Author's Note: This story contains very graphic material. You have been warned.

"I'll call you tomorrow, kay?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Well, of course, why wouldn't I?"
"The last time you --"
"The last time I was busy I said."
"Alright, alright."
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay, I love you."
"Yup."

click

He never called back. That night, Aaron Kelso held the phone in his hand waiting for the phone to ring, and it never did. He had the feeling it was over. He had the feeling that the next phone call with him would be the last. His jealously was eating at him, and his fear of losing everything made him panic.

"I'm calling him. I'm going to fuckin' call him right now."

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"Pick the fuck up."

---

"Hello?"
"What's up with you?"
"What's up with me?"
"Yeah, are we done, what the fuck do you want?"
"Jesus christ, listen to you. You're going off again."
"No, I'm not going off on anything. I'm trying to get down to what you want."
"I want --"
"This to be over? Is that what you want?"
"...Yes."
"Hah, I knew it. Man, I'm so fucking stupid."

Pause

Aaron broke the silence.

"May I ask why? What did I do, hm?"
"Alright, look. I'm going to try to say this quickly, and get it out there."
"Go ahead. I'm listening, trust me."

Aaron's patience was wearing thin.

"Alright...I'm not bi. I thought I was, but I think I fell for you because you were the only person to give me attention."

Aaron pulled the phone away from his ear, and his eyes went blank

"Aaron?"
"Oh, I see. All these 3 years were just confusion? All the times we made love; all the times you told me I was your everything; all the fuckin' times you held me when I was sick; it was just confusion?"
"When you put it that way --"
"No, I don't want to hear it. You'll regret this. I promise."

click

Two nights pass.
Three.
4.
5...

Locked up in his room. Carving his ex's name into the walls. Breathing heavily. Crying softly. Pulling his knees to his chest. All the sings of a raging inferno about to spread.

"If I can't have him, nobody will."

He threw his books against the walls.

"God, that's so fucking clichéd! Why am I falling apart?"

He's losing it.
He's clearly losing it.
The sound of his pain was deafening.

3 days pass.
4.
5...

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knock knock

"Who the fuck could be at my door?"

"Open the door...open..the fucking..door."

"Aaron? Wh..what are you doing here?"
"Oh, um, I just want to get a few of my things if that's fine."
"Uh, yeah, come on in."

His eyes scanned over the apartment. The memories were flooding back.

We made love on this couch...
I cooked a really bad pie in the oven once; he threw up...

"So, Aaron, I'm glad to see that you're doing okay."
"Oh, yeah, I'm totally okay. Nothing wrong at all."

Flashes a fake smile.

"Go ahead and get what you want, alright? I'll be out here."

Some minutes pass.

"Okay, I got them. Not too much, but..there here."
"Good, good."

"Say, can you come back to my house for a second? I want to give you something, but it's too big to lift."
"...Um, alright?"

-----

"So, what are you going to give me?"
"Oh, it's down in the basement. Just follow me, kay?"

Down the steps.
No return.

"Alright, where is it?"
"Right here."

Aaron pulled the pocketknife out of his pocket; flipped it; and nailed his ex clean in the stomach.
There was a loud groan, and a fall to the knees.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?!"

A kick to the face made the ex collapse.

"Shut. the. fuck. up!"

Sprawled out on the floor; the blood began to pour.
Aaron ran up the stairs, and he closed the door.

"It's my turn to hurt you."

With a grin he calmly walked down the stairs, and knelt over his ex.

"Oh, don't worry. You won't be suffering for long."

Aaron grabbed the rope, and dragged his ex over to the poles at the back of the basement.

"Please, just let me go..."
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!"

The wrists were tied neatly to the poles, and now the game began.

"Look at you, so helpless. You thought I would be the helpless one I bet."

The ex shook his head.

"No, I never --"
"Don't speak unless I say so!"

A kick to the face once more.
This time blood from his nose began to pour.

"God, Aaron, you're fucking crazy!"
"Oh, I know, but I love it."

Aaron crept over to his stash of tools, and took a good five minutes before coming back with some items.
A saw, a hammer, a screwdriver, and thick lead pipe with a rough sharp edge.

"Aaron..what are you doing?"
"I said, do not speak unless I say so!"

He threw the tools to the floor.
Aaron held his head in his heads, and began to sob.
The tears fell fast.

"You made me do this. It's because of you!" He screamed into the ex's face.
"I told you - you'll regret this. I said it, but you didn't believe me."

Aaron reached down for the hammer, and held it tightly in his hands.

"You can't make love if you can't move."

He held the hammer high above his head, and he brought it down on one the ex's kneecaps so hard that you could hear it burst.
The screams..

"Oh, you can cry now."

He brought the hammer high above his head again, and did the same to the other knee.
An explosion of pain riveted up the ex's body.
More screams.
The ex twisted, and turned against the poles.
The rope scratching against it.

"Three years. Three fuckin' years, and you claim confusion!"

"Oh my god, someone fucking help me!"

"Nobody can fucking hear you!"

He threw the hammer hard into the face of the ex, and it smashed against his nose causing more blood to flow.
Aaron bent down, and picked up the saw, and held it gently in his hands.

"You're not getting out of here alive I just want you to know that."

Aaron slowly knelt down to the body of his ex, and grabbed one of his ankles.

"Well, at least, you won't get out of here walking."

The ex pleaded, and his voice dipped.

"No, please. Please, I'm sorry, please, don't do this!"

Despite his cries it began.
Aaron held the handle tightly, and placed the teeth on his left ankle.
Very slowly, but with a hard push, he began to saw at his ankle.
At the sight of blood, Aaron sped it up.

"Help me, please!"

His cries meant nothing.
Aaron dug the teeth deeper into the ankle, and the blood oozed out with each push.
His eyes were pleased, and his mouth was wide.
He was a maniac.

"How does it feel, motherfucker?!"

Faster, and faster he went.
The teeth dug deeper, and deeper.
The ankle split, and it began to fall to the other side of the floor.
It was almost off, and you could see some of the bone.
The ex stopped his cries, and seemed to pass out.
Breathing slowly, and squinting his eyes ever now and then.
The foot was off.
Aaron stood up, and kicked the dead foot to the side.

"Bleed. I want you to bleed."

His teeth were showing, and his grin grew wider.

"And now for the finale! Dun duna dun! Drum roll, please!"

He waved his arms about, as if he was conducted a ceremony.
He turned around, bent down, and retrieved the sharpened metal.
He crept closer to the ex, and sighed in anger.

"Oh man, I can't wait for you to die."

With that.
That one last sentence...
He shoved the homemade spike deep into the upper chest of the ex.
The blood flew, and hit Aaron in the face.
He laughed maniacally, and his eyes grew brighter at the sight of his ex's pain.
He withdrew the spike, and stabbed in back in different places out of rage.
With each thrust the ex fell closer to death.
The blood was staining the floor, and staining Aaron's clothing.

"Now, I'll put you out of your misery."

Was he dead yet?
Aaron didn't know, and didn't care.
He held the spike in his hands, and poked around the throat of the ex.
He jabbed, and drew a bloody line from side to side.
Pulled the spike back, and quickly pushed it in the center of the ex's throat.
It was all over.

---

"I have to go now."

He held his gun in his hand, bought for protection, and held it to his forehead.

"Goodbye."

He spoke to no one.
A shot was fired, and Aaron collapsed on his bed.
He got what he wanted; he was finally dead.

----

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Aaron shot up from his bed, and he was sweating up a storm.

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

He answered the phone.

"H-..hello?"
"Baby, I'm sorry for not calling you. I love you, really, I do."
"It's okay..I..I love you too."
"Good, I'm so glad to hear that."
"...I just had the worst nightmare ever."

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