The Things Left Unsaid (300 hits)
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Submitted by Ainkara (View user info) at 2005-07-19 03:44:22 EDT
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Travis sat still. He had no choice. His head hung low, blood starting to dry around his mouth and nose. The rope tying his hands behind his back was starting to cut into his skin, but he would rather let it than fight anymore. His normally vibrant brown eyes housed a look of defeat, his breathing betrayed his closeness to tears. He would tell them.
His captor stood near him, grinning at Travis's broken spirit. He recognised the slumped shoulders, the bowed head. They all ended this way. If they didn't, he wasn't doing his job.
"Anything you want to tell me?" the man asked, almost cheerfully.
Travis paused slightly, then lifted his head to look his tormentor in the eye. "The money's in the floor. 412 Ewart Street, apartment 3C."
The man grinned again. This time Travis saw how dark and foul it was. In his eyes were memories of people screaming and begging for their lives. His teeth were mostly chipped or crooked and his breath smelled like something had died somewhere in the blackness of his mouth. Travis didn't entirely rule that possibility out.
"You got any famous last words?"
Travis thought. He thought about his friends and family. They had warned him, the ones who had known, not to get mixed up in all of this. He knew now that they were right and wished he could tell them so. He thought about his dog, Stud, and wondered if he would miss his master. He thought about all the things he would miss and the things he would never get to do.
Mostly though, he thought of his wife and kid. He wanted to tell Sarah how beautiful she was. That he was sorry he forgot their anniversary last year, but look under the mattress, there's a surprise. That ring from the store they had walked past a few weeks ago. She had been so cute, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her and had always loved her, and to remember to book the car in for a service after he was gone. He wanted to tell her whatever he had said at the time, he was glad she had Jen. That little girl was the sunshine in his life, no matter how cliched that might sound. He thought about her face, so full of love and wonder. Everything was still so new to her. He remembered her first day at school, she was so excited. She came running up to him at the end of the day, trying to remember everything that happened so she could tell him. He found himself looking forward to when she grew up. Went to high school. Made friends, hopefully ones who were nice and didn't get her mixed up in anything she couldn't get herself out of. Hopefully she wouldn't get picked on. She would be popular, nice, and pretty. But not so pretty that every guy wanted her.
He wished that he could see that. Be there to protect her from all those damn kids. Be there with a baseball bat when her first boyfriend knocked on the door. But he knew now that he wouldn't. He wouldn't get to see her grow up, he wouldn't get to grow older with his wife. He wouldn't get to eat another ham sandwich. This was it. He was going to die.
He wished he could say something that his wife would hear. He wished he could say something poetic. He wished he could say something that would make a difference. The last words that anybody anywhere would hear him utter. He grinned.
"Tell your Mama I said thanks for last night."
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