A story is best told in the segments of time that matter within the plot line. Between these segments lies truth, the truth the author is afraid to show. The detail left out of the mind, the everyday walk to the bus stop, the cold wind that edges away at the back of your neck while your mind's entranced by the briskness of your walk.
Here in lies those details.
It began like everyother orgasm, but the thought of what i had masterbated to hit like a brick wall as my horned up mind releazied itself. Fucking bastard never gives itself a chance, ive been watching it for months now, i must seem crazy to the outside world, how many commas can i through in here really. So as the cum hit my hand i was watching her, fuck some dude. Like ... you know who im talking about right?! Yeah! so i was like shit,i need to cal hIM.
Fuck paragraphs but i need them apperntly, you internet hobblegins. So I ran over to the desk, my god damn shorts still around my ankles, my knob layin out over my breifs and my window wide open. Fucking midnight and my light was on, damn dude from across the street right can see in. HAHAHA so im standin there fucking butt ass naked and this 43 yr old black man who hates my guts is starin right there.
I mean this dude lost his wife a year earlier and has been drinking like crazy mother fucker went off on me cause my ball rolled into his garage. Seriously my bad the bitch rolled in there i just had to get it and hes like you should have asked and i was like fuck you dude im sorry i feel basd for ya and all but dont take it out on me when i would have done this earlier and you wouldnt have given a fuck ya know.
So that dude is starin at me right and Im like shit son so i duck and rolled next to my bed for cover. I pull everything up and im like im not standing back up and having this guy just lookin at me, so i crawled over and turned off the light on my stomach, like a bad ass army crawl for NO reason at all except to do it. So i finally remember that this bitch just did this to you and I had to email you right away.
Sincerly,
YO Dawg 185
I knew at that point my life was over, the rain that had been hammering these windows for months even gave me a moment of silence. I had given up so much for her, and I knew it would bring me to this point, to this island, this mear 200 foot rock in the Allegheny. Where we met, and where I would die. It all began with that email.
That fucking EMail.
So I Moved on and went looking for a reason.
I never knew who YO Dawg 185 was, but i responded.
The next night it happened. This is the story of my last 10 days.
This is how I die.
DAY 1
[COM INTERCEPT]
[x]
[x]
[x]
[REMOVED]
[x]
[x]
[x]
[COM RETURN TO 01]
I hope that went through, they know how to hack this kind of data transfer now, i dont know how. Im moving on to the next one in a few sconds be ready for it. Remember we need to look into these clips and understand what went wrong. This is our last shot at this. After he recieved the package he was the only one smart enough to get away from it, but he brought them together, and when 2 forces like that come together, only hell is going to pay for it.
You need to hurry.
It's all up to you.
DAY 2
She had called late at night, right at my crest of dreaming. She needed me. Earlier my ex had texted me asking for a ride just in case she was to drunk to drive later, she was going to some guys house that she had met at work, my now ex place of employment. I was trying to be nice to her, and still hide my feelings about us.
iw anted her but she couldnt have me again, but we had to stay friends. so when her call came i rushed, the worst i could think of was only the best, she had fucked him and was so drunk she could hardly speak, they had played 3 player beer pong with one of them on her team so he would help purposfully lose.
they got her so drunk. i ran to the car in utter terror of what was going on now, now that she was used but so drunk to know or care. my heart was out o control why should i help her, its her life i yelled to myself move on, the other screaming no, the only word i could summone up, no, please god no.
When i arived they were out on a beer run, now they were throwing her around drunk as shit in a car. When they came back 20 mins later. i realized those 20 mins hadnt passed, that i had skipped to this point, because all the silence was filled with anticipation of this moment and i had to stop... and sing a song....
I sang this first verse of a bright eyes song, half in emotional tears and half in rage...
When panic grips your body
And your heart's a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind
'Til you're breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well
But make it worse
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Better find yourself a place to level out
When i was done i sat for a moment just crying. Then car headlights blasted my face and loud country music blaring, a silver mustang 2001 with black racing stripes and crome rims. What made it worse was the typicl retarded behaviour of these individuals, that this woman with so much charcter and morals would go this low for satisfaction.
When they stumbled out it took 10 minutes to get her finally in the car, I initially got out and stood there with "yo dawg what up" respones from the 2 men. If there was a hell this was it. I stood shocked at the emptiness to this world.
They kissed a few times next to my window as i waited for her to get in, between drunked heart felt speeches while they watched on from the porch and lovie duvy talk between her repeated attempts to find her keys in side the house i was at the braking point, but i held it in. I knew it wasnt worth it. After this i stillw anted her.
I wanted what she meant to me, the feeling of her in a room with me. So when I was driving her back to her house and she informed me through terrified schreiks of terror open her remembrance that she was gang banged by the both of them I couldnt drive anymore. I slowed the car down to a halt as she cried and I wondered how i let myself get to this point. How did this happen. I quickly started drving again.
She peed a few times on the seat before exiting the car with a tumble. I carried ehr to her room and left. Thats when He hit me.
That's how this all started.
The first day was a blur. The second is the one that matters, when I realized. The struggle in the first for the bag and the whole not knowing where we were feels so long ago after the realization you know.
But thats when it hit first, It hit of what she did to me, and what i did to myself.
Sitting over that stream, next to that man, waiting for that phone to ring, I knew I couldnt hold back my feelings I had tried to hide from the other guy. It just came out. It was only 1 day after she had done that too...
And in the middle of that cloudy day it happened, It changed my life.
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DAY 3
[AWAITING TRANSMISSION]
[I found away to cut in using the data transfer B path. I saw these other files i think you might find useful in that ones guys vimeo account.]
[Patching it into you now. THEY ARE WHAT HE IS TALKING ABOUT IN THOSE OTHER TRANSMISSION, IT SHOWS THE GIRL AND THE OTHER GUY AND THE OTHER GIRL. Its an amazing find inside the depths of his mind The other is the package drop off point]
[2 FILES INCOMING]
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[END]
THanks for reading if you did all the way, Its a hard story to get at first because it requires a lot of back reading do to the nature it was written.
C&C if ya can thanks.
-Russell Passano
