Sunday, January 2, 2011

Sour Revenge

He wondered how he ended up at a cheap motel after midnight. Just this morning, he had everything. The woman he loved. The brother he loved. The penthouse in the city he loved. But they all seemed to have disintegrated before his eyes within the past six hours.

“How could I have loved someone filled with so much hatred?”

He kept torturing himself with questions he knew he could not answer. Sipping on the last bit of whiskey he had, he knew he had to perform his action. He was scared and was man enough to admit that. The metal reached his temple and chills traveled down his spine as he felt the coolness of the barrel.

“I can do this!” he cried out loud as he started tasting the saltiness of his tears in his mouth.

He tried praying, yet felt too ashamed. He knew he was doomed for hell. But as far as he knew, hell was his life. His thinking resulted in anger and he started screaming and questioning God:

“Why me?!”

“Why must she be happy? She did this to me. She cheated. She is a cheap trick.”

“You did this to me and I hate You!”

Jumping at the sound of the banging at the door, he fell, shattering the Jack Daniels bottle he held in his left hand and bits of glass covered the floor. Ignoring the mess, he stumbled over to the door as gracefully as he could manage, avoiding the whiskey drenched pieces.

Annoyed someone was interrupting his last moments, he pushed his hot, pulsating face against the wood door. He struggled to open his eyes wide enough to look into the peephole.

Revenge. Thoughts kept racing through his mind. Revenge. Only one action seemed to be logical. Revenge. Everything was spinning; the alcohol was not helping.

Sobriety hit him like a sharp knife cutting into his head as he looked down at his right hand. The last twenty seconds seemed like a blur. Shaking, he slowly released his grip on the item originally intended to end his own life.

“Revenge is not so sweet” he thought to himself as he watched the blood of his brother, his wife's defiler, spread into the carpet, leaving a path of crimson.

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