prologue to: Merry fucking christmas!!!!!!!! (539 hits)
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Submitted by TripinDayZ (View user info) at 2004-04-29 16:02:45 EDT
The gun was freezing cold. Black metal pressed against his chin as he rocked back and forth, staring at the phone. He took another drink and half walked to, half fell into his recliner. Richard was going to do it this time. No more fucking around. This was easier. Much easier than the pain of not seeing her, easier than the pain of not seeing his children
She wasn't taking him back and he knew it. This time was it.
At least she wasn't with that bastard anymore. Mooching bastard, living in MY house with MY wife and MY kids eating food that MY money is paying for while watching MY TV that MY electricity is keeping on.
He should have crushed his skull.
The look on that poor, scared man's face as he fled Richards house that night was enough though. Richard caught his wife, Mary, and Matt, said bastard, at his house (on Nick's birthday no less) and beat the living Christ out of him. Right in front of Mary. Right in front of Nick. Right in front of Brent, Nick's friend who stayed after the birthday party to spend the night. Quite a party indeed.
It had been six months since that happened but it was still fresh in his mind, just as it was Mary's. Not an encounter with her went by that it wasn't brought up in some fashion.
He still loved her. He wanted to see her one last time. He picked up the receiver and dialed.
"This is crazy, its fucking 2 a.m." he slurred as the phone rang twice, three times, four. Just as he was about to hang up he heard that familiar beep from the other end of the line.
"Hello?" Mary said, her voice throaty and scratchy from being awoken mid REM.
"Mary, can I come over?"
"What...what time, who is this?
"It's Rich, Mary, I need to see you."
"You know that isn't a good idea Rich."
"Look, I've been sitting here, thinki...."
"Don't you mean drinking Richard? Not thinking, drinking."
"Mary please, not this time, I really nee..."
"Shut the fuck up! I'm sick of it Richard! No more. I can't do this anymore, it's killing me" she screamed as she sobbed into the phone.
This was what it had come to. There could be no conversations without her bringing up the drinking. So he drank, big deal. Everyone drinks. He was a successful doctor with a thriving practice, nice house, and nice cars. What was the problem? The problem was that damn cult that she started going to, Al-anon. All they did was sit around and talk about how bad a person he was, how bad he screwed up their life, how she did nothing, was perfectly innocent. Fuck them. They didn't know anything about him.
"Ok then Mary, I just wanted to say goodbye so, goodbye. Tell the kids I love them. I, I'm sorry." With that he hung up the phone and grabbed the gun. No more talking, time for some action.
He couldn't do it though. He wanted her to see his face. He wanted her to look into his eyes and catch even the tiniest glimpse of the torment that she had caused him. He was going over there. Fuck it if it isn't a "good idea" he was going. He grabbed his keys and downed the last of his drink on his way out the door.+
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He could feel a slight drizzle on his face as he began to wake up. Where was he? What the hell happened? It was dark, he knew that, but it was dark when he left the house. Where was he going? Oh yeah, to see Mary. The events of the past hour or so began to trickle back into his mind: the gun, the alcohol, and the phone call. These memories were quickly replaced with one realization.
He hurt. God, how he hurt. This time, however, it wasn't the unrelenting ache of a failed marriage and torn family. This time it was physical, horrid pain, shooting through his back, legs, arm, and his head.
"Fucking Christ, this thing is totaled," he winced as he gingerly eased out of the now compact sedan that used to be his Jeep Cherokee.
Standing back a bit from the carnage, he could see bits of glass and metal strewn through out the field he was in, and nearly vomited when he noticed a piece of scalp about the size of a quarter, stuck to the windshield in the center of a spider web of cracks.
Now playing accident re-constructor when you're drunk, and slightly silly from a knock on the head, is harder than it sounds. Ok, it sounds pretty damn hard huh?
He saw his tracks: the 20 or so feet of black rubber at the end of the road where it dog leg's right, the plowed dirt down into the first ditch, up over the rise and down into the second ditch, through a fence and to here. Here where he stood a good 50 yards into someone's field, staring at something that resembled a white crumpled up piece of paper.
Turning away, he began to do a little self-assessment to make sure there was nothing really wrong with him. No breaks, no contusions, none of that kind of stuff. There was a rather large cut on his forehead, most likely the contributor of the generous donation of hair he noticed earlier. This made him gag again. That seemed to be the only major injury besides everything hurt like hell, and he knew it would, even worse, for many many days to come.
He zig-zagged back to the car and tried to wrench his jacket from what used to be the back seat, his mind clearing and focusing on the task at hand all the while. This wasn't going to stop him.
"Nice try God, but I'm doing it you fucker."
"Ok, I cut across this field, through the apartments and I'm there. Start walking..."
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Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-04-29 19:52:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by GassyGirl72 (user info) at 2004-04-29 18:37:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Man, this is good. I like it, I like it. I need more.
Submitted by aswicked (user info) at 2004-04-29 18:08:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
...waiting for the ending...
Submitted by Dufflady (user info) at 2004-04-29 16:38:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well done.
I can't wait to read the rest. But then I'm gonna have to go back and read the together to see how it sounds.
Submitted by ktcschick (user info) at 2004-04-29 16:12:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is painfully good.
Try to finish it soon so people don't start hunting you down to beat the ending out of you!
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-04-29 16:08:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hurry up to finish it!!!!
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-04-29 16:04:12 EDT (#)
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here is part two. it's more or less the next part but seen through another participants eyes. the epilogue will follow when i get my lazy ass around to it.