Later Joe and Melody were hanging out in their living room. Joe had just gotten home from the party. He had a cut lip because of the fight he had with Steven. Melody was gently nursing his cut with her lips. She pulled away and smiled up at him.
"So what do you want to do tonight Joe?" Melody asked brushing his hair back from his eyes. She thought he had wonderfully beautiful brown eyes.
"I want to go to bed. The boys and I celebrated our single going to number one today" Joe said yawning. She looked hurt, Joe smiled.
"Now, Now don't look like that. Tomorrow I will give you all the love you want." Joe said tracing his finger across her face.
"Alright lover, I'll be in bed soon, I want to watch the news" Melody said.
"How boring!" Joe remarked. Melody laughed and playfully pushed him off the couch. Joe then bent down and gave her a small kiss on the lips then went up stairs. Getting ready for bed his thoughts drifted to Melody downstairs, he wanted one more kiss but she would back up soon so he could wait. He laid down and faced the door so he would see the light when she tip toed in. As soon as his head hit the pillow, though, he was asleep longing what his dreams would bring him.
Melody was just about to turn off the TV and head upstairs when a man in all black including a mask had smashed through the living room window showering her with glass. Even though he had on a mask she could see that he had some thinning blond hair and blue eyes, eyes that had a sinister look in them. She realized she was in danger so, cut and bleeding, she fanatically dashed across the room but the man went after her and grabbed her. He quietly started to talk to her, he was just barely audible.
"Still very beautiful even when you're terrified out of your mind" he whispered bending down to give her a kiss.
"Get away from me, you perv!" she shouted fearfully She bit his lip when he had gotten close enough; it didn't seem to phase him.
"Not even going to give me a little peck on the lips like you just did your husband?" the man whispered playfully as she struggled to get free from his grip.
It sicken her to know that someone had been watching her and Joe on the couch, but it sickened her even more to think that she been watched at all. How many times before now had this guy decided to watch her from the sanctuary of darkness in her back yard? She had to get away from this guy some how and get Joe. She noticed the slight pain of a cut on her face, it was bleeding with enough force she was able to get some blood in her mouth and spit it in the face of the man.
He staggered back, letting her go, wiping the warm sticky liquid from his face. He looked up in time to see her scrambling up the stairs.
"Oh no you don't you little bitch" The man said angrily. He grabbed the end table lamp and hurled it at her. It hit her with such a force that she couldn't even scream in pain, it knocked the wind out of her. She fell flat against the stairs, she could move only a few inches her shoulder was in searing pain. She had to get away, yell, scream something that would alert Joe to her situation, but no sound would come, fear had taken its grip. She turned around to find the man within arms length glaring at her.
"Nice try little one, but no cigar" He said menacingly. He picked her up by the throat and held on tight. She began to claw at his hand with no avail, the man grip was solid and she was fast losing air. He dragged her across the room back to the couch area in front of the TV.
"Joe please wake up, Joe please!" she tried to yell but it came out as a whisper.
"Oh my little one, he can't hear you. He will never hear your sweet voice again, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees you. The horror, the terror, all of it, it will be so delightful." the man said smiling at her through his mask.
"Damn it put me down!" She said hoarsely. She dug her finger nails into his arm, right below his elbow, and hard enough to make him bleed. He growled in pain.
"Son of bitch!" The man said and threw her down on the ground, right into the glass. She finally issued the scream of pain that had been held up inside her, it was so loud and surprising it made the man jump. He wiped out his gun to silence her. She saw the gun and became very frighten.
"Please don't do this to me" she pleaded painfully clutching her side.
"Will you love me like you love your precious Joe Perry?" the man asked waving the gun in the air. She immediately shook her head.
"No" she said as she started to cry, "I could never love someone as much as I love Joe" she cried.
She started to sob and was trying to get up but she was so weak that she just fell back down with every attempt pushing the glass farther into her skin. She had given up and turned to face the man with a blank face. He looked down at her and she looked back at him. Something strange came over him and he offered her his hand. She stared, not daring to believe that the man was willing to help her. She wanted so bad to get off the floor that she reluctantly grabbed his offered hand and he yanked her up.
The man was tall; she only came up to his shoulders, which she used for support. The man threw his free hand over her shoulders and the hand with the gun hung loosely at his side. He could feel that her breathing was deep and her heart was losing its fast pace. She winced in pain; he imagined he had broken a few of her ribs. He looked into her eyes and that feeling came back. The first time he felt this way was the first time he had seen her, all those years ago. Her beauty he had told him self was like nothing on earth and that he had to have her. That feeling was one of longing, he longed to hold her during cold nights, he longed to kiss her passionately, but most of all he longed for her to love him as deeply as he had seen her love Joe.
She looked up at him and he saw that she still had some lingering tears. Before he knew it the gun was tucked in his pocket again and his free fingers were reaching up to her face. To his surprise she leaned in to his touch seemingly wanting more. He thought, for a split second, of taking her away, far away to where he could nurse her back to health and be with her forever. But he knew that she would want her husband, precious Joe Perry, once she was healthy again. His fingers were now combing her hair and he gently grabbed the side of her neck. He could no longer hold control over the feeling and bent down to kiss her.
To him the kiss was wonderfully passionate. It felt like just like he had always imagined it would, her lips were soft and warm. He wished Joe would come downstairs to see them like this, so he would get angry with her. Joe had a terrible temper sometimes maybe he would even beat her and he would have to come and rescue her. He would have her then, and it would not come to where he knew he was going to take it. The kiss had been going on for a few seconds when he knew it was time to end it, he could feel her start to struggle to get free from his grip. He held on to the kiss until he knew her terror had built to a paralyzing level. He pulled away and saw her face was streaming in tears again. He went to wipe them away, but she twisted her head to avoid his touch. This made him really angry. Moments ago, he though, she longed for him to touch her. He found the gun in his pocket and pulled it out. It was now pressing hard against her stomach, barrel forward. She gasped and looked up at the man; he just smiled at her and cocked it.
"Don't worry," he said leaning down to whisper in her ear "this will hurt Joe a lot more than it will hurt you" He said smiling and pulled the trigger. The soft skin of her stomach muffled the loud report. She staggered backwards, with wide eyes, staring at the man. She placed her hand on the wound and lifted it up to her face to see the blood.
"No" she whispered in disbelief. The man just nodded and pointed the gun back at her. She fell to her knees looking up at the man.
"How does it feel to be dying my dear, is it painful for you? You made the wrong choice choosing Joe" He said. She was surprisingly calm.
"It's only painful…knowing my last kiss was planted on a shit like you" She struggled to say. She started to tremble. He grew angry but let it fade, horrified at what he had done.
He just smiled again but this time he let a tear roll down his face, then he fired again and she fell to the ground. Looking down on her, he decided that he couldn't just leave her on the ground like that. He picked her up gently and set her on the couch. He placed a blanket over her legs and looked at her with sadness and delight. He had done what he came here to do and that was that, no taking it back. He said a prayer for her and started one for himself but stopped mid way. What God would listen to him now? He ran out leaving behind the only thing he had ever loved alone in the mess he had created.