Boredom has got the best of me. It seems rather strange that the night before the Billboards I’m walking around Wal-Mart with JC and Justin. I’m still trying to figure out whose idea this was, but as long as people don’t recognize me, I don’t care. Justin’s planning on buying underwear and JC is ripping off the security tags causing blue ink to leak all over the clothing. Me... like I said, boredom has got the best of me.nextHeading over to the toys, I wonder if they have any Barbie’s lying around. I feel like ripping a girl’s legs apart. This place is so fucking crowded... so many people and way too many old women smelling of death. Dolls... dolls... I see the Britney dolls. I walk down the aisle and... what the fuck? I see something I wish I would never see again.
Nsync Marionettes.
I pick up Lance and head where the others were. I find JC wiping his hands across a white button down making sure to get the blue ink down the front. I can’t help it... “JC, Lance wants to fuck you.” I threw the doll his way just as he dodged it and watched it slam onto the floor.
He walked over to it sucking on this thumb and with one quick motion, he smashed his foot threw the plastic. A Wal-Mart employee walked past just as this happened and stared at JC with disbelief. I wanted to laugh at his response but I just walked towards electronics. I still heard him.
“He winked at me.”
CDs. DVDs. Videos. Playstations. Gameboys. Radios. I turn the radio stations on the same station, turn them off and jack the volume up. I really do need something to do. Something...
An employee keeps looking my way and smiling. Either she likes me or she knows who I am, whatever it is, I don’t like it. I walk towards her and with the best smile I can possibly pull off, “I couldn’t help noticing you noticing me noticing you. What’s your name?”
She quickly replies. “Jackie.”
Behind Wal-Mart. Jackie has her skirt hiked up around her waist, her mouth is stuffed with a sock and duck tape is wrapped around her mouth and eyes. I fuck her. Tears are seeping through the plastic of the tape and rolling down her cheeks. Blood has already started to drizzle down her inner thighs as I keep pumping and pumping. I need to cum and quick.
A hand touches me on my left shoulder. I don’t stop fucking but only glance over my shoulder. It’s JC. He’s smoking a cigarette heavily, “Justin.”
“Fuck him.”
“Already did.”
“No shit.”
“Almost done?”
“Shit.” I can’t concentrate. I cannot cum. I pull out and throw the girl on the ground. JC starts walking away. Guess I have to finish her off myself. I walk over to the girl, lift my foot up... I drop it smashing it into the girl’s face. I repeat it a few more times before taking off to catch up with JC.
I find the car we came in and jump into the backseat. Justin is sitting beside me staring out the window clutching his blue Wal-Mart bag. JC is sitting shotgun.
Wal-Mart. Only at Wal-Mart. My ass... I didn’t get to cum.