A.N.: This is something that I wrote a while back and then forgot about. I've decided to polish it a bit and upload it here. Thanks for reading.
My name is Edward
Sotterley, I’m fifty-two years old and I have absolutely no one left. Not a friend in the world; no acquaintances, no
brothers, no sisters and I can’t even afford a song to drown out the sad, angry
thoughts that scream through my head. They’re the only thing that fill my head,
they’re the thoughts that have ringed through my head for years and years. My
ex-wife Marissa screwed me and tonight, I’m going to destroy her.
She took everything
from me. Paid a man to rough her up and blame it on me. She took me to court,
and I lost everything. My own family
hates me and my old friends want nothing to do with the sorry excuse of a man
who supposedly beat on his wife of ten years! She got me fired, and even if I
manage to ever find another job, whatever money I make is going to her. My life
was amazing and she ruined it. Now it’s time to ruin her. Now it’s time to end her.
“Don’t you think this
is kind of ridiculous?” Bobby asks, not knowing just how ridiculous he sounds.
“Of course not,” I
assure my last friend in the whole entire world. “Why would you say something
that stupid?”
Bobby shrugs. “I don’t
know. I just think you’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting? Let me
tell you something. There are three people who I really, truly care about
walking this world. One of them hates my guts. That leaves
you and me. Now, are you going to help me, or what?”
“You know what, this is
insane,” Bobby remarked, shaking his head. “I’m done, I’m done. I’m out of
here.”
“Bobby!” I yell,
beginning to walk over as I cursed under my breath. “Bobby!”
It’s no good. I can’t
do anything but helplessly watch as he got in his SUV and drives off into the unforeseeable
distance. I’m on my own for this. I pop two quarters into the nearby payphone
and dial Marissa’s number.
“Hello? …W-who…who is
this?”
“It’s me, Eddie.
Marissa, I need to talk with you.”
“No! No, Eddie. I’m not talking
to you. Not tonight. Goodbye.”
She hung up on me. I
swore to God, tonight her blood would soak my hands and I’d be able to
watch as they buried her six feet under the dirt; that no good, rotten piece of-I digress. I pull
out two more quarters from my trench coat and put them in the machine. She didn’t answer. I have to
be more direct in my approach.
Ever the genius, I walk into a nearby
sandwich shop and head up to the counter. “I need to use your phone,” I tell
the cashier.
“Oh…but there’s a
payphone right out there,” she informs me.
I shake my head. “Ate
my quarters. Come on, it’s important. I need to speak with my wife.”
The woman sighs and motions
over. I step behind the counter and pick up the phone receiver, dialing Marissa
once again.
“Hello? Who is this?”
she asks.
“Someone has put a hit
on Melissa,” I tell her. “I need to come into your house and speak with you.”
“W-what? How…how would
you know that?”
“Let’s just say that
I’ve gotten myself involved in a line of work that I’m not all too proud of.
I’ll need to come to your home, right now.”
“…Right away. …But you
have to promise, you won’t hurt me. Not again.”
I’m such a genius. I
know that the only thing she cares about more than making me miserable is
Melissa! "Line of work I'm not all too proud of?" How stupid can this woman be to fall for that?
“I promise,” I say. I promise, alright! I promise that tonight, you’re going to die!
***
I drove so fast to my
own home, that I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t arrested for speeding. I swiftly
pull up into the driveway, grip my palm around my favorite knife and head to
the door, knocking three times. “It’s Eddie! Come on, hurry up!” I yell.
Please, answer. God, please answer me – I swear I can wait no longer!
Finally, thankfully,
the door is opening! Me and her, all alone. I’m almost salivating over what I’m
about to do. “Eddie, come on in,” Marissa says, in a strangely calm voice. No,
strangely doesn’t begin to start it! I told her there was a hit out on her
daughter! Why would she be this calm? No! I’m being paranoid! It’s nothing! I’m
going to do it! I’m going to kill her!
I hurry in through the
door as she shuts it behind me. “Finally, all alone with you. Did you really think you could get away with ruining my
life? Come on, it’s time for a whole night of fun!” I say, waving my long,
sharp, fantastic kitchen knife in the
air.
W-wait, what is that? I
hear footsteps! I hear footsteps, but I’m supposed to be alone with her!
I see her now. It’s an
attractive blonde teenager who I knew all too well.
It’s Melissa! My
daughter! She was here the whole time! Marissa knew all along! I’ve been set
up!
I hear something else.
The door is opening. I turn around. Someone is there! The man Marissa paid off!
He’s here! He’s here and he’s got something in his hand! …N-no, no, please! Don’t
shoot
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