Fly On The Wall

 

Pussy was his game, Easton Adams was his name. His weapon of choice? Social media and dating apps. Every night he would lurk in the dark corners of the internet, looking for his next victim. With the mindset of a predator, he knew exactly who to target. Emotionally unstable, low self-esteem, and a social life even more depleted than his, these were the girls that he called “prey.” It’s a match!

His routine of grooming hardly ever failed him. Compliments followed by even more compliments, every sentence started the same way. He shared similar interests with every single girl he came in virtual contact with, though he never had to type more than “me too!” When everything is done over text, it is easy to show her that she is the number one priority, giving her a false sense of entitlement. Hook, line, and sinker.
He seeks happiness through the third eye that a manipulated girl is more than happy to give to him. He uses social media like a fat guy uses a vending machine, though pussy has always been free for him. He has the ability to change, but chooses not to. If something’s been working for you, why fix it?

Missy, age 19, biography; “Looking for new friends, not down to fuck. Just looking for someone to treat me like a princess and buy me food.” Easton found his girl.

His routine of grooming hardly ever failed him, and he would prove that tonight. He compliments her, takes her to dinner, and buys her flowers. Everything prince charming would have done couldn’t compete with the strategy of Easton. As Easton got back in the car with Missy after their dinner date, he started running his fingers through her hair. He cupped her face and started passionately kissing, later suggesting that they take things to the back seat. More kissing ensues, but before Easton could reach down her pants, he felt tears running down his knuckles. She began to cry and yell.

“I’m such a fucking mess! Look at me! I’m in the backseat of some fucking stranger’s car when I should be at home trying to get my life together!”

That’s when he stopped and took a seat right next to her. He’s never been in a situation like this. He’s witnessed the emotional break downs of girls he’s slept with in the past, only through text though. Witnessing first hand the distress of his prey made him sympathetic to her. He cuddled her in his arms like a mother would, and told her that everything would be okay. The rest of the night was spent watching movies on her little phone screen and cracking jokes the absurdity of life. Easton had way more fun than he ever would have, had he just slept with her and moved on.

His new routine of watching movies in the back seat of his car with Missy never failed to put a smile on his face, and keep his knuckles nice and dry. Easton took her not only to dinner, but to movies, malls, and hikes as well. He crawled from the darkness to show the world that he’s found a girl worth bringing out from under the covers.

“I’m king of the world!” He yells at the top of his lungs as he brings Missy to the top of the highest hill they’ve ever climbed. A kiss on the lips and a selfie to commemorate the moment seals their fate as a couple. You would think it was a match made in heaven, but it was made on social media. As the days flew by, they felt much shorter because of Missy’s inability to keep a consistent schedule. Easton took note of this, but thought nothing of it.

Then one night, Missy called Easton in a moment of panic.

“Easton, I’m sorry, I love you!”

“What are you talking about babe? Are you okay?”

She hung up the phone before he could get a response. He could hear the pain in her voice, but decided that it was nothing and he would check on her in the morning.

Easton wakes up bright and early to see how Missy was doing. He turns on his phone to stare at the picture of of them on the highest peak of the mountain before he calls Missy. No answer, it goes straight to voicemail. So he calls again, and again. Still no answer. His heart starts to race as he gets in his car to race to her house. He passes by an ambulance on the way to her house and starts to think the worst has happened. Once he makes it to the house, Missy is gone.

She overdosed on sleeping pills the night before, Easton knew it was a suicide. He couldn’t help but to blame himself for this. Then he remembers her last words, “I love you.” Though he had no idea of the extent to which her emotional struggles had reached, he knew that if anything, her life was made better by him. Though this experience would go on to scar Easton for life. He started to think of all the other girls he’s done dirty in the past, and whether they were even still alive. Thoughts of Missy started driving Easton to depression, so he turned to the only thing that has secured him happiness, time and time again.

His routine of grooming hardly ever failed him, and he would prove that tonight, with a new girl, Sandra. He compliments her, takes her to dinner, and buys her flowers. Everything prince charming would have done couldn’t compete with the strategy of Easton. As Easton got back in the car with Sandra after their dinner date, he started running his fingers through her hair, then took her to the backseat. More kissing ensues, but before Easton could reach down her pants, she began to cry and yell.

“I’m such a fucking mess! Look at me! I’m in the backseat of some fucking stranger’s car when I should be at home trying to get my life together!”

“Don’t worry” Easton says, “Tonight is supposed to be your time away from all of your troubles.”

They have sex. Easton drops Sandra back off at her house. Visibly upset, she waves him goodbye. He never talks to her again, and moves on to the next girl.
Sometimes that fly on the wall can be comforting, but most of the time, it needs to be squished like the bug that it is.

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