It's Me, Charlie

by C.M. Guidroz

Jessie will be moving in this week, she doesn’t know it yet but I’ve waited long enough.

I had a rough time in middle school but once I got to high school I made sure to get rid of the cats. She thought they got out and ran away. I enjoyed the popping sound their necks made when you pull on it hard enough.

I envision pushing the pipe quickly through the tiny hole into his eye socket. The sound it would make would be a delightful squish.

I heard a man once say that he wished women came with a manual, well I found it. These women literally write about the things they want, what they find sexy, and in explicit detail. I found the manual and I intend to use it. Guess What? It’s nothing like those Hallmark movies.

I have been saving something for Jessie for a little while now. Like I said, my girl loves spit. She loves when a man spits in her mouth, when he drinks from a glass and spits it into her mouth, spits in her face, the degradation of it all turns her on. She writes about it in different ways in each of her books. So, I have a special surprise for her. I can’t wait to show her. I glance over at the taco bell cup on the side of my bed, the bottom filled with a few inches of spit I have been saving for her. She is going to finally live out the fantasies she has been writing about. She will fall in love with me.

I thought making chloroform would be difficult but it’s actually really easy, it's only 3.6L of bleach and 100 ML acetone.

I will be her monster, her stalker, her morally gray, possessive man that she has been longing for. I can be all those things for her.

I may have taken her against her will but I am no rapist. I love this woman and by the end of tomorrow she will love me too.

It doesn’t surprise me that even with her tongue ripped out and her head buried deep in the dirt she still can’t shut up.

she doesn’t want the sweet guy trying to calm her down. She gets off on the chase. She needs someone who can take control.

I tried being the sweet guy, the one who did everything they wanted and guess what? That got me nowhere. They always treated me like a piece of shit, and took advantage of my kindness. I was made fun of relentlessly for what? For wanting to send a girl flowers, or leave her notes on her car. When someone else does it it’s romantic but when I do it I’m a stalker. I’m done being the nice guy.

“A guy like me would kiss the fucking ground you walk on, you spoiled little slut.” I say the words right before I lick the salty snot from her chin and up across her lips. I suck in all the thick mucus before stepping back, letting go of her throat as she sucks in air. Before she can say a word I spit the wad of mucus in her face and force myself to leave the room.