Point of No Return

Mike knew as soon as he rode up on the bar his week was not going to get any better than it had been. He pulled up and parked his bike and looked across the parking lot and cursed under his breath at the Dodge Charger sitting on the lot. Melissa was a thorn in his side. Yea he could go to any bar in town, but he knew almost all the regulars here, and this bar was a major biker hang out. And of course, a hang out for biker mistresses.

Walking in he headed to the darker corner of the bar and ordered his drink praying Melissa had not seen him. But his luck sucked this week.

“What the hell Mike you would think you were avoiding me by coming in and not saying a word to me.” Melissa walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Mike did his best to shrug her off but to no avail. “I was trying to avoid you, Melissa. I wish you would get it through your thick skull I don’t want you or to have anything to do with you. I just want to drink my beer and try and relax from a crappy fucked up week.”

“You know Mike if you would just give me a chance, let’s just hang out or go for a ride. Having someone would make life for you so much better especially when it’s been a rough week.” She gave Mike a long look. Melissa could only guess what Mike was going through. For her though no amount of insult or cussing her was going to phase her. She enjoyed it. She was getting attention hell she thought to herself if he would slap me I would love it. The thought made her giggle and realize how fucked in the head she might be.

Mike shook his head. “I think I know why your last man left. You’re annoying as fuck; you don’t know what no means and you won’t shut your mouth.” Mike took A huge hit off his beer. He hated he was this way to her but too many failed relationships had made him bitter, and he wanted nothing to do with so called love. Yeah ok, some were his fault, but still, they were relationships that had failed. But he knew no other way. He had been brutally honest the first time she started hitting on him so either she was desperate, mentally unstable or enjoyed the verbal abuse to which he didn’t know she was taking his verbal punches like a champ though.

Melissa decided she needed to up the anti. “Mike you being a total asshole to me doesn’t mean squat. I can verbally spar with the best and my last man left because I according to him had gotten boring. So there is nothing you can say that will detour me. Nothing you can do to make me change my mind. I Want to be your woman; I want to take care of you. Just give me a chance please.”


Mike hit the last of his beer and slammed the bottle on the bar and stood up. He leaned over and whispered in Melissa’s ear. “Take a clue bitch I don’t want you, I’m an asshole, and your life would be shit, you would grow to hate me. Now fuck off.” And with that Mike headed out of the bar.

Melissa quickly followed and headed to her car. She wasn’t going to let him to that easy.

As Mike pulled out of the parking lot, she was in her car and following him. One thing Mike loved about where he lived was the seclusion. He lived outside the noisy city and far enough away from people. It was just him and his dogs. He turned into his driveway. As he was turning, he noticed a set of headlights coming down the road. It wasn’t till they turned into his driveway that he got suspicious. Quickly he set the bike on its kickstand and reached for his concealed pistol. Lifting it, he pointed it at the car pulling up.

Melissa jumped out now scared. She had never had a gun pointed at her. “Mike it’s me, please don’t shoot.” She threw her hands in the air.

“You stupid fucking bitch. What the fuck is your malfunction. Get the hell out of here.” Mike started moving toward her but lowered his pistol as he did so. Before Melissa could react, Mike had holstered his gun and grabbed her by the throat slamming her against the car. His face within inches of hers, he glared into her eyes. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t shoot you. You’re about stupid for following me out here. What if I was some psycho. You would be dead right now if not raped as well, and not a single person would know.”

“Because you wouldn’t do that I know. You are only hiding your feelings from me. There is nothing you can do to turn me away.” Melissa struggled to speak as his grip tightened on her throat.

Mike nearly laughed. “You’re either stupid or a freak psychopath. I told you once I’ll repeat it you would grow to hate me. Now get your dumb ass out of here.” Mike pulled her away from the car then ruffly pushed her back letting her go as he did. Turning, he headed for his house.


Melissa caught her balance and stood up and reaching for Mike’s arm. She didn’t care what happened. Next, she knew she couldn’t let him go inside without talking first.

Mike felt the hand grip his arm. Before she could get a grip, he ripped his arm from her grasp and spun around looking her dead in her eyes. “You stupid bitch touch me again, and I will knock your head off your shoulders. Now get the fuck off my property before I change my mind and shoot you.”

“You don’t have the fucking balls, Mike. I told you there…..”

Mike didn’t let her get another word, and open handed slapped her across the face. “I don’t have the what?”

Melissa stepped back surprise on her face. He had slapped her. She touched her cheek. “You think that’s going to run me off? I’ve had worse; you don’t seem to understand Mike I want to be yours.”

“You are the craziest bitch I have ever met. You need to see a damn shrink.” Mike turned and headed for the door. His thoughts were of anger flowing through him. Never in his life had he ever hit a woman but she was bringing the worst out of him. And worst of all he felt better. Mike tried to shake that last thought.

Melissa again grabbed his arm this time she fell to her knees. And holding onto his arm as tight as she could.

Mike whirled around ready to lay another blow, That’s when he noticed she was now on her knees.