Chain Reaction 3.1.26: Crossing the Line

A/N: I've struggled as to where to put this chapter in the lineup. I've decided it probably fits best here.
One or two NSFW pic
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Darrin Sheie

     I'm a busy man. A very busy man. I love my job. I respect those working around me. Mostly.

     My parents think I'm not busy enough. How many more women are there in Eden that they haven't tried to set me up with yet?

     The next one that comes to dinner is pretty enough, so to make my parents happy, I ask her out for tomorrow night. Then I go to my room, change into my pajamas, and get on the computer.

     It was after seeing Mike in the gym that day that I searched him up and found the SimTube channel. I binged all the episodes several times. He shows the most wonderful sides of himself in front of the camera for all to see, for all the viewers to love him. He usually will upload a video on Fridays. But all he has is a quick clip about what he's doing on someone else's channel and a link to the livestream, scheduled for now.

     It's Ivy. She has a channel as well, apparently. And a chat is going where people say he's gay. He's not gay. If he were gay, he wouldn't be with Ivy right now--in what appears to be his basement.

     But he wouldn't be with you, either. I tell my inner voice to shut the f--k up.

     Then they kiss, and I swear it gives me an ulcer to watch it. I can't help myself--I simply must put something into chat. To Ivy. I f--king hate her.

      But Mike sees it as directed at him! Oh plumbob! I'm such an idiot. Of course he knew it was me.

      Chat gets despicably happy, and I turn off my computer and go to bed.

      But, as always lately, sleep rarely finds me. And when it does, I often dream about Mike. Plum, I miss him. I miss his face. I miss his legs. I miss his dick. His chest. His ass. His eyes... His eyes most of all. That's why I always tune in to his SimTube channel. I just want to see him. And if I satisfy myself while watching, that's my own business.

    I go on my date, and she invites me back to her place, where we f--k. Like animals. I need it.

    I overdo it. I want to hurt her. Just like I want to hurt Ivy. If Mike is f--king a woman, then so am I, f--king the sh*t out of her.

    Then I leave her panting on her bed, get dressed, and walk out. It wasn't enough. Sure, women can be great, but it's not what I need.

    I need Mike, but he hates me. Well, he should. I was an asshole to him.

    That morning he threatened me with a restraining order was one of the best acting jobs I've ever done. I did it for him. He may never understand that. I just knew the bigger asshole I could be, the easier it would be for him eventually. It's true that we're bad for each other.
    I had to make a decision one way or another, and I chose to leave him... for both our sakes.

     But I still f--king love him. It makes absolutely no sense at all. Believe me, I've tried. A lot. He's a murderer for f--k's sake. He crossed that line into enemy territory.

     And you've crossed it by becoming an obsessive stalker. But I've never killed anyone. I've wounded, sure, to slow them down, but I've not had a situation where defending myself could only happen by killing the other one. I hope it never does.
     Like I said, though, I love my job, even if some people at work are dickheads.

     "Well, if it isn't F--kface McGee," I hear behind me. It's Marco, one of the guys who typically goes undercover. I wish he'd go away and go undercover MORE because I hate him. Even if he's funny as sh*t.

     I laugh. It's all in good fun. We don't have to like each other to work together. And I really do hate him. "Anymore dicks up your ass, Polo?" Ah, gotta love work camaraderie. I put my sandwich on the counter and walk over to him.

     "None lately, but I heard all about your dick up my cousin's ass... followed by you walking out on her." He smiles meanly and cracks his knuckles. "She's like a little sister to me, F--kface."

     "I had no idea she was your cousin."

     "At least you're not going to deny it."

     I ready myself for a fight. "Yeah, well, she was hot enough, but she just didn't 'do it' for me, ya know? Her orifices were so gaping wide from overuse that she's no good to anyone anymore." I duck.

     Yes. A fight. Just what I need. No one else is in the break room, and we're angry but smart enough to keep it quiet. At first, it's just throwing a few punches, which we both take but only makes us angrier. Then the moron thinks he can choke me. I stab him quickly in the eyes with my fingers, and he yells.

     So much for being quiet. He currently can't see, so he stops hitting. But then people come running in.

     The chief ain't happy. At all. We each get a week's suspension.

     F--k! The last thing I need is empty time!

     I can't take it, and I end up getting drunk at a bar. When I finally leave, I find Marco waiting for me outside.

     "Heya, f--kface."

     "Sh*t, Marco. Give it a rest. Your cousin is a bad lay. Get over it." I start backing away from him.

     "How do you know you're not the bad lay, huh?"

     I laugh. Then I laugh harder. I don't give a sh*t. "Sure, if that's what makes you feel better, but I've never heard any complaints."

     He stomps over to me, and I have a vision of myself waking up in the morning right where I'm standing now, only I'll have a bloody nose and a missing tooth or two. I'm going to lose. I'm just too drunk. And stupid as f--k.

     He grabs my shirt near the collar and jerks me to his face. I know the punches are coming, but a smell distracts me. He's had a drink or two himself. And some weed. I find that hilarious.

     My laughing again takes him by surprise, probably making him stop whatever it was he was going to say. Then he probably realizes that I'm drunk but not oblivious. I'm drunk, and he's high. He starts laughing too. 

     Then he--