You
knew all along.
"What do you want?" she yelled hoping
someone somewhere would hear her, but deep down she knew it was in vain. Her
gardener didn't come till Friday, her cleaning lady not until noon the next day.
By that time ... by that time she could be dead .
Oh dear God. I didn't mean it
when I said I wanted to go, when I asked you to take me home last night in my
daze. I was drunk, dear Lord, I was so drunk. Now I'm sober and I want to live,
I want to live.
"You know what I want," the man
replied. He was smiling, laughing while looking at her tied up to the Total Gym
XLS Home Gym. Her arms attached to the machine above her head, her legs tied to
the bottom. Irene growled.
"I have money. I can give you money,"
she lied.
The man laughed. His pale skin looked so
fragile, almost see through.
"I don't want your stupid money," he
hissed.
"Nonsense. Everybody wants money. It’s all
anybody ever wanted," Irene replied.
"Like you?" the man said. "Is
that why you did it? Is that why you agreed to do it?"
Irene bit her lip, while thinking about that
time they had offered her the money. It had haunted her every day of her life
since that she had taken it, but she thought it was for the best for everyone.
How could she know what they were planning to do? The money had been enough for
her to start her own business, a business that had given her a glorious career.
Yes she regretted what she had done every single day of her life, but she could
hardly change the past, now could she?
She watched as the man danced around her until
he stopped and pulled out a bag looking like the ones the chefs had at
restaurants. He folded it out and a big set of sparkling knives appeared. Irene
gulped. It was all about playing her cards right now. This guy meant business,
but maybe she could appeal to his soft side, everybody had one, didn't they?
"Please don't hurt me. I'll make it worth
your while," she said with her famous smile.
The man giggled. "It's already worth my
while. Seeing you suffer is all I have waited for."
"Surely you wouldn't want to harm an old
lady, would you?"
The man froze, then he took in a deep breath. He
picked up a knife and a pair of surgical scissors. He lifted them both into the
air and put them in front of her face so she could better see.
Irene shrieked. She felt her heart pound hard in
her chest. Sweat broke out on her upper lip. She knew it was a long shot but
she tried anyway.
"Sweetheart. I'm actually glad to see you.
I have been so lonely ever since ... since ... well, I have been alone for so
many years and I bet you have too, right? We could start all over, forget the
past and move on. What do you say?"
The man turned his head like an owl and stared
at her without blinking. The grin was gone. He was serious now.
Irene swallowed hard. "What ... do you
intend to do with those things?"
"I intend to cut you open like a fish and
take out your organs one after another. Then I intend to stuff that disgusting
sweatband of yours down your throat before I leave you to bleed to death, if
you're not already dead. How does that sound?" He asked like he was a
waiter at a restaurant listing the day’s specials.
Irene gasped and looked at the knife in his
hand. "Ww... Why?"
He leaned over so she could see his entire face.
Then he whispered:
"Because I can."
16
2012
I woke up to the
sound of someone screaming. It took me a few seconds to get back to reality
from my very weird dream about my dad and before I realized the screaming
actually came from within my own house.
"Victor!" I yelled and jumped out of
bed.
I stormed into his room and found him crumpled
up in the corner, shaking and screaming. I kneeled next to him.
"Victor, sweetie. What's wrong?"
But Victor didn't even look at me. His face was
turned towards me and his eyes were looking at me, but he wasn't seeing me. It
was like he was seeing something else, like he was still dreaming.
"Victor you're having a bad dream, wake
up," I said and
knew all along.
"What do you want?" she yelled hoping
someone somewhere would hear her, but deep down she knew it was in vain. Her
gardener didn't come till Friday, her cleaning lady not until noon the next day.
By that time ... by that time she could be dead .
Oh dear God. I didn't mean it
when I said I wanted to go, when I asked you to take me home last night in my
daze. I was drunk, dear Lord, I was so drunk. Now I'm sober and I want to live,
I want to live.
"You know what I want," the man
replied. He was smiling, laughing while looking at her tied up to the Total Gym
XLS Home Gym. Her arms attached to the machine above her head, her legs tied to
the bottom. Irene growled.
"I have money. I can give you money,"
she lied.
The man laughed. His pale skin looked so
fragile, almost see through.
"I don't want your stupid money," he
hissed.
"Nonsense. Everybody wants money. It’s all
anybody ever wanted," Irene replied.
"Like you?" the man said. "Is
that why you did it? Is that why you agreed to do it?"
Irene bit her lip, while thinking about that
time they had offered her the money. It had haunted her every day of her life
since that she had taken it, but she thought it was for the best for everyone.
How could she know what they were planning to do? The money had been enough for
her to start her own business, a business that had given her a glorious career.
Yes she regretted what she had done every single day of her life, but she could
hardly change the past, now could she?
She watched as the man danced around her until
he stopped and pulled out a bag looking like the ones the chefs had at
restaurants. He folded it out and a big set of sparkling knives appeared. Irene
gulped. It was all about playing her cards right now. This guy meant business,
but maybe she could appeal to his soft side, everybody had one, didn't they?
"Please don't hurt me. I'll make it worth
your while," she said with her famous smile.
The man giggled. "It's already worth my
while. Seeing you suffer is all I have waited for."
"Surely you wouldn't want to harm an old
lady, would you?"
The man froze, then he took in a deep breath. He
picked up a knife and a pair of surgical scissors. He lifted them both into the
air and put them in front of her face so she could better see.
Irene shrieked. She felt her heart pound hard in
her chest. Sweat broke out on her upper lip. She knew it was a long shot but
she tried anyway.
"Sweetheart. I'm actually glad to see you.
I have been so lonely ever since ... since ... well, I have been alone for so
many years and I bet you have too, right? We could start all over, forget the
past and move on. What do you say?"
The man turned his head like an owl and stared
at her without blinking. The grin was gone. He was serious now.
Irene swallowed hard. "What ... do you
intend to do with those things?"
"I intend to cut you open like a fish and
take out your organs one after another. Then I intend to stuff that disgusting
sweatband of yours down your throat before I leave you to bleed to death, if
you're not already dead. How does that sound?" He asked like he was a
waiter at a restaurant listing the day’s specials.
Irene gasped and looked at the knife in his
hand. "Ww... Why?"
He leaned over so she could see his entire face.
Then he whispered:
"Because I can."
16
2012
I woke up to the
sound of someone screaming. It took me a few seconds to get back to reality
from my very weird dream about my dad and before I realized the screaming
actually came from within my own house.
"Victor!" I yelled and jumped out of
bed.
I stormed into his room and found him crumpled
up in the corner, shaking and screaming. I kneeled next to him.
"Victor, sweetie. What's wrong?"
But Victor didn't even look at me. His face was
turned towards me and his eyes were looking at me, but he wasn't seeing me. It
was like he was seeing something else, like he was still dreaming.
"Victor you're having a bad dream, wake
up," I said and
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