- Kurt Nimmo

Joe and Melanie. They were together for nearly five years. And then one day the wind changed. Melanie found Brad. Joe found nothing. Joe was cast aside. It was ugly. It is often ugly. Joe called Melanie and said abusive things. He made threats. Melanie cried. She called Brad and told him what Joe had said. Brad called Joe and said if he went anywhere near Melanie he would beat the shit out of him. Joe told Brad to fuck off and slammed down the phone. Joe began to walk around with a switchblade. If Brad came near him Joe was determined to cut him. Not only for the threats Brad made but also for taking away Melanie. Joe dreamed of taking out the blade and slicing off Brad's cock. Brad dreamed of beating Joe to a pulp and throwing him down a sewer. Melanie simply wanted a normal relationship. She wanted many of the things a twenty eight year old woman wants - family and a house in the Hamptons and eternal love for Brad and the children they would bring into the world together. She never wanted to see Joe again. She wanted to forget the five difficult years they had spent together. Melanie wanted to begin a new life with Brad. * * * Joe felt betrayed. He wanted to grab the hands of the clock and force time back. He wanted to go back and make the relationship with Melanie work. But he knew it was impossible. It was too late. Melanie hated Joe and Joe knew it all too well. If he attempted to contact Melanie and ask for forgiveness and a chance to make things work Brad would beat the shit out of him. So Brad had to be taken out of the equation. If Brad had an accident maybe Melanie would come back to Joe. But how to eliminate Brad and make it look like an accident. Joe spent hours and hours thinking of the best way to get rid of Brad - run him over with a car or push him down a flight of stairs or stalk him and stab him with the blade Joe carried around in his pocket. Joe knew none of these methods of elimination would work effectively because the police would undoubtedly link everything back to him. Joe the spurned ex-boyfriend with a vendetta. Joe with the violent past history. Joe the former alcoholic. Joe the basket case in and out of mental health programs since the age of sixteen. Joe with the chip on his shoulder the size of Staten Island. * * * On Thursday a month and a day after Melanie ended the relationship with Joe he was fired from his job at Sandi Meat Packing for excessive tardiness and making inappropriate comments to a woman in the front office. He walked out of the meat packing plant and took the subway uptown. Joe knew his final destination - the small apartment Melanie and Joe once shared. A month and a day before Joe had lived at the address. Now Melanie shared the apartment with Brad. She was between jobs and chances were she would be at home alone. Brad would be at work. Joe boarded the train and rode it to the stop three blocks from the apartment. As Joe walked the three blocks he played the final moments of the relationship with Melanie over and over in his head. She told him she wanted out. He screamed at her. She ran in the bathroom and locked the door. He pounded on the door with enraged fists and then kicked it in. Melanie screamed in fear. Joe grabbed her by the hair. Melanie scratched his face. Joe called her a cunt and slapped her across the face. Melanie escaped and ran across the apartment. Joe ran after her screaming she was an unfaithful and no good cunt. Melanie darted in the kitchen and grabbed a large carving knife. She slashed the air and told him to leave. Joe glared at the gleaming carving knife. He knew Melanie would use it. Joe left the apartment. He called later in the evening and tried to apologize. Melanie hung up the phone. Joe called again but the phone was busy. She had taken it off the hook. The following day he went over to the apartment but when he tried to enter he discovered the locks were changed. He stood in the hallway and yelled for Melanie to open the door. She was inside the apartment. She told him to leave or she would call the police. Joe had an outstanding warrant for his arrest for unpaid parking tickets and other minor crimes. He didn't want to be around when the police arrived so he left the building. The next day Brad called Joe at work. Stay away from Melanie he said or I swear to Christ I'll beat you within and inch of your worthless life. Joe called him a motherfucker and slammed down the phone. People in the office stared at Joe. His boss came over and told him to get back to work if he knew what was good for him. * * * Joe knew he would not be able to get in the apartment or would Melanie allow him anywhere near her. She would call the police. The apartment was on the fifth floor of the building. Joe walked around the side of the building. He remembered the fire escape. He climbed up on a trash dumpster and yanked down the fire escape ladder. It came down with a crash and a sprinkle of rust and then Joe climbed up it until he reached the fifth floor. He tried to be as quiet as possible so as to not alarm Melanie and make her to call the police. Joe crawled to the kitchen window and peered over the sill into the kitchen. He was in luck. Melanie was in the kitchen with her back to the window. She wore a black bra and panties. Joe had always loved Melanie's body. She was good looking and had always taken care of herself making sure to exercise and not eat or drink too much. She had nice full breasts and narrow hips. Melanie kept her luscious onyx-colored hair shoulder length and as Joe watched her secretly from the fire escape he became excited by the way Melanie's hair cascaded down over the roundness of her shoulders. She moved from the stove to the cabinet and opened the cabinet door and took a box of something out of the cabinet. She was not aware of Joe there partially hidden below the window sill. He looked at her breasts and suddenly ached for the chance to remove the bra and lick Melanie's nipples until they were erect and she moaned and promised to take him back. Joe shifted his weight on the fire escape. As he did he became aware of his cock. It was hard and rubbed against the handle of the closed knife hidden in his pocket. I can stay here and watch her forever thought Joe. I can stay forever on this damn fire escape come rain or snow or hell and high water so long as my love Melanie is there for me to watch and secretly appreciate. Joe wanted her so badly at that moment he was unable to control his desire. He reached down and unzipped his pants and brought out his cock and began to stroke it as he watched Melanie. He was very excited and about to ejaculate all over the rusty fire escape when Brad suddenly appeared in the kitchen. He was naked. He was rippled with tight muscles and Joe suddenly realized to his dismay what Brad had that Joe did not - not only a well-toned and muscular body but a long and thick cock as well. Joe glanced down at his own cock which began to shrink in his hand. Damn bitch threw me off for a goddamn cock Joe thought in disgust. When he returned his gaze to the window he saw Brad and Brad saw him. Melanie jerked around and screamed. Brad ran for the window with fists curled and words violent words spewing from his mouth words Joe was unable to discern but knew were not kind nor friendly. Joe stood up with his cock poking out of his pants. Brad fumbled with the window. Melanie screamed again and then ran over and grabbed the phone and began punching in numbers. Joe stumbled and nearly fell as Brad yanked the window open and put one leg and then another outside. Joe ran down the fire escape and Brad quickly followed screaming you little motherfucker I told you to stay away from us now you're going to pay you can't get away you fucking shit I'll rip your fucking head off and shove it up your ass. Brad was naked and Joe had his cock out dangling as he hurried down the old fire escape. When he turned to check where Brad was Joe stumbled again and lost his balance and nearly tumbled three stories to certain death on the pavement below. As he righted himself Brad reached out and grabbed Joe's right arm and twisted it violently. Joe called him a bitch and attempted to wrestle free but Brad's grip was tight as a steel vice around Joe's elbow. In the next second Brad hit Joe on the side of the head and Joe saw a galaxy of stars explode before his eyes. Brad released his grip and Joe tumbled down a few steps and gashed both knees on the rough metal surface of the old fire escape. He lay on the third floor platform. Brad smiled wickedly as he bounded down the remaining stairs three steps at a time. Brad was determined to give Joe more of what he had coming to him. Joe looked up and saw Brad descend toward him with his muscles and the cock Joe resented. As Brad reached the last step before the platform Joe kicked out his foot and caught Brad by the ankles. Brad lost his balance and with an expression of horror spread across his handsome face Brad careened over the edge of the platform and fell thirty feet to the pavement below. He fell silently without a word. Joe heard the horrible sound of Brad hitting the pavement. He struggled to right himself and as he did he heard Melanie screaming above him. Joe looked up and saw her there in the open window. The onyx-colored hair Joe loved so much was twisted and tangled around her face and all Joe saw was her mouth open and screaming like a wounded and frightened animal. Jesus Christ said Joe. Jesus fucking Christ he said over and over and then stood and ran down the fire escape. Brad lay at the bottom of the fire escape in a pool of blood. Joe was horrified to see Brad's cock erect and blood streaked a bloated testament to what Joe considered the ultimate betrayal even in death. * * * Joe stands shivering in rain. It is well after dark. People shuffle past him on the wet and litter strewn sidewalk. If they notice his exposed cock they do not say anything. Even if they do notice most of them likely will not give it a second thought because in the city a person witnesses so many absurdities and crimes he ultimately become indifferent and desensitized. Joe shivers in cold rain and scans the faces of people around him. He is in desperate search of something to hold. Somebody or something to hold him in strong arms like a baby and tell him everything will be okay don't cry mother will take care of you little Joe. Most of the faces seem to be made of stone or some kind of pale yellow plastic. Can you help me Joe snivels. He throws out his hand and grabs the arm of the person nearest him. The person jerks around and glares at Joe and then the nameless person struggles to free himself. Joe pleads and claws as the person vanishes in a crowd of ever changing bodies and faces and umbrellas. Can't one of you motherfuckers help me. Can't you see I need help. I'm lost and afraid and I need some fucking help. As if he were some kind of contagious leper people move away from him. Joe spins around and searches the faces of people looking for a friend or something remotely human and considerate. He makes eye contact with a young woman. She has wet dark hair and large friendly eyes and the eyes flash compassion for a short moment as Joe gasps and says to the young woman Melanie Melanie I love you Melanie. The woman is suddenly afraid and she quickly moves away. No please where are you going Melanie Joe cries as he follows her down the sidewalk. She glances nervously over her shoulder and notices his withered cock and the fear on her face increases tenfold as she begins to run. Joe runs behind the woman. He is determined to embrace her and apologize for all the sins he has committed - his mental illness his uncontrollable drinking and unprovoked violence. He wants desperately to repent and beg Melanie to take him back. I will be good and I will do whatever you want Melanie I love you Melanie Melanie Melanie. The frightened woman is small. She cannot escape. Joe jumps on her back sobbing and they both tumble into a dark alley and crash against a dumpster of rotting garbage. Please the woman begs. Oh please don't hurt me. Please. She screams and Joe clamps his hand over her mouth. I know Melanie I know I will make it all up to you. The woman struggles beneath him and Joe says shsssssssssh shsssssssssh it will be okay now I will take care of you. She bites his hand and Joe growls like an animal and slaps her with the back of his wet and shivering hand and calls her a cunt bitch whore as the woman faints. Joe grabs her dress and rips it until white thighs and black panties are exposed. Black panties. Melanie's black panties. Joe's exposed cock hardens and he paws at the black panties attempting to yank them off as the semi-conscious woman moans and struggles weakly beneath him. Melanie you whore I love you you you and Brad that fucker had it coming did he ever think I'd let you get away from me he's dead now and that's his payment eternal fucking death for taking you away from me oh Melanie I love you can't we be together forever. Joe has torn the underwear and is ready to shove his cock inside the woman. Suddenly a hand clamps his shoulder and pulls him off the woman. Joe glances up to see a tall man in a raincoat standing above him. What're you doing you son of a bitch the man yells. Joe struggles to free himself from the hand as suddenly an unseen fist strikes him in the face. Warm blood flows down over Joe's eyes and he blinks and turns to see another man in a yellow rain slicker standing beside the first man in a fox gray raincoat. Both scream things Joe is unable to comprehend as they begin to strike him with fists and kick him with shoes until he slides off the motionless woman. Joe rolls up in a fetal ball. Melanie I love you he murmurs and then the heel of a shoe crashes into his face. He awakens seconds minutes hours days later to see a crowd gathered around him. The crowd parts and the hulking figure of a cop appears. Oh god save me officer save me Joe cries my only crime was to love her. The grim faced cop stands over Joe and glares down at him. You're under arrest barks the cop and suddenly a club appears in his hand and it rises up and comes down once twice three times on Joe's ribs chest and arms. You piece of shit growls the cop. You fucking rapist piece of shit. Beat the fucking shit out of him a faceless voice encourages. Joe begins to sob softly as rain and blood rolls down his distorted face. I love you Melanie I love you you you why have you forsaken me Melanie.. (c) 2000 Kurt Nimmo

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