Finally Something Good

I'll never forget that night. I could tell he was drunk. The smell of his breath, his bloodshot eyes, and the fact that he looked like shit. He asked me out multiple times but I always refused and he always flirted with me but I always turned him down. Never mind the fact that he's ten years older than me, but something about that guy is off. That night, he came to my house, professed his love, and when I turned him down, things got violent. I hardly talked to him before. All we ever had were casual conversations about the weather or what foods to buy at the store, the only place I've ever seen him at. First, he pushed me down and tried to seduce me, but one hard knee to the balls stopped that. He punched me and kicked me like I was a man. All I remember was tasting blood and then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was still in the same place, on my kitchen floor. I vowed to get revenge. Now, I'm on the run with two warrants, assault on a police officer and attempted murder.