[Violent Messiah]

Heh...All the talk about how some women are attracted to the 'bad boy' reminds me of my ex girlfriend. Found out that she had been cheating on me...A friend saw her and the dude kissing and groping each other at this restruant and called me. So I popped over and slid into the booth with them, and calmly and politely told her she was a deciteful bitch, I was done with her skank ass and that her stuff was in boxes in front of her EX place of residence so she better hurry to get them before the rain completely destroys them. Hell, I even shook the dude's hand and told him good luck with the cheating fuck and oh yeah, the cheesecake there was awesome and I left them sitting there stunned.

The next day she's banging on my door like a lunatic, so I go to one of the upstairs windows and ask her how I could help her. She goes into this tirade about how I've got to be bi-polar or something because she started cheating on me because I was 'too nice' and now I was acting like a souless bastard. So she screams at me for like ten minutes while I'm sitting there looking down on her while eating Doritos, nodding and looking like I actually gave a shit what she was saying, I guess for the benefit of my neighbors that were looking at the spectacle.

Then she flipped the script and went from screaming to crying, something I can't stand. Like a idiot I felt sorry for her and let her in. She's crying, like a sucker I'm consoling her, then hugging her, and then the kissing starts and well...You can guess what happens from there, right? So afterwards, she tells me that she'll be a better girlfriend, she'll be faithful and stuff, and she tells me that now we're back together, she's gonna go get her stuff from her mom's and move it back in, and I say OK, right? Then something nags me and I call her mom and ask her if her daughter's been by to pick up her stuff. She tells me my ex never brought her stuff over, she spent the night with her friend Eric.

Well after that, I calmly call my ex and sweetly ask was she at where she was going yet, and she says not yet, she was almost there. I tell her that when she gets there, get comfortable, because like she fucked me over by cheating, she just got fucked over because we were still over and she's Eric's trouble now. So she starts telling me she never loved me, she needed someone that wasn't so nice, that could be a real man, blah blah blah. Eventually I told her, in a kind way mind you, to go fuck herself, have a nice life, drive safely and hung up.

Skip forward two months later...I get a call from the hospital that she's was in the ER and I was listed as her emergency contact. They won't tell me what's wrong over the phone and I'm curious so I go to see her. Turns out she and her bad boy got into an arguement that escalated into a fist fight and he worked her over pretty hard, blacking her eye, bruising her ribs, and dislocating her shoulder. She tells me her story, then we have a deep, meaningful moment of silence. I look at her, she looks at me, and then I say that its a pretty shitty thing to cheat on me and tell me she never loved me, but then calling me when the guy she cheated on me with decides to slap her around like a cheap fuck on a bad saturday night is just nuts. She starts crying again and ask what she was supposed to do, so I tell her I don't know, but next time she better learn to duck and weave, good luck with her 'real man', and peace out.

I'm a nice guy, but once you screw me over, I'm a vindictive, vengeful nice guy. :D