Mountain of crazy: Brooke (MF) | 2016

I've stuck my dick in crazy, many, many times. This is one of the craziest times.

I met Brooke while working a shitty store job, paying off probation for great decisions made a few months earlier. She was short, skinny, blonde, blue eyed, and very, very broken. She was fucked. Someone had really used her or mentally abused her or something. She worked with me, and quickly became attracted to me. Everyone at the store liked me, I traveled from department to department freely bantering. The managers tolerated my random grazing because when I sat down to do work, I got that shit done faster and better than anyone else. I was a whirlwind of skill and humor, tall, dark and handsome. Of course Brooke would want me.

Except Brooke was already in a relationship. With a drug dealer. Who worked in some organized crime. And they were serious business.

Little did I know this when she began flirting with me. Locating me in the store to chat. I joked all the time, humor and that shitty job was all I had to look forward to, after the state bent me over and fucked me with the dick of law. I guess Brooke noticed that broken spirit too and found solace in a kindred soul. Whatever. I drank alot and was pissed. I spent that time working out. Here's a quick snapshot of this time in my life: I was slow benching 210lb weighing 190lb @ 6'1", listening to NIN 24/7, drinking RAW FUCKING EGGS in the morning

because I thought the movie Rocky presented a good role model for how to accept and conquer challenges in life. Intimidate or punch them - fucking smart! Plus the shaved head, steel toe boots, and solid black head to toe shirt/pants pretty much gave me a 10 foot circle of space anywhere I went. Brooke met me under these conditions - essentially a poor, brooding, hate-filled thug who was only looking for money to pay the city.

We flirted at work. Alot. Everyone thought we were already fucking. Her store friends would talk about how we looked good together. We'd go to lunch together. Take smoke breaks together. Hang out in her car. I needed the companionship and never tried to fuck her. I was heart broken from having been in a relationship with Heroin Witch (Different Story). One day I was in the backroom putting shit up, just like any other long, stupid workday at that shithole. Brooke came in and we started talking. One thing leads to another and she drops down to her knees and blows me, to completion, in the backroom. I'm pretty amazed it happened too, and immediately I'm really, really happy for the first time in a long fucking time. I tell her how great that was and she begins pouring deceit and lies out of her mouth...

She says she has to get back to work because her boyfriend is coming to the store. Her boyfriend is pissed because he thinks that her and I are together. And we weren't. Until 5 minutes ago. She says he is a real asshole, and abuses her, and sells drugs, and she wants to dump him, but she is afraid of him. I don my White Knight Armor©, and say "I'll fucking destroy him. I'll put him into a fucking hole. With my hands." She doesn't laugh or anything even remotely resembling a reaction I would expect. "No. Don't do anything. Just pretend everything is normal." and she slips out of the backroom.

I'm still happy, but adrenaline is shooting through my body, I could punch these fucking pallets to the ground, son. I'm a fucking beast. I've punched through doors, knocked people out, destroyed windows. Fuck this guy. I'm psyching myself up like Appollo Creed over here, ready to step out into the store's ring and smash this guy's head into the ground. I'm literally stomping around with energy when I decide to go out there. Smart, I know.

Out in the store I'm looking around, searching for Brooke, or any commotion or sounds. Nothing. I head by a friends department. "You seen Brooke?" I ask my buddy. He just shakes his head and points down the aisle nearby. "I don't know what's going on." he says as I'm walking away. Fuck. I should note at this point in the story that my job required the use of a small, very very sharp blade. I had this blade on me. I walked down the aisle and saw Brooke talking to a tall, lanky guy with blonde hair a few isles down from me. They were arguing. Brooke noticed me and put a hand up while speaking and waved it back and forth, a signal for me to not approach. I turned and walked down another aisle. I walked up to the other side of the aisle that they were arguing on, listening..

"I know you're fucking some guy here." he said casually. "How do you know?" she retorted. "Doesn't matter. I know. What the fuck are you thinking Brooke?" he accused her. "I'm not fucking anyone here! You are fucking paranoid!" she pleaded. "Fuck you, I know what you are doing. Ok? Do you think I'm stupid?" He paused. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Silence. He growled in a low tone "Do you think.. I am stupid.. Brooke?" This guy was fucked. I cleared my throat and rattled some shit on the aisle shelf. I heard their footsteps as they walked away. I pulled out my blade and played with it as I walked after them around the aisle, hunting them. I walked by a manager without thinking, and he stopped me. "What are you doing outside your department _______?" "Just taking a quick piss." and flipped the blade out of my hand up into the air, spinning it around and around, blade out, then catching it precariously mid-spin. It spun faster than I could actually track, and this was a kind of 'russian roulette' I played with myself for months while working there. I winked at him and continued walking, sliding the blade back into place. I know, I was fucking crazy too.

I spotted Brooke talking with him at the front of the store, they hugged and he left. As she walked back into the store, I rushed to a side exit. I sprinted along the pavement, past another buddy of mine. "Where's the fire ______?" and I rounded the corner, not even answering. I searched the store outside entrance, quickly looking for tall blonde people. Nothing. Fuck. I'm going to get this guy. I don't give up. My friend jogs around the corner. "Everything ok?" he asks me.

My mind literally expands to accept new possibilities that can occur. I look at him and tell him I'm looking for a tall, lanky blonde guy. I tell him it's serious fucking business. He's never seen me like this, and he can tell something is totally fucked. He says "Ok, I'll look over in this area of the parking lot. I'll whistle if I see him!" I could of kissed my friend - "Let's get this fucking guy" I say and start RUNNING FULL SPEED across the parking lot. My store friends were fucked in the head too. We drank together, alot. I guess that made us a broken family. Something. I don't know.

As I'm running I see him.

And I have to slow down from my sprint I'm moving so fast. He doesn't see me. Thank god for that. He gets into his large SUV, and drives off. I try to remember the license plate number, but the important part is the car description. I'm going to fucking murder this guy. I'm shaking as I walk inside and finish my shift.

Weeks pass. I'm at work again. Brooke has been giving me head pretty regularly. We go out in her car on lunch and she sucks me off. She says she enjoys it. I think I've met the perfect woman. I sink further and further into her web of lies. Now I am the guy she is cheating on her boyfriend with. There is no denying that he has every right to be upset, and that I should leave Brooke alone. But I'm tired of having things taken from me. Brooke doesn't seem to want to be with him, either. My White Knight Armor© protects me from seeing that I have no obligation or right to 'save her'. Brooke comes up to me at lunch and tells me that she can't have lunch with me. Her boyfriend is taking her out to lunch. My first thought is "I'm going to stab this fuck in his throat and watch the blood from his body paint the ground like a red Jackson Pollock painting." I'm strangely comfortable with this extreme response, and smile to myself. "I can't wait to meet him." I say. Brooke tells me that I will never meet him. She tells me to stay away from him when he is around. I ask her why. She tells me he is crazy. Protip: when a crazy chick tells you her boyfriend is crazy, and she is scared of him, she has a good reason for that. My bravado and ego remained, fuck this guy. I'll throw a fucking hatchet into his head. I'll go to town with tools on his ass. Whatever!

Lunch time arrives. Brooke leaves early. I watch her leave and my search buddy from before walks up to me. "Where's she going?" he asks. "To see that tall blonde guy." I respond and start to walk away to a side exit. My friend follows me. "Where are you going?" he asks me. "After them." I respond as I push the exit door open. He follows me outside. "Want some help?" he laughs. "This could get messy." I say back to him. I haven't even slowed down or looked at him yet. "Sounds serious." and he starts JOGGING to catch up to me. We jump into my pile of shit car, and we're off. Please note at this point that the thought of "What the fuck am I doing?" NEVER CROSSES INTO MY MIND. I'm like a fucking lion in an urban jungle, just acting upon natural aggressive predatory impulses. Add my Certified Morally Correct White Knight Armor© and I'm pretty sure GOD HIMSELF is ok with me removing this guy's spine Sub Zero style.

There is one main road that leads to the store, that ends at another lone road heading perpendicular. I see them turning right from the main road. I drive my piece of shit car like I stole it in GTA - and I'm turning after them a few seconds later. I keep a decent distance and follow them to a nearby restaurant that is open all night. Brooke and I eat there alot. I've come in her mouth many, many times in that parking lot. Maybe this fuck knows this? Maybe the employees told him or he has a friend there? I'm full on Columbo mode in my head when my friend breaks the silence "What are you going to do to this guy?" "I have no idea. Everything." I respond. We are sitting in my car as they head inside. I text msg Brooke. "I'm outside." I watch her inside. A few moments later she pulls up her phone, looks at it, then smiles and continues talking with boyfriend. She leans into him and doesn't react at all. I watch and wait. "You want me to slit his tires?" my friend chimes in. "No." I respond. "Just wait." My mind explodes with thoughts of violent scenes inside the restaurant, blood everywhere. I'm strangely calm. Brooke and her boyfriend order their food and sit down. She still hasn't responded. I msg her again. "Say the word and he dissappears." I don't even flinch when pressing the send button. This is bad. My friend lights up a smoke and rolls down the window. I'm just staring at those two, calmly breathing and watching. I can feel the blade in my pocket and I'm ready to open this guy up like a fish in the middle of the parking lot.

Brooke gets up and goes to the bathroom. I get a txt msg: "Stop. Dont do anything. I love you." I get this text message, the first time she tells me she loves me, and I'm a wild fucking animal in my car. I'm no longer calm, or collected, or rational, or sane. I start breathing heavily and shaking my head. The girl that loves me is in that restaurant and I'm about to disembowel her blonde boyfriend Braveheart style. I pull out my blade and grab my car door handle when my friend says to me "Wait. Hold on." For some reason, I stop. Probably because deep down I know I'm about to walk into this restaurant and murder someone. My friend continues "Is she worth it?" and I turn and I'm in his face with a blade shouting "Yeah, she's fucking worth it." My friend instinctively raises his hands, while I take a breath and pull the blade back. "I'm sorry man." I stutter. "I've never seen you like this ______." he says. "Calm down man. Let's get out of here, ok? This whole scene is fucked. We can get him another time." he said. I latched onto those last words - "Yeah, we can get him another time." I drove out of the parking lot shaking, adrenaline pumping through my body.

I'm glad I didn't get out of the car. It probably would of changed my life forever. There are many, many more stories about Brooke. This one just stands out because I almost killed someone cause I stuck my dick in crazy.