"A Love"
Smoke has always calmed me, cigarette smoke. I don’t know why but
it does. Perhaps because of the after feeling it gives us with our
worries. The worries that seem to escape with the smoke carrying the
stress of the hurting soul with each exhale that is blown. A calm
sensation, from a so called “cancer stick” and although a worry was on
my mind that night as I sat there, observing, the evil I had created,
the smoke that exhaled my lungs, made every moment feel better.
My train of thoughts were riding, fast at first but eventually slowed down as I sat in the room; leaning my chest on the wooden chairs back side as if I was a Detective about to interrogate a witness. I kept puffing, enjoying my cigarette, then soon relaxing as I began to hear her utter in tears across the dark cold room, she sat their, bound in a chair. With grey tape I used to force shut her beautiful filled lips. Finally, she had awoken from my drugs!
“Ahh, Linda, Linda, Linda. If you had never broken my heart in the past, then you and I would have been in what people call, “a happy couple”. All I ever wanted was to be your better half. I would have cared for you like no other. I wouldn’t treat you bad like that jerk you married who was never home and played no mind to you. I would have been a good husband!”
“What, you seem surprise? Don’t be. For three years I have been watching you. Seeing every move you make as you left that little house to run your daily errands. Even saw you undress and climb into the warm shower. Oh, how I wish I could have been your bath robe at times.”
She tried to move, desperately. I seemed to have startled her as she jerked back and forth in her chair, uttering moans for help through her bound lips and shedding tears, a look of hope was on me through her blood shot eyes. But the knots from my rope sustained her legs and arms into remaining almost frozen-like, unable to move. I lit another smoke, had too.
“Now, as I was saying Linda. Shhhh! Don’t cry. For you will thank me, I promise you will. I have been watching you. Ever since high school when I asked you out for a friendly date. You replied “NO” quickly in front of others who laughed and mocked me for months. That reject was painful, so painful that I grew depressed, one that caused me to have evil thoughts of ending the pain but how? A single bullet through my thick skull seemed to be the answer at the time. Just end it all, let the pain leave my life forever as my brains scatter the wall, and paint it red with the spits of my dying blood. That seemed to be the answer at the time.”
“ Well, obviously I survived the suicide thoughts you gave me. Otherwise you wouldn’t be bound tight in your chair right? Yes I did take your advice in the “Lets just be friends” saying the remaining of our school years, even up until now. But my love for you has never died. I still love you, I’ve always wanted you, and no other. But for some damn reason, I couldn’t win your heart. I guess the hardest part for me was to accept the day you got married. The day my heart was torn.”
“I went mad. Mad I tell you! Do you know how hard it is to accept the fact that your one and only true love has married some pretty boy, who will do nothing but mistreat her and not give her the happiness she deserves? No you don’t! Stop nodding your head in agreement with me! It will not convince me to untie you!”
I jumped up. My chair fell and I kicked it across the room passing her head and smashing it against the wall. How dare she play with my emotions so that she could escape? Could you believe the nerve of this woman?
“Do you see what I have done for you? Do you see! I have proven my love. I have made the final step into convincing you, that you are my one true, and if you can’t see it. Then I have once again failed and Linda, failure is not an option! Don’t agree with me! I will not untie you! Stop nodding your head! I have not proven my love yet. Just listen! Shut up and listen!…………..I love you, please, please, just be quiet. Shhhh…..”
“Now, as I was saying, I have been watching you and unfortunately, I have been watching that jerk you married also. I saw everything. I saw how he didn’t treat you right, coming home to your hard cooked meal and being angry because you couldn’t fit the salt content to his likings. What an asshole! Right?”
“I knew of the times that he went out on the weekends supposedly with his friends and yet, had you fooled while he spent time at a cheap motel with his lover. I saw everything. And on tonight, as I was planning an act, to run into you at the store on your next errand, so I could somehow give you a hint of his whore, I saw him slap you.”
My teeth were grinding vigorously as I bit my smoke’s filter during that moment. The replay of him slapping my dear Linda was flashing in my head like a flickering light bulb on its last juice. Linda paused.
“ Oh your calm now. Now you want to listen. Well, I was watching. You had found the motel receipt in the coat pocket. Yes you were right of what you suspected. Only that you caught him by surprise and he felt so ashamed with your divorce threat, that he hit you with his coward hand! That’s, when I lost it, no one slaps my girl. No one!”
“The last thing you saw, was him leave the house. But Linda, while you laid on the kitchen floor in heartbreak and tears, I laid in the back seat of his car in my “love justice” plot.
Now comes the good part!
“I apologize for capturing you in a kidnapping manner. I had too. I knew you would be asleep awaiting his arrival. I never wanted to scare you. But if I didn’t inject you with my “deep sleep” drug, then you would have awakened while I was carrying your lovely body into the basement of your home.”
“Well Linda, have no worries. Your problem is now solved, thanks to me! I killed that jerk you married. Sliced his throat at a red light and took the wheel of his car! You are far too special and don’t deserve to be hit. I wanted to be the first to tell you, before the police find his chopped-chopped body. I left his bleeding body parts for them to find in a black thrash bag, and on the hood of a parked patrol car. Don’t worry. The driver’s license is there as well and soon, they should be here once his body is identified.”
I walked towards her, slowly and carefully. Even though her eyes were still watery and red from emotions, they were very beautiful to me, very beautiful. Suddenly, a trickle crawled down her leg and into a warm puddle beneath her chair. I couldn’t help but to react in laughter.
“Everything I’ve done for you and that’s, the best bodily fluid you can give me! Oh well, I guess it’s better then nothing, eh my love?”
I gazed deep into her eyes. My heart raced as I began to shake in twitching nerves. No cigarette could hide my feelings at that moment. No way! All I could do was put her at ease.
“I won’t untie you, nor will I harm you. I love you too much to hurt you. The police will find you. I promise they will. I left them a note pinned to your front door. They’ll know where you are. I love you Linda, I always have. Maybe now you realize it and if you do, well now it’s too late for the both of us. I have no other choice but to say, goodbye. Thanks for being a part of my life. No matter how painful it was. I’m still happy that I had the chance to love you. Very happy!”
I kissed her on the forehead and walked out the back door. Sirens began to echo off the night, I could hear them come closer, but I made my way down the street, towards my new life, and away from Linda’s. Finally, my feelings for her were starting to erase.
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—-The End--
"Death Letter"
The
following letter was found in the office of Doctor Esteban Reyes. A
Physch. His famly was discovered killed and this letter was jammed in
an open wound on his throat.Dear Dr. Reyes,
Surely if you are reading this allow me the pleasure of congratulating you for being alive. Ahhh yes I have caught your attention haven’t I. By now you are wondering what exactly is going on in that sheltered little mind of yours. The mind you used to damn many with your so called expertise for giving your opinion on others emotions.
Not to long ago a little lady by the name of Sara came to you. She sought your well known expertise in order to bring her a happier marriage. She complained to you about how I mistreated her and never gave her the attention she craved. She was under the impression that I had another flame on the side. A true bitch in my opinion. She never appreciated me. And yet she has the nerve to spend my money and complain to you. How much did you charge by the hour anyways? Ahh fuck it! Not like if it matters now.
I have to tell you. No help were you of any. Six sessions she came to you and yet on the fifth you managed to maneuver your smooth ways of taking over her most vulnerable moment by finding a way to slip your dick in her. I know of the shit you did. Here she came to you with such desperate pleas of help and you, in turn try to make her feel better by fucking her!
You think I didn’t know? A husband knows. He knows when his wife of eleven years is acting different and accidentally slips your name out of her sinful lips.!
Let me tell you doctor. You fucked up! Truly you fucked up. I know everything. I know of all the shit she told you about me. About how I worked late and came home not paying attention to her. I know she told you of when she tried to get me in the sexual mood by dressing in her red lingerie (my favorite by the way) and it did nothing for me. I know of her complaints!
But you failed to keep it professional. Your whore ego went to far. She’s pretty isn’t she? I know she can be tempting with those hazel green eyes and her full lips resting on her light completed skin. Oh but how I know of the feeling you got when you were in her, pumping away and savoring her plump breast. Yes I know how tempting she is………………I know.
But do you know? Do you know as you are reading this letter the pain you’ve caused your own family? Do you know that as of right now they are in agonizing pain? Bleeding from knife slicing away many of their vital organs?
Yes your entire family is dead. Your two children and lovely dark haired wife, Letty. I’ll never forget how your little ten year old boy was crying through the gag sock that was stuffed down his throat. I’ll never forget how your twelve year old daughter came home from the band concert and was surprised to see her mommy and brother tied in your oak wooden living room. By the way, I went to her band concert. Truly she was gifted and held a lovely taste for classical music. Such a shame you chose to stay late at work and missed another one. Perhaps you were pleasing another patient?…………Perhaps?
More then all I remember how they were so much in tears as the pain was ripping through the knives razor sharp blade. A puncture was made at first in the pit of their stomachs, followed by rip by rip all the way up to their throats. I never knew a human body could have so much blood and smell. Did you? A mess was made on your expensive furniture as their bodies were placed together for the last family gathering. Only one missing was you.
That is why I am congratulating you on being alive. You’ve caused pain and loss in both your family and mine. Instead of keeping things professional you chose to sleep with my wife therefore, truly ending my marriage. But no. You also ended your marriage Doctor Reyes, and you also ended your life as well as mine.
I bet I know what’s going on in your head right now. “How could he do this?” Well Doctor Reyes. It’s not how I could do this. It’s how you could do this? You see, if you recall my wife whispered in your ear that she loved you. That’s when you decided to no longer have her as your patient. What you didn’t know is how serious she was. Serious enough to end both mine and your marriage by killing those that would get in the way. Those like your family members. Yes your wife and kids were victims of not my hand, but my wives. She slaughtered them as I was in paralyze drugs and forced to watch. She placed it in my dinner. I couldn’t move. No way I could help.
She then dragged me home and slowly while I came out of it, allowed me one last request. I dragged this notepad and wrote this letter to you with my favorite pen. I will not see tomorrow and I’m not sure you will too. All I can say is as I write this with her holding the knives cold steel blade to my throat is BURN! Burn in hell for messing with her heart and burn in hell for putting something so valuable in the risk of loosing it all like your marriage and children. You fucked up Doctor Reyes by messing with the wrong woman. My only last request was that she hand delivered this letter to you personally before ripping your throat! If you look at her right now I bet she’s smiling at you the way she smiled at me and your family while holding the knife in her bloody hands. At least I gave you a warning. You gave me none. Well I now end this as I feel the blade cutting away myyyyyyyyyyyyy___________
