So…weird thing
happened this morning…
James worked the night
shift and he got home around six am. I went outside to take the trash out and
found James, my husband, talking to Daniel, my stalker. And it wasn’t a
confrontational conversation, either. Those dicks were laughing; joking,
patting each other on the back. Smiling. It was weird.
I walk out there and
Daniel is leaning against his car, so relaxed. And he waves at me like we’re
old friends. I waved back like the world was imploding but they just kept on
talking.
So now I’m standing
beside James with the garbage in one hand and my darling husband introduces me
to Daniel Westburn, private investigator. He held out his hand but I couldn’t
bring myself to take it.
Then my loving husband
filled me in, ever so casually. He was just telling Daniel, if he ever came
near me, he’d fucking kill the private investigator; to which Daniel replied
that it didn’t matter that James was a cop because he’d take him down with me.
The two of them laughed and shook hands before James kissed my cheek and walked
up the driveway.
Just like that. No
other explanation was to why those two were even talking in the first place!
I just stared at James
as he walked back into the house before I looked back at the object of my
current obsession. His smile was gone but he was smirking like he knew exactly
how dazed I was by the sudden exchange.
Bastard.
He told me that he
liked James and would enjoy even more seeing the two of us behind bars. How my
children would never see me again.
I was this close to
punching him in the nuts when I noticed the wedding ring. He actually forced
some poor woman to marry him. There had to be a way I could use this to my
advantage.
Thoughts of revenge were the only way I kept my
head clear.
So though I was
anything but focused and pulled together, I smiled, waved, and walked away.
Once inside, before I
could even start ranting about all the ways I wanted to rip Daniel Westburn
apart, James kissed me and told me he had a plan.
And I think it’s a
good plan.
But I don’t want to
say it out loud in case I’m wrong (which is rare but still possible). I don’t
think I even want to contemplate what really happened this morning. James won’t
tell me how the conversation got started other than “I wanted to meet the man”
and Daniel was gone before I left for work. Probably visiting his wife he must
so rarely see.
…
It was such a brief
exchange but I know I’ll be thinking about it for a while. At least until I can
wrap my head around James’s plan.
You know, sometimes I
long for the good old days. When I wasn’t plotting revenge against some crazed
man; involving my husband in my schemes. Risking the lives and carefully
balanced relationships I have with my children.
All I know is that
Daniel thinks he threw me off balance this morning – thinks he’s shifted things
back to his side – but he’s wrong. I will not falter, I will not break.
He will not get to me!
And he will not have
the last word.
He is going to feel
the slow burn of a woman like me. I will wrap my hands around his soul and
squeeze the life out of him inch by inch. And he’ll see it coming because I
want him to but he won’t be able to stop it.
Daniel Westburn, this
is your final warning: you threatened my family. Nothing you do can stop me
now.
Your life is in my
hands.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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