her, she
thinks she can bring a guy home just likethat, and if things
don’t go her way, too bad for him, he can just leave, his tail between his legs,
isn’t that right, she sits up on her elbows, glares, she tells you again to go,
it’s an order this time, but there’s no stopping you now, standing above
- You think you’re stronger than anyone else? That you’ve got more rights? Did ya
ever think that some day, things just might not go your way? That things can’t
always go the way we want ’em to? Like you might bring a maniac home one night?
What about that? What if I was just that, a maniac? A psycho? What would you do
then, eh?
her, but Andréane has had enough, Andréane tries to get up, but you give her a
violent push, she falls back, outraged, starts to get up calling you a bastard,
a frustrated bastard, so you give it to her, a swift slap, across the face, she
falls back a second time, and this time she says nothing, this time she feels
her cheek, this time she stares at you in terror, lying on her back, and you
mimic surprise, you hiss in a grotesque singsong, oh! that was unexpected, eh,
totally unexpected, she has no idea what’s about to happen now, the little
tease, does she, and the girl starts to scream, the girl calls for help, her
screaming makes you wince in annoyance, prompts your hand to grope toward the
desk, spurs you to grab the first thing your fingers encounter, the bedside
lamp, you drag it toward you, the power cord stretches, pops out of the wall,
the room is plunged in darkness, Andréane’s screams increase two-fold,fucking screams, screams that might very well be an echo of
those uttered by your wife and children in their final moment, is that why her
screaming drives you out of your mind, is that why you clamp your free hand over
one ear, why you raise the lamp above Andréane yelling at her to shut her trap
or you’ll hit her, she stops screaming, she sobs, but you’re still brandishing
the lamp, you bellow you could shatter her skull with it, then what would she
do, hey, what could she do, had she ever even thought about that, she begs you
not to, and you throw the lamp at a wall, and cast around you, like a man rabid
and blind, and you grab hold of the glass table, hoist it up, the knick-knacks
fall to the floor, a shrill tinkling like a rain of crystal, and you resume your
position above Andréane, your legs planted on the mattress on either side of her
body trembling in terror, brandishing the glass table above her, you shout to
drown out her sobs and her entreaties, you
- Or how ’bout the table. That’d be worse! Ever thought of that? The thing is,
will I do it? Hey? Who can say one way or another? Who? Not you, not me! No one!
Specially not him! Specially not th . . .
shout yourself hoarse, but panic releases her legs all of a sudden, she kicks
out blindly, whimpering, her right leg strikes your left knee, a cry of pain,
loss of balance, a fall sideways, your hands slacken, an attempt to regain your
balance, but you catch yourself just in time on the desk, you manage to stay on
your feet, a sudden silence in theroom, no more sobs or
cries, your eyes turn to the mattress, Andréane’s silhouette in the darkness, a
motionless silhouette, and the dark shape covering her face, the table, the
small glass table that you let fall involuntarily as you tried to regain your
balance, you rush to the wall, hit your shin on a chair, grope for a switch,
flick it on, a lightbulb on the ceiling vomits its garish light across the room,
now you see everything so clearly, Andréane’s bloody face littered with glass
shards from the shattered table, a myriad of cuts including two deep ones on her
forehead and another large one across her throat, all the blood seeping
silently, and worst of all the stillness, total and immutable stillness, you
open and close your mouth several times, you
thinks she can bring a guy home just likethat, and if things
don’t go her way, too bad for him, he can just leave, his tail between his legs,
isn’t that right, she sits up on her elbows, glares, she tells you again to go,
it’s an order this time, but there’s no stopping you now, standing above
- You think you’re stronger than anyone else? That you’ve got more rights? Did ya
ever think that some day, things just might not go your way? That things can’t
always go the way we want ’em to? Like you might bring a maniac home one night?
What about that? What if I was just that, a maniac? A psycho? What would you do
then, eh?
her, but Andréane has had enough, Andréane tries to get up, but you give her a
violent push, she falls back, outraged, starts to get up calling you a bastard,
a frustrated bastard, so you give it to her, a swift slap, across the face, she
falls back a second time, and this time she says nothing, this time she feels
her cheek, this time she stares at you in terror, lying on her back, and you
mimic surprise, you hiss in a grotesque singsong, oh! that was unexpected, eh,
totally unexpected, she has no idea what’s about to happen now, the little
tease, does she, and the girl starts to scream, the girl calls for help, her
screaming makes you wince in annoyance, prompts your hand to grope toward the
desk, spurs you to grab the first thing your fingers encounter, the bedside
lamp, you drag it toward you, the power cord stretches, pops out of the wall,
the room is plunged in darkness, Andréane’s screams increase two-fold,fucking screams, screams that might very well be an echo of
those uttered by your wife and children in their final moment, is that why her
screaming drives you out of your mind, is that why you clamp your free hand over
one ear, why you raise the lamp above Andréane yelling at her to shut her trap
or you’ll hit her, she stops screaming, she sobs, but you’re still brandishing
the lamp, you bellow you could shatter her skull with it, then what would she
do, hey, what could she do, had she ever even thought about that, she begs you
not to, and you throw the lamp at a wall, and cast around you, like a man rabid
and blind, and you grab hold of the glass table, hoist it up, the knick-knacks
fall to the floor, a shrill tinkling like a rain of crystal, and you resume your
position above Andréane, your legs planted on the mattress on either side of her
body trembling in terror, brandishing the glass table above her, you shout to
drown out her sobs and her entreaties, you
- Or how ’bout the table. That’d be worse! Ever thought of that? The thing is,
will I do it? Hey? Who can say one way or another? Who? Not you, not me! No one!
Specially not him! Specially not th . . .
shout yourself hoarse, but panic releases her legs all of a sudden, she kicks
out blindly, whimpering, her right leg strikes your left knee, a cry of pain,
loss of balance, a fall sideways, your hands slacken, an attempt to regain your
balance, but you catch yourself just in time on the desk, you manage to stay on
your feet, a sudden silence in theroom, no more sobs or
cries, your eyes turn to the mattress, Andréane’s silhouette in the darkness, a
motionless silhouette, and the dark shape covering her face, the table, the
small glass table that you let fall involuntarily as you tried to regain your
balance, you rush to the wall, hit your shin on a chair, grope for a switch,
flick it on, a lightbulb on the ceiling vomits its garish light across the room,
now you see everything so clearly, Andréane’s bloody face littered with glass
shards from the shattered table, a myriad of cuts including two deep ones on her
forehead and another large one across her throat, all the blood seeping
silently, and worst of all the stillness, total and immutable stillness, you
open and close your mouth several times, you
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