See Tom Run by Scott Wittenburg

I’m afraid that
Mr. Tom here is gonna have to pay for that.”
    “I told you—” Tom said.
    “Shut your goddamn mouth! Or I’m gonna make it so you
can’t ever talk again!”
    “Kyle, please don’t hurt him! I’ll go with you—I’ll
do anything you say! Just don’t hurt him!”
    “Why, it sounds like you’ve really taken a liking to
Tom here. You must have had a real good time screwing him last
night. Jesus, girl—don’t you think he’s a little old for you? Not
that that has ever stopped you before. But then, that’s a different
situation altogether, now isn’t it?”
    “Kyle, please don’t—”
    Kyle laughed hideously. “I think I got a pretty good
idea what’s going on here. I have a feeling that you haven’t quite
told this guy everything about our special relationship, have you?
I can tell by the look in your eyes.”
    Erin started weeping. She convulsed so violently that
Tom ran over to her side, forgetting the gun pointed at him.
    Suddenly, the gun fired. The sound was so loud that
Tom’s ears rang. He saw a hole in the shattered ceramic tile to the
right of his sink.
    “The next one is for you, asshole. Now go over and
sit down at that table before I get tempted to quit wasting any
more time on you.”
    “Are you all right?” he said to Erin.
    “Now, motherfucker!” Kyle roared.
    “Go Tom!” Erin pleaded.
    Tom went over to one of the chairs at the kitchen
table and sat down. He realized that he could be dead now and knew
that he was going to have to cool it if he was going to have any
chance of getting out of this alive.
    “Now, Erin girl, I want you to sit down next to your
friend. And if you cry like that one more time, I’m going to kill
him. You know what I think about those crocodile tears, don’t you?
And I’m not gonna put up with any of that bullshit, I can tell you
that right now!”
    “I won’t cry, Kyle. I promise.” Erin declared warily
as she sat down beside Tom at the table.
    “I know you won’t, you ho! Now, you two sit there
while I figure out what I’m going to do. I’m so goddamn tired I can
hardly think straight. And that’s your fault, you cheating slut!
Keeping me out all night trying to find you after you sneaked out
on me. I liked to never caught up to you, but luckily there weren’t
exactly a helluva lot of tire tracks in the snow out on the
roads.”
    Kyle kept his gun trained on Tom as he walked over to
the refrigerator and opened the door. He pulled out a bottle of
Chardonnay, popped off the cork and took a long swig.
    “Jesus, I needed that! I don’t suppose you have any
decent road food around here, do you old man? Some chips or
peanuts—something like that?”
    “There are some chips in the pantry.”
    “That’s real hospitable of you,” he said. He went
over to the pantry and rifled through the shelves, keeping a close
eye on Tom. He took out a bag of potato chips, a box of Ritz
crackers and a jar of salsa dip.
    “This is a start. Well, I think we should be shoving
off now, dear. We’ve got a long way to go. Kiss your old buddy here
goodbye, but only on the cheek, now! I wouldn’t want you to get all
excited and want to screw him again!”
    “What are you going to do to him, Kyle?” Erin asked
suspiciously.
    “Not sure yet. Probably shoot him.”
    “Kyle, you can’t! He hasn’t done anything wrong!
Just take me and leave him here—”
    “Quiet, bitch! We’ve already been through this. He
has done plenty wrong and I am going to make him pay for it. Just
not sure how much he owes me, but I’m thinking his miserable yuppie
life ought to make us about even.”
    “Kyle, if you kill him, you might as well kill me,
too.”
    Kyle feigned a chuckle. “What a laugh! That’s just
about the funniest thing I’ve heard all day! But your supreme
sacrifice isn’t going to do me any damn good at all, so you might
as well forget that offer. I’m going to give you a break though,
darling, just because I’m such a sweet guy and all.