Thank you so much to the guest reviewer who said I'm making her like Mac. I mean he is the bad guy but there is something about him that's just yummmmmm. I like him too!

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Jimmy immediately opened his phone and started dialing, and was so deep in conversation soon that he never knew that Mac was behind him. Also to be fair, as a man Jimmy wasn't raised to be wary of strangers the way women were and so he wasn't.

Mac stayed behind him with his earbuds in listening to Incubus sing about love hurting and fuck if that wasn't true. Sometimes it's a good hurt, Mac knew that all too well. All his life love had been pleasure and pain, more pain mostly.

Music was a good thing for him though, it turned off the voices in his head, his father's voice telling him he was no good and would never amount to anything. Walter had done a number on him, and sometimes Mac still couldn't get out from under those voices.

He was Walter's biggest producer, that was the whole thing, yet the old man never was or would be satisfied. Maybe somehow, someway he would get away from all of that. It was something to work towards anyway.

Music was a good thing, he favored bands like Incubus, Sublime, and lately Social Distortion. When "Story Of My Life" came on he reached for his switchblade and followed Jimmy who conveniently decided to cut down an ally in one of the seedier sections of Salt Lake City.

********High school seemed like such a blur,
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections.
And in class, I dreamed all day,
Of a rock 'n' roll weekend

And the girl in the front of the room,
So close yet so far y'know she never seemed to notice
That this silly schoolboy crush
Wasn't just pretend.********

It couldn't be more perfect really, Jimmy continued yammering on his phone as he looked for the person he was supposed to cop some blow from so he could go meet some other party girl at a bar uptown.

Jimmy was a busy boy, wasn't he? Mac was doing her a favor taking her away from all this...noise. Soon they would have their own world together without cell phones and facebook and men that told lies.

Meg had wanted Jimmy to stay, Mac could see the disappointment on her face when he left barely a minute after he had been inside of her. This jerk just took for granted the fact that he had a spot in the most coveted place Mac had ever seen.

He himself wouldn't ever take her pussy for granted like this douche he was about to dispatch with, he would take her gift and savor it. There would be no part of her he wouldn't touch, taste and make his forever, or until he got tired of her because that was a real possibility.

*******Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past;
Story of my life

And I went down to my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven******

There was no way to deny that she was a shallow person, even unlikable, but he wasn't looking for conversation, he was looking to fuck his dream girl plain and simple. He was well aware that this was burning lust and not much more, that made him just as shallow he supposed.

One of his favorite songs was on and the time was right as he snuck up on Jimmy and slammed his head into the brick wall, once, twice, three times. All Jimmy could croak out was a weak "What the fuck, man." and it made Mac laugh.

Then he was on the other man while he was still dazed stabbing him as blood spattered all over the ally, all over the wall and all over Mac. Eventually, they ended up on the ground and Mac could not stop the rage that was inside of him. He rose up, held the knife in both hands and plunged it into Jimmy's chest over and over again.

It felt better than anything to exact revenge for her and to get this clown out of his way for good. Part of him was just pissed that he had to watch Jimmy fuck her when he had been planning to fuck her tonight.

That was out the window now, there was so much blood Mac knew he'd have to get out of there fast and change into his coveralls he always kept in the truck to drive home.

He had not thought he'd need the coveralls tonight, and he had thought he'd need the pocket full of condoms he had brought. The best laid plans and all that…

Jimmy was a minor inconvenience that was all, easily swatted away like an annoying fly.

********I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of.
I looked at the holes in my jeans
And turned and headed back.

Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right.
Close your mind and its past,
Story of my life.********

He kept stabbing long after Jimmy had taken his last breath and the earbuds never fell out of his ears, he had paid extra for ones that would stay in place in high winds. This was just an added bonus that he could move around freely with wireless earphones to drown out any sound but what he wanted to hear.

********Good times come and good times go,
I only wish the good times would last a little longer.
I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end.********

Mac stood up after he slit Jimmy's throat just for good measure and looked down at the other man. He had it coming Mac told himself as he shook the blood off his favorite knife and wiped it on his pants. Then he slowly walked away towards where he had parked his truck, it was late and lucky for him there weren't a lot of people out.

So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song.
Thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now
And when you're comin' back.*********

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Jimmy was found the next day and the police because it was a seedy section of town called it a drug slaying and Meghan was on a rampage. Mac watched her as she paced back and forth in her apartment the next day.

It was daylight and he had to be careful, but he couldn't stay away, she had posted a photo of herself and Jimmy taken at some club on Instagram with the caption RIP friend. Mac got a kick out of that, friend? Since when do people fuck their friends?

He could hear her screaming into the phone at her bestie Jennifer, the girl with the high heels that was with her when Mac followed her for the very first time.

He also noticed she wasn't crying at all at the news that Jimmy had been murdered. She just posted it on social media so the sympathy would pour in and it did. Negative attention was still attention he thought to himself and leave it to Meg to parlay a man's death into attention for her.

Mac couldn't wait to get into her head and find out why she did the things she did.