I ask Lola to tend the bar while I go out for a smoke. Go out for a smoke, hah. More like tell that asshole to stop touching Monica's ass like that. She's laughing, letting him manhandle her and with each step I begin to feel a subtle fire start to burn inside me. Yeah, it's not so fucking subtle anymore as he plants a kiss on her voluptuous red lips. 

Get your fucking grimy mouth off of her, you fucking prick.

I'm going to fucking end you, bro. Because you know that's what this Jersey Shore reject calls his friends, bro. I do a mental eye roll as I look him over. From his fuckboy coif, to his fake overly blown-up muscles, this guy reeks of overcompensation due to the size of his small dick.

Get ready, bro. I'm about to show you what a real fucking man looks like. Because surprise, surprise it's not your fucking pathetic, fake, overly-tanned ass. Fucking shockerrrr.

I tap on his shoulder, standing a good three inches or so taller than him. My ego is stroking the fuck out of itself because this asshole has to look up. That's right you pigheaded piece of shit, look up to your superior. I'm about to have you bowing down like a little bitch.

"Can I help you, bro?" The blonde idiot asks and I want to punch him in his dumb brown-eyed face. 

"Sean?" Monica looks up at me with shocked eyes.

"You know this guy, babe?" Dumb-blonde-fuck says. Babe. Gag me with a fucking spoon. 

"Uh yeah, this is my neighbor. Sean is, uh... he's..."

And I don't let her finish that statement because I'm an asshole and I'm going to finish that one for her. "I'm her neighbor, Sean. The neighbor that fucks her, regularly. Sean, the man who made her squirt for the very first time, which is a capability of which I'm one-hundred percent sure you don't possess.  Also, I'm the guy that made her come," I bring my hand up to count and realize I need both. "Let's see, there was that one night... I believe it was twice that night and then when I had my mouth on her and she orgasmed so hard she soaked my entire kitchen floor. And then..."

"Jesus, Sean! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I ignore the angry looking juice-head and direct my words to Monica. "A lot of things, actually. Right now though, I'm just wondering what you're doing with this prick, who most definitely has a needle dick, Monica. I mean, look at him, he's a fucking joke." I gesture to him like he's an inanimate object. That's essentially what this useless mass of muscle is anyway.

Dumb-blonde-fuck doesn't seem to like what I just said and I know this because he just shoved me backwards. Also, he threw a punch at me, that I just barely dodged, while telling me to go fuck myself in the process. He's an angry wall of muscles but it doesn't mater because he's too slow.

Game on, asshole.  

I smirk at him because if there was ever a man to know how to thoroughly beat down another person, it was me. You should never fuck with someone who has grown up in a household of physical abuse. There's a strong likelihood that that person knows the art of pain and has learned how to master it to perfection.

I let my inner demons out. All of them. Each and every horrid memory, every trauma, every demon inside of me. These are the only times when I can stare them dead in the face, let them writhe and burn harmoniously inside of me. The only time I can welcome them. Not only that, but beckon them with a sinister smile as I do so. 

I close my eyes and visualize all of the terrible shit that has been my life up until this point. I roll my head and shoulders at the same time, probably looking like someone who has just been possessed. Possession. It's exactly what just fucking happened. I let all the demons in and now it's time to burn like a raging fire right alongside them. 

Oh buddy, you have just awoken Lucifer himself. 

I take two steps towards him, cocking my fist back and punch him right in that meathead dome. He stumbles backwards but doesn't hit the ground, which I would've preferred, but hey, let's give it another go. I launch forward before he can even regain his mentality and land another solid hit. This time he takes a couple of steps backwards before he crashes to the floor.

Monica is screaming at me and I don't give a fuck at all. I won't be happy until I show this guy that you don't put your fucking hands on me. Don't throw a fucking punch at my face if you are not one-hundred percent sure that shit is going to land. Here's the thing, even if you manage to hit me, you better make sure you knock me out stone-cold because if you don't I will make you regret the absolute fuck out of it. No one knows physical pain like I do, but he's about to learn.

Shouldn't have tried to lay your grimy fucking hands on me, douchebag.

I stalk forward, noticing that everyone has made space for me to properly fuck this guy up.
Thank you, everyone. Because that is exactly what I'm going do to him. I get on top of him and begin pounding my fists into his face, most likely looking like a maniac but guess who doesn't fucking care? Me.

His face is bleeding more and more with every hit. That nose of his is going to need to be surgically put back together after I'm done with him. Fuck, his whole goddamn face will probably need reconstructive surgery. Did I mention my anger issues yet? 

"Sean? Oh fuck, Sean! Stop!" Trevor's voice screams over the loud music. "Shit! Sean, fucking stop, man! Jesus fucking Christ, Sean."

Yes, Sean is my name and it will be the last thing this douchebag ever hears. "My name, does it sound good asshole? Well, fucking walk towards the light buddy because I am no where near done." I seethe, feeling more and more like Frank Castle by the minute as I land punch after punch.

It's not long before I feel two sets of hands pulling me off. Now it's three because I am fighting with everything I have because I hate it when people fucking touch me. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!" I scream at Jake, Xavier and I don't fucking know the last guy's name. 

They immediately back off, throwing their hands in the air. Jake and Xavier have seen this before. The two of them know not to get anywhere near me right now, lest they end up looking like the dumb-fuck-blonde who is no longer blonde. No, his hair is a brilliant shade of blood-red and for some reason I find myself smiling sadistically at him, not caring that a group of people are watching me in horror.

Yes everyone, I'm aware I have serious fucking problems.

"You ever fucking touch her again, buddy and you will have to be praying to every fucking god you've ever heard of underneath the motherfucking sun that I don't find out about it." I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and it takes everything in my power not to rip whoever's limb it is out of its socket.

"Go home, Sean." Trevor's voice says calmly.  "Come back when you have your head on straight." My eyes are blazing green orbs at the moment and I can tell even Trevor is nervous because he quickly pulls his hand off of me. "Don't get caught up in some stupid chick's pussy, man. I don't care how good it is, she's not worth it. I mean, she was with this guy, I'm sure she's riddled with STD's anyway."

I want to throttle him right now but I don't and I won't. He's so lucky he's been my best friend since we were kids. I just stare at him like I want to fucking end his life and he gets the message loud and clear. He throws both hands up in submission. That's right, Trevor. Do not fuck with me right now.

I turn abruptly on my heel, grabbing Monica's hand and drag her towards the doors. She's protesting the entire time but I don't care because I'm not leaving her here so she can find another piece of shit like that guy. She already has one piece of shit, me. She doesn't need to go find another.

"Let me go, Sean!" I allow her to break free of my grasp once we're outside. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" She screams.

"All sorts of shit." I shove my bloodied hands into my pockets. "Actually, a fuck-ton of shit, Monica." Which is why I continuously try to push you away... "I'm a fucking wreck if you hadn't noticed." 

"I mean, Christ! For fuck's sake, Sean!" She's got both of her hands pressed against the sides of her face like she's thinking really hard about something. "Jesus fucking Christ, Sean! I don't even know what to say right now my head is fucking spinning!" She actually does kind of look like she could fall over right about now. 

"You don't look so good, Mon. Let's go, I'll take you home." I don't want her to fucking blackout and end up somewhere random like yours truly has, oh, and on multiple occasions.

"Are you mental? Do you really think I'd go anywhere with you after what you just did to Joey?"

I'm laughing, hysterically, because of course his name was Joey. I bet he was from Jersey or Long Island too. Now I'm laughing even harder. I just can't help myself.

"You're fucking crazy! Do you know that? Absolutely fucking insane, Sean." She wobbles a bit more.

"I know." I say with the last bit of chuckles still coming out of my mouth. "Oh boy, do I fucking know it."

"I can't believe I actually slept with you." She grimaces as she looks over me.

"Oh, is that so?" I quirk an eyebrow at her. If there was ever a giant lie for any woman to tell that would be it, especially this woman.

She looks up at me with those large honey-brown eyes and I realize just how badly I have missed those eyes. She gives me a hard look and a nod, answering my previous question. She doesn't say it out loud though, it's just her gaze holding mine in a defiant manner.

I stare back at her, darkening my gaze with a playful smirk on my lips. Taking a step towards her, I reach out but she immediately backs away from me. Before she gets too far I manage to grab ahold of her and pull her into me. Monica begins fighting me, thrashing against my chest and I would usually hate this, hate having my chest smacked and hit but right now I am getting so fucking turned on.

"Stop it, Monica." She doesn't, if anything she becomes more persistent in trying to push me away. "Monica, come on." I try grabbing her hands as she mutters what an asshole I am and how she can't stand me "Monica, I'm sorry, alright?"

She stops. She's breathing heavily, looking at me like I'm the devil himself. There's this rage in her eyes but there's also a fiery passion and I can see it burning, see it consuming her. I want it. I want all of it. All of her.

I grab the back of her neck almost viciously before crashing my lips onto hers. She latches onto me, melting into my touch. I fist my hands through her brown locks as her hands begin clutching the front of my shirt. I want to fucking devour her. I want to show her that there are no other lips like my lips. There is no other man like me. No one will make her feel what I can make her feel. No one. Monica moans my name into my lips and my ego is sitting on his thrown like the fucking king of the world.

That's right, sweetheart, there will never be anyone quite like me.

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A/N:

Violence is never the answer, folks.