[ WP ] Write a story with a man losing his mind over breaking up with his girlfriend making a scene like a child for so long that even the readers are uncomfortable by the end .

*You wanted to be uncomfortable, so... Hopefully I did n't go too far, as I think I made myself a bit uncomfortable with this one. * 
 
 “ What? ” he blubbered. “ What are you talking about? You ’ re joking right? Right? Come on, tell me you ’ re joking? ” 
 
 “ No, I ’ m not, ” Melissa said. “ We ’ re through George. I can ’ t stand the way you behave. It ’ s best if we just break up now. ” 
 
 He stared in disbelief at his beautiful girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, as she sat there in her elegant red dress sipping on some wine. How could she want to break up? He was going to propose this very night. 
 
 “ Nope, ” he replied. “ We ’ re not breaking up. End of story. So, how do you like the chicken? ” 
 
 “ Yes we are breaking up, ” she said. “ Don ’ t try to act like this isn ’ t happening. I ’ m sorry George, but that ’ s the way it is. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry George, but that ’ s the way it is, ” he mimicked. 
 
 “ See, this is exactly what I was talking about, ” Melissa stated. 
 
 “ See, this is exactly what I was talking about, ” George imitated yet again. 
 
 “ I ’ m leaving, ” Melissa said, preparing to stand up and go. 
 
 “ No you ’ re not! ” George yelled, slamming down the salt shaker on the table. “ You ’ re not going anywhere. We ’ re having a date, remember? And you don ’ t just leave in the middle of a date. ” 
 
 Melissa stayed seated and quiet, observing the now deranged looking George. He had a crazy look in his eyes. 
 
 “ Melissa, ” George said in a suddenly sweet and soft voice as if he hadn ’ t just been angry a moment ago. “ I love you. I have for a long time. And I brought you out tonight because there ’ s something I wanted to ask you. ” 
 
 George got down on one knee and pulled out the ring. The rest of the restaurant was watching at this point, and Melissa was frozen in horror. George was clearly losing his mind. 
 
 “ Will you marry me? ” 
 
 “ No, ” Melissa ’ s reply came curtly. “ I told you, we ’ re through. ” 
 
 Melissa stood up and prepared to leave, the restaurant watching the chaos unfolding. But before she could move, George ’ s arms were around her heels, trying to keep her locked in place. 
 
 “ No, please don ’ t go, ” George sobbed. “ Please don ’ t go. I can ’ t live without you. I can ’ t. Please. Pleaseee. Pleaseeeeeeee! ” 
 
 Melissa looked over all the stunned faces, horrified by what they were all seeing. 
 
 “ Seriously George, you ’ re a grown man, ” she said. “ Stop acting like a child. ” 
 
 George stopped crying and went back to the table. Melissa was about to leave when she heard everyone start gasping. When she turned around, George was holding the steak knife to his throat. 
 
 “ I can ’ t live without you, ” he yelled out to the whole restaurant. “ I can ’ t. ” 
 
 “ George, put the knife down, ” Melissa pleaded. “ You ’ re clearly drunk. Just put the knife down and go home. ” 
 
 George started to laugh. Some of the waiters tried to approach, but when they did he aimed the knife at them and they backed off. Melissa watched the manager get on the phone and call the police. 
 
 George started to beat his fists on the table. “ It ’ s not fair, ” he whined. “ It ’ s not fair, it ’ s not fair, it ’ s not fair. We ’ re supposed to be together. Forever. And you want to leave me? Why? I love you. Isn ’ t that enough? ” 
 
 “ You ’ re just, you ’ re just… ” he stammered. “ You ’ re so mean. And pretty. But you ’ re a doody head. ” 
 
 George took another sip of wine, then got an odd look on his face. The scene had escalated pretty quickly. And then Melissa noticed a strange look on his face, followed by the darkening of his trousers as he sighed. She couldn ’ t believe that he was so drunk and crazy that he had literally just wet himself in front of the entire restaurant. 
 
 And then, in one of the craziest scenes Melissa had ever seen, George pulled out a partially wet picture from his pocket. It looked like something a three year old may have drawn, with two stick figure people, one labeled George and the other Melissa. 
 
 “ See, ” George said as he pointed to the picture. “ This is what we ’ re supposed to be. I drew this for you as an engagement present. Yet you still want to break up with me? Who ’ s childish now, huh? ” 
 
 Melissa could hear the cop cars pulling up. And she couldn ’ t be more thankful. This whole situation had gotten a lot creepier than she had ever expected. 
 
 “ You ’ re my mamma, right? ” George asked in a high pitch voice, slowly moving towards Melissa. 
 
 “ What? ” she said, flabbergasted, slowly backing away from George. 
 
 “ You sure wanted to know that you were the other night, ” George said. “ You remember, don ’ t you? ” 
 
 “ I ’ m not sure what you ’ re talking about, ” she stuttered. She couldn ’ t believe he was stooping this low. 
 
 “ You don ’ t remember? ” George said, twisting the knife in his hand. “ I had made a mess in my diaper and had to be punished, right? At least that ’ s what you said. Mama ’ s going to punish you. And then you kept asking who was my mama? And I kept telling you it was you. ” 
 
 Melissa ’ s face went a deeper red than she imagined could ever be possible. A few people in the restaurant looked sick. But more disturbingly, there were a couple of people who had seemed to get really interested now that the stuff she had done with George in the bedroom had been brought up. 
 
 All of a sudden George made a run for Melissa, moving so quick that she didn ’ t even know how to react when he had pulled part of her dress down, revealing her chest. She fought him off as he struggled with her bra, trying to get it off. 
 
 “ Feed me mama, ” he said, a very hungry look in his eyes. 
 
 Melissa stared in horror at the cell phones that were currently recording all of this. The police came in and pulled him off of her, right as he had managed to unhook her bra. Fortunately, though, she managed to catch it and rehook it, then pull her dress back up. 
 
 She watched as they handcuffed George and escorted him out. 
 
 “ Mama, ” he cried. “ Mama! Mama… ” his voice died out as they turned a corner and took him out to the cop car. 
 
 Melissa stood around, paralyzed by horror, for a minute before collecting herself and leaving. She thought it was all over. But when she got home she found a horrible surprise. A large picture had been drawn, looking like that of a 3 year old, with her and George holding hands, and a macaroni necklace was laid out on the counter with a note saying From: George To: Melissa. 
 
 Melissa poured herself a large glass of wine, gulped it down, poured another, and eventually fell asleep.
