Chapter One
Chapter Two
To be honest, I acted like a jerk after that. She’d sent me one brief text. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends. It’s best if you stop calling me now.“
Looking back, I should have heeded her request. But I couldn’t let it go. I was in love with her. I couldn’t get her off my mind. At the very least I wanted an explanation, of why she had become such a callous bitch to a man who only wanted the best for her. At the same time I was obsessed with the idea of her fucking hip-hop guys. It preyed on my mind. In my view she'd been led astray somehow, and needed "rescuing".
I knew where she lived and studied. I knew her routines. To my shame, I stopped her on the street more than once. I’d catch up with her on her way to college, or at Christopher Street by the subway station. I tried to reason with her, apologise for my behaviour, begging her to accept my friendship if nothing else. But Jessica wasn’t interested. She just didn’t want to know me. She resisted my invites to dinner, my promises of impeccable behaviour. “Just leave me alone Donny” she said. “Stop fucking stalking me.”
Jessica cut off all contact. She blocked my number and unfriended me on Facebook. However, my geek skills extended to Facebook manipulation. I created a fake profile and joined some groups, including those related to the East Bay Crew, and a couple of music fashion sites. For my profile pic, I used a hot black guy who was bare to the waist. I befriended some of Jessica’s friends, and when we had five mutual colleagues I sent her a friend request.
Not long afterward, however, I finally accepted my defeat.
I’d waited outside her apartment in the small park opposite, drinking cans of beer and smoking cigarettes. I was hoping to catch her alone, but when she came out of her lobby she jumped in a cab. I heard her say the Kano Lounge, which I knew was a place near Herald Square where she liked to hang out. I dropped down into the Subway and took the PATH, which suddenly made me miss my Jersey home and my life with Mom and ***.
I emerged from the subway via the steps at 33rd St and the bar was right there, on the same block. Immediately I spotted Jessica standing outside smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a tight pink T-shirt, a short tartan skirt, and heels. She was heavily made-up and her hair was in two plaits above her head. She was dressed like a fucking slut, I thought.
She spotted me and immediately rolled her eyes.
“Oh god Donny, no, not again”
” Jessica, please speak to me”
“Donny, this is harassment”
“Please,” I said tearfully” Jessica, I can’t live without you. Just give me a chance”.
To my shame I tried to embrace her, but my advances were halted by a slap to the face.
“Quit your whining” Jessica said. “I’m about to lose patience with you.”
Then I heard her girlfriends approaching us, the clop of their heels. Jessica had arranged to meet them outside the bar. The three girls sauntered up to us and Jessica backed away from me.
“Is this the loser you were telling us about Jess?”
“Hey, leave her alone you asshole”.
“Just fuck off bitch; you’re not wanted here- Incel free zone”
“Just leave me alone Donny you weak incel fuck” Jessica said.
I stared at my ex, unable to move.
“Just fuck off Donny."
"Now” Jessica hissed.
In the end, I just fled. I had no option. It looked like the bitches were on the verge of slapping me. I walked blindly across town. I was in a daze. I couldn’t believe what Jessica had said. The bitch was evil, I thought.
I staggered to Times Square and got blind *****, drunkenly hitting on female tourists, slurring my memorized pickup lines. After about my tenth rejection I hit the bars of Hell’s Kitchen. When my cash ran out I wandered to the edge of the Hudson River. I spent a long time thinking Whether I should throw myself in.
Fuck it, I thought, I need a cigarette. I walked back into the city and spent my last five bucks on a pack of Marlboro and a tin of Coors Light. The subway wasn’t running. I was walking home.
A few minutes into my long walk to Avenue D I suddenly realized that I was only a couple of blocks from Jessica’s apartment. I had no desire to see her now, but I was ***** and exhausted. I staggered to the bench in the small park outside her building where I sat down, lit a cigarette and cracked the beer. Jessica was home. The light was on in her bedroom. Then I saw her curtains twitch.
Seconds later a big black figure came strolling purposefully from her lobby towards me. He walked right up to me and lamped me a huge blow to the head. I saw stars. "Leave my lady be,” he said gruffly. Then he punched me again, hard, in the jaw. “I see you here again, I put a cap in yo ass” the man said. “She don’t want you boy.”
I likely needed a hospital and a dentist but I didn’t care right then. I staggered home in a daze. When I arrived I saw that I saw that my friend request to Jessica had been accepted. I immediately clicked on her profile. Her last post had been made just fifteen minutes ago.
Sometimes, people should just know when to quit. I reckon incel boy will quit now. He stepped over the line one time too many and has paid the price”
She already had 17 likes and an “applause” emoji. As I viewed it, a new comment appeared. “Go girl!”
Then I saw that Jessica was a member of a group called “Black Guys and the Women Who Love Them.”It seemed to be full of photos and videos of black guys in sexy poses and women commenting on their appearance. I saw with dismay that Jessica had made plenty of comments – “hot hot hot” under a picture of a black guy in what can only be described as a leotard, his huge cock bulge for all to see. “Aint no goin back after that” she commented on a second photo in which a black guy in sports gear was displaying a prominent bulge.
Then I looked at her status. It had been changed to “In a relationship”. I clicked on the profile of her partner. His name was Kananga G, his occupation listed as “East Bay Crew Enforcement”. A six foot, stocky black man who looked familiar. He was the reason my jaw was aching and my head was pounding.
I finally accepted that it was time to move on. Early the next morning I went to the emergency room to get fixed up. After that, I went to work. I needed the money.
"Not seeing Jessica anymore huh?" I heard a voice say. I glanced up from my computer, startled. It was Jake. I just grimaced.
"Listen dude, we're having a hard time in life.” Jake said
“There are a few guys who pivoted me to this group, they call it Incel Action. It’s interesting man. I'm thinking about checking out the meeting. Wanna come along?
Chapter Four
Chapter Two
To be honest, I acted like a jerk after that. She’d sent me one brief text. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends. It’s best if you stop calling me now.“
Looking back, I should have heeded her request. But I couldn’t let it go. I was in love with her. I couldn’t get her off my mind. At the very least I wanted an explanation, of why she had become such a callous bitch to a man who only wanted the best for her. At the same time I was obsessed with the idea of her fucking hip-hop guys. It preyed on my mind. In my view she'd been led astray somehow, and needed "rescuing".
I knew where she lived and studied. I knew her routines. To my shame, I stopped her on the street more than once. I’d catch up with her on her way to college, or at Christopher Street by the subway station. I tried to reason with her, apologise for my behaviour, begging her to accept my friendship if nothing else. But Jessica wasn’t interested. She just didn’t want to know me. She resisted my invites to dinner, my promises of impeccable behaviour. “Just leave me alone Donny” she said. “Stop fucking stalking me.”
Jessica cut off all contact. She blocked my number and unfriended me on Facebook. However, my geek skills extended to Facebook manipulation. I created a fake profile and joined some groups, including those related to the East Bay Crew, and a couple of music fashion sites. For my profile pic, I used a hot black guy who was bare to the waist. I befriended some of Jessica’s friends, and when we had five mutual colleagues I sent her a friend request.
Not long afterward, however, I finally accepted my defeat.
I’d waited outside her apartment in the small park opposite, drinking cans of beer and smoking cigarettes. I was hoping to catch her alone, but when she came out of her lobby she jumped in a cab. I heard her say the Kano Lounge, which I knew was a place near Herald Square where she liked to hang out. I dropped down into the Subway and took the PATH, which suddenly made me miss my Jersey home and my life with Mom and ***.
I emerged from the subway via the steps at 33rd St and the bar was right there, on the same block. Immediately I spotted Jessica standing outside smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a tight pink T-shirt, a short tartan skirt, and heels. She was heavily made-up and her hair was in two plaits above her head. She was dressed like a fucking slut, I thought.
She spotted me and immediately rolled her eyes.
“Oh god Donny, no, not again”
” Jessica, please speak to me”
“Donny, this is harassment”
“Please,” I said tearfully” Jessica, I can’t live without you. Just give me a chance”.
To my shame I tried to embrace her, but my advances were halted by a slap to the face.
“Quit your whining” Jessica said. “I’m about to lose patience with you.”
Then I heard her girlfriends approaching us, the clop of their heels. Jessica had arranged to meet them outside the bar. The three girls sauntered up to us and Jessica backed away from me.
“Is this the loser you were telling us about Jess?”
“Hey, leave her alone you asshole”.
“Just fuck off bitch; you’re not wanted here- Incel free zone”
“Just leave me alone Donny you weak incel fuck” Jessica said.
I stared at my ex, unable to move.
“Just fuck off Donny."
"Now” Jessica hissed.
In the end, I just fled. I had no option. It looked like the bitches were on the verge of slapping me. I walked blindly across town. I was in a daze. I couldn’t believe what Jessica had said. The bitch was evil, I thought.
I staggered to Times Square and got blind *****, drunkenly hitting on female tourists, slurring my memorized pickup lines. After about my tenth rejection I hit the bars of Hell’s Kitchen. When my cash ran out I wandered to the edge of the Hudson River. I spent a long time thinking Whether I should throw myself in.
Fuck it, I thought, I need a cigarette. I walked back into the city and spent my last five bucks on a pack of Marlboro and a tin of Coors Light. The subway wasn’t running. I was walking home.
A few minutes into my long walk to Avenue D I suddenly realized that I was only a couple of blocks from Jessica’s apartment. I had no desire to see her now, but I was ***** and exhausted. I staggered to the bench in the small park outside her building where I sat down, lit a cigarette and cracked the beer. Jessica was home. The light was on in her bedroom. Then I saw her curtains twitch.
Seconds later a big black figure came strolling purposefully from her lobby towards me. He walked right up to me and lamped me a huge blow to the head. I saw stars. "Leave my lady be,” he said gruffly. Then he punched me again, hard, in the jaw. “I see you here again, I put a cap in yo ass” the man said. “She don’t want you boy.”
I likely needed a hospital and a dentist but I didn’t care right then. I staggered home in a daze. When I arrived I saw that I saw that my friend request to Jessica had been accepted. I immediately clicked on her profile. Her last post had been made just fifteen minutes ago.
Sometimes, people should just know when to quit. I reckon incel boy will quit now. He stepped over the line one time too many and has paid the price”
She already had 17 likes and an “applause” emoji. As I viewed it, a new comment appeared. “Go girl!”
Then I saw that Jessica was a member of a group called “Black Guys and the Women Who Love Them.”It seemed to be full of photos and videos of black guys in sexy poses and women commenting on their appearance. I saw with dismay that Jessica had made plenty of comments – “hot hot hot” under a picture of a black guy in what can only be described as a leotard, his huge cock bulge for all to see. “Aint no goin back after that” she commented on a second photo in which a black guy in sports gear was displaying a prominent bulge.
Then I looked at her status. It had been changed to “In a relationship”. I clicked on the profile of her partner. His name was Kananga G, his occupation listed as “East Bay Crew Enforcement”. A six foot, stocky black man who looked familiar. He was the reason my jaw was aching and my head was pounding.
I finally accepted that it was time to move on. Early the next morning I went to the emergency room to get fixed up. After that, I went to work. I needed the money.
"Not seeing Jessica anymore huh?" I heard a voice say. I glanced up from my computer, startled. It was Jake. I just grimaced.
"Listen dude, we're having a hard time in life.” Jake said
“There are a few guys who pivoted me to this group, they call it Incel Action. It’s interesting man. I'm thinking about checking out the meeting. Wanna come along?
Chapter Four
