs filling up with smoke as his flesh burned.

"Hey babe, do you want French vanilla?" Megan asked.

"Yea yes please," I said snapping out of my morbid trance.

"What are you looking at?" She asked

"My rapist died 2 years ago in a car accident," I stated with a smile.

We both shared a long laugh over coffee. I felt something for her. A ping in my heart. For the first time in my life. I looked at her deep in her eyes. I grabbed her kissed her passionately. She kissed me back and my stomach which was filled with maggots blossomed into flies. Their wings tickling my stomach and ribs.

"Finally," she joked.

"Shut up," I joked back.

"I thought you were never going to kiss me," Megan said with a smile.

"Fine, I won't do it anymore," I lied.

"Please do babe, I enjoyed that alot," she enthusiastically proclaimed.

Three years passed by like a photo album of cherished memories. We hiked, swam, kissed, and lived together. One night it happened she made sure I was okay with it. She made love to me. I was so scared that I stopped her a few times. The flashbacks of the past clouded my mind. I grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the hardwood floor.

"Noooo," she gargled.

"I'm so sorry, Megan! I didn't mean to hurt you! I was having flashbacks!" I shouted as she got up.

"You're a fucking psychopath!" She screamed in my face.

She stormed out the door. She slammed the door so hard that I heard ringing in my ears. The loud ringing remained as tears rolled from my eyes. She was gone. I never saw Megan again.