Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Aren’t we just fucking brave? Though there was no hiding the slight tremor in her voice. She wasn’t fooling anyone. I took my time answering her, dragging it out, keeping her unsettled.
“I always knew where you were; but that’s neither here nor there. Tell me, does your fiancé, or even your new friends and neighbors know that you destroyed a man’s life because he refused to fuck you?” Always go for the shock effect. Leave them guessing as to what level of mind-fuck you’re about to unleash. She swallowed hard and her eyes welled with tears.
“I sent you a letter explaining…” I barely slanted my head to the side but it was enough to cut her off.
“I see, you’re one of those. You think a few words on a piece of paper are enough to make up for what you’ve done.”
“I was just a kid, it was a silly joke that got out of hand and besides the case was dropped, that part of it anyway. How was I to know that you would have drugs in your house?” that last one sounded a bit too accusatory to me. Like the fact that she was the one who sent those assholes to my home was somehow my fault.
“Do you understand that had you not made up that story, had you not set them on me none of this would’ve happened? You were the one who got that particular ball, rolling sweetheart. I gather from your reaction you see nothing wrong with what you did back then. Am I to understand then that you believe you had no part in what was done to me?” She didn’t have an answer; I didn’t expect her to, but why make it easy?
“I’m waiting. How has your life been? You follow any dreams, made any plans for the future?” I let that shit hang in the air as she swallowed around the golf balls that seemed to be gathering in her throat. She didn’t answer but I don’t think it was because she felt like being rude. More like she was trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do to her.
“I told you to relax. If I wanted to hurt you you’d be gone already.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. If I wanted to do you bodily harm for what you put me through you’d be dead at my feet already.”
“Then why are you here?” My words seemed to do the trick and she grew just a little bit relaxed, but still not all the way yet. I needed her to be, needed her defenses down so she’d least expect it when I did unleash on her ass.
“I kinda thought we had unfinished business. I never really got to know you. It strikes me as odd that someone I barely knew could have such an impact on my life. I guess I thought I’d take care of that now; see why you did what you did. Make sense of the whole sordid mess.” I never knew I was such a good fucking liar. Something else I had to thank her for. My complete and utter corruption.
“Don’t you find that a bit odd? Your actions just might be the most influential aspect of my life, go figure. I don’t think I ever said more than five words to you in my existence and yet here we are. You made a decision that impacted my life in a way that changed it and not for the better.”
“I told you…”
“Yeah, I know, you’re sorry. But see, that’s not enough. I have this thing, think of it like a twelve step program. I need to move on with my life and in order for me to do that I need to square this away with you first.” She looked around the room, at the floor, her hands, anywhere but at me. Guilty fuck!
“I don’t know what you want me to say. It was all so long ago.”
Is she for fucking real? That shit was yesterday for me. I didn’t change my expression by so much as a blink. When she got tired of the heat from my gaze boring into her head she wised up and looked at me. Fuck if I didn’t see that same fear in her eyes that had been there that night. What the fuck is her problem anyway?
“Do I scare you or some shit?” Wrong fucking question, of course I did. She shrugged her shoulders for an answer and I’m pretty sure just a hint of sadness left her. There was some fuck going on here that I was missing. For years I’d attributed the fear in her eyes that night as fear of rejection but that wasn’t it. Somehow I didn’t think it was me she was afraid of, which made no fucking sense whatsoever.