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“Goodnight,” said Jared, as he kissed Melissa and watched her walk up the steps of her driveway and into her house. Jared couldn’t stop smiling, he had never kept a girlfriend for more than a few weeks before, and tomorrow would be a year since the day he asked Melissa out for Prom. Things couldn’t be better between them; Jared felt something he had never had in his life before: contentment. He could feel it filling every vein in his body, and he smiled all throughout the drive home and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
In painfully sharp contrast, Bret had had enough crap from the world. The teachers at school wouldn’t get off his back, the kids at school all thought he was a jerk, and his parents never got off his case since they found him doing acid. As he walked down the hall to his bed, he heard his little brother, Jared, laughing in his room. Annoyed by his brother’s existence, Bret burst through the door to Jared’s room, and saw his brother’s stupid dopey grin. What the fuck is so goddamn funny? “Melissa,” Jared said, unintentionally answering Bret’s question in his sleep. “Melissa, I love you.” Bret tore his brother’s arm off, shat in his mouth, and devised a million other tortures for him in his mind. The little fuck didn’t deserve to be so happy. Bret could remember back before Jared was born, back when he didn’t have to get arrested to get his parent’s attention. “I hate you” Bret announced. He picked up a shoe from the floor and hurled it at Jared’s head, missing by about a foot. Jared giggled again, as if to mock his brother’s aim, though he was entirely unaware of his presence. Bret let out a scream of frustration as he left the room, and slammed the door.
“Hello?” Jared answered the phone groggily. “Boss? Today? I’ve made other commitments today, I couldn’t possibly work! … no, I know I owe you a favor… okay, okay, a few favors, it’s just that… yes, I know, but… well, I suppose if it were only for a few hours, but I can’t work all night okay? Yes, I understand, I’ll be there… goodbye, boss.” Jared hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
“Don’t be out too late, dear!” called Melissa’s mother as she watched her daughter get into her car and pull away. They discover boys and never look back to remember the mother that raised them… well, I suppose I was the same way. The phone started ringing… probably one of Melissa’s friends… they call her every couple of minutes, it seems. “Hello? Jared? You just missed her, she just left to go prepare for your date tonight with her friends… oh you do? Well, you’ll probably get back from work before she comes over, anyway… you know how long she takes to make her make-up perfect, don’t you? No, sorry, she didn’t say which friend she’s visiting, but I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll understand if you’re a bit late… she is quite fond of you, you know. Okay, well have a good time! Uh huh, bye-bye Jared!”
Bret leered at the door. He wasn’t in the mood to get up and miss his favorite TV show for anyone or anything. He ignored it and turned his attention again to the TV, but the doorbell again ruined his concentration. He got up from the couch angrily, and swung the door open. Melissa was greeted with an angry sneer and “what the fuck do you want!?”
“Um… hi… is Jared here?” asked Melissa.
“The little piece of shit’s at work. Now fuck off.” Bret replied, and started to slam the door in her face. Melissa’s foot stopped the door from closing.
“Now why are you so mean to your brother?” Melissa pushed her way into the house. “He’s a great guy, and…” her sentence was cut short as Bret puncher her across the face.
“Fuck you. He ruined my life!” screamed Bret. Melissa tried to stay composed, but fear and shock caused her voice to quiver. “Now listen here Bret, Jared has done no such thing to you, and I love him. Now you apologize for…”again she was cut short by a punch to the face.
“You don’t fucking know me, bitch, you don’t fucking understand!” Bret cried. He stared into her eyes, and something snapped. He found a way to take revenge, and took it readily. Grabbing Melissa by the shoulders, Bret threw her onto the couch. Ignoring her cries and pleas for help, Bret started to unbutton her shirt, punching her when she’d try to resist, sitting on top of her so she couldn’t escape.
Jared pulled into the driveway, and saw Melissa’s car. He couldn’t wait to see her… to celebrate their one-year anniversary! He walked up to the window to see if she was waiting for him on the couch. Hmm… no one there! Wait… the couch is shaking! At the sight of his brother’s white ass, Jared knew Bret was fucking another girl that probably didn’t mean anything to him. He started to avert his gaze, but felt an odd recognition at the color of the sandy blonde hair draped over the side arm of the couch. He looked again- no. No, it couldn’t be. Jared’s stomach fell… his tears started to collect in his eyes. He drove from his house, wondering how long he had been used to get to his brother… if he meant anything at all to her, and how she expected to hide it.
Melissa washed off her runny make-up from her tear washed faced. She couldn’t let it ruin the night, she’d tell him soon enough, but for tonight she would do her best to just-act-natural. Bret was passed out on some drug on the couch; she didn’t have to worry about him for the time being. Now she’d just concentrate on celebrating what had, until today, been the best year of her life,.
Jared pulled into the driveway drunkenly, clumsily maneuvering the car into the driveway diagonally. He walked up his drive to the door, which Melissa opened to great him.
“Hey babe, how was work?” she said, sounding a little bit unenthusiastic, but he was far too drunk to notice.
“I had a rough day…” he walked to his room and she followed, too shaken up by the rape to notice his drunkenness. Neither of them in the mood for conversation, Jared pushed her head down to receive oral sex. She went with the flow; glad it was Jared she was servicing now. His penis slid into her mouth, and she deep-throated him as she had many times before. He slid father down her throat, farther than ever before… and kept going. Her gag reflex tried to stop him, but he pushed until he filled her throat, cutting off her air.
“Didn’t think I’d find out, did you?” Jared said, as he watched the only person he’d ever cared about suffocate. “I suppose it’s what I get for thinking anyone could love me.” Melissa tried to pull away to explain, to breathe, but he had his strong hands on the back of her head, forcing himself down her throat. She sobbed and watched everything go black, his accusations sounding more and more distant.
‘To the world that is incapable of love,
-Jared’ concluded the suicide note. Jared set it on his bed, gave one last look to his girlfriend’s corpse, and pushed the barrel of a handgun into his mouth. He heard his brother laughing at something on the television, and closed his eyes, feeling none of the contentment he felt the day before, only cold, empty, nothingness. Slowly, with a shaking finger, he pulled the trigger, and his bleeding body fell to the floor, next to the only person he had ever loved.

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