Sweet Revenge

The drizzling rain patters softly against my car roof , as I sit waiting. Waiting for a glance , waiting for confirmation that he's indeed here.

I let my gaze wander in his search. Everything around me seems bleak and grey , as if depressed at my expense. Procrastinating christmas shoppers rush around the main square, trying to get their shopping lists done tonight . How , I too, once loved this holiday. But one doesn't remain the same after...

I shrug my shoulders upon remembering those thoughts as they clutched me by the throat. The sudden movement of my shoulders causes a shooting pain firing throughout the length of my arm to my neck making me scream in pain. I cry out loud and bash my right forearm against the steering wheel in agony .

I rub my right hand over my left shoulder trying to soothe the shocks of pain away but it doesn't help at all. The sling around my neck rubs against my nape as I bend forward trying to look through the wet windshield once again. The cold weather makes my lungs wheeze and I open the console to retrieve my life support. I take two puffs of that blue inhaler and a sigh of relief leaves my lips.

From my parking spot , I get a clear view of the posh restaurant's entrance. A migraine splits my head into two as I see him, finally exiting the restaurant. The flashbacks thrust their sharp talons in my chest making me hiss out loud. I look at the time on my phone.

9:45pm

I look back at him with pure rage slicing at my liver. He's still the same as ten years ago. The same man with the same insatiable habits. He looks like a silver fox playing with his new blond toy which hangs off his arm like a ragdoll. The rush of adrenaline makes my vision slightly blurry as uncontrollable hatred makes my senses acute. I observe his every action keenly , noting every movement of his frisky hands.

He kisses his new plaything on the cheek as his hands snakes down to her butt . He grabs her butt roughly making me hiss out in passive pain. He follows a rule of his very sternly.

He likes to get his dick wet not his lips by his mistresses.

He asks the valet to bring his car with his signature cocky arrogance bleeding from every cell of his existence and diverts his attention to his flashy car from his human-toy. Repulsion swirls in my stomach at the sudden dismissal as if she was actually a paper doll and nothing else. He doesn't even have the basic decency to see her off to her fucking Uber.

He snatches the keys out of the valet man's hand like a prideful baboon. His hurried actions prove my hypothesis correct; his eight months pregnant wife ; ready to pop the baby , is waiting at home for him. Tonight she's vulnerable and waiting , the cramps setting in , as she told me , therefore he doesn't leave to the hotel with his playthings like he's been playing with throughout her pregnancy . Pity for that poor woman makes my heart ache as she doesn't deserve a man-whore like him.

He doesn't even tip the valet, leaving the poor boy with a long sad face and starts his car, driving off. I silently start my car, following him. He takes a left turn from the street leading to his home and drives to a corner shop. The street lights reflecting on his face show that he's still as ruggedly handsome as he was ten years before . Age was indeed on his side and he knew how to abuse it in the worst possible manner.

I park my car several feet away from his , near a tree and look at him through my windscreen . He leans on the side of his car and carefully lights a cigarette from the fresh packet he just bought. His sexdrive was equivalent to two cigarettes only. Fucker!

A chain smoker he was. I remember his wife telling me in baby-mama dance classes that she was very tired of his habit of cigarettes after sex (no pun intended). She laughed very hard to the point of sorrowful tears upon cracking a feeble joke on her miserable married life.

My lungs shrivel further in my chest upon witnessing this brutality. He carefully smokes the cigarette not wanting to ruin the expensive black coat and Italian loafers he's wearing.

The peace on his face upon the second drag of the Satan's stick makes my nerve endings blaze up.

Wanting to see the agony reflected I pick up the burner phone and send him the pictures of his wife and his mistresses ; the blondie today and every other one since last two months. I send him pictures of the signed divorce papers that are hidden in the last drawer of his office desk along with the forged prenuptial agreement sitting in his second drawer. Guess his secretary is very lightweight and loves to spill how she likes to be banged by her boss , how he loves her and is about to divorce his slutty wife for her, all spilled after only five shots of tequila.

Poor Ezra! My heart hurts for the poor woman sitting at home carrying this bastard's mutt.

He's on his fifth drag when he receives the pictures. The adrenalin rush that courses through my body upon seeing his fucking eyes bulge out and that cigarette falling from his shivery hands makes me howl in delight. He fires a text and I look at the burner phone resting on the passenger seat start pulsing , beating with hatred for him.

"Who are you?"

What a pathetic man he is?? Is this his only response to being caught?

"Are you interested in negotiating the price?" I text as I see fear flashing across his face. He swivels his gaze around him but catches the sight of no one. He roughly rubs out the sizzling cigarette on the concrete pavement with the heel of his loafers.

"Who is this?" His text scratches a satisfaction in my mind.

"Meet me at your favourite spot." I relish in the control I have over him after such a long time.

"Who are you and which fucking spot are you talking about?"

"You don't have to stoop down to such language ,daddy." Cutting the last thread of my sanity I call him what he wanted me to call him ten years ago.

"Who is this?" How I crave to text your worst nightmare but my ego protects my secrets better than my heart.

"The spot where you like to rub one out , you pedophile." He sways slightly and leans against his car. His pale face shines with sweat under the harsh street light. He types on his phone aggressively and sends it.

"Shut up! You fucker. Who are you? Lemme get my hands on you! You'll see!" The giggles that erupt from my chest sound like wails. After laughing for a solid minute I text him his worst nightmare.

"I'll text these to your wife."

"I'll be at the park." How scared he is of his wife or may I say not signing a pre-nup.

"Good daddy." I text back smiling happily at his scared , puzzled state.

He looks around , paranoia clear as day flashing across his face and immediately gets inside his car. He recklessly drives to the destination. I smile at his hurried state , finally satisfied at seeing the familiar anxiety skittering under his monstrous skin too.

As I reach the garden ,I see his car thrown in a haphazard parking. Giggles, childish giggles burst out of me as I park my car at the far end. I take care of the security cameras as the reflective tape on my car's number plate secures my identity. I get out and tighten my ponytail and freshen my lipstick as carefully as I could with my right hand in the sling. I adjust my bra , making sure nothing important is revealed . Instead of entering the garden like him , I walk to the back of the garden . I climb the railing , wincing when my right arm presses against my body in the direction of the fracture.

A breath of relief hisses out of me as I finally take my first steps in the garden. I slink in the shadows knowing very well the cameras don't have night sensors. I creep to the open canopy where he stands, barefoot. I stare at him from a distance for quite some time , observing how he walks with a slight limp which he used to cover with an additional sole in his left shoe. I observe how he walks barefoot , crunching innocent grass under his big feet mercilessly.

Despite hating him I loved the fact that he walked barefoot on dewy grass every morning to de-stress.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!", he growls out of frustration as he thrusts his hands in his hair and nearly pulls them out. The only source of light; park light illuminates his agitation with a yellowish glow. His rugged beard and those salt and pepper hair styled in a slick back makes him look irresistible. My stomach coils with anxious snakes and bud of guilt arises from the graveyard in my heart. Rage crushes that bud as I lay my stare on him again.

I step out of the shadows and wave at him cheerily. He screams making sleeping birds shriek in fear.

"Nice spot you chose. No cameras , hidden by other trees and...look! What a clear view of children's park?!" I walk to him and stand right in front of him.

"Shut up! Who put you up to this you cripple." He grabs my collar and pulls it making first two buttons of my button-down shirt pop. I grind my teeth to keep the screams at bay as electric shocks of pain jump from my neck to my shoulder. His greedy gaze falls to my cleavage and he gulps audibly.

"Limping man calls me a cripple?" I free myself of his clutch and straighten my shirt. I wince lightly and he smirks noticing my pain.

"Fucking bitch!!" His fragile ego pulses with pain at my comment and he growls with anger.

"I thought I was daddy's slut?" I say salaciously.

"Who are you?" He stands to his full height and takes a step forward.

"You don't remember?" I take a step forward.

"Did I sleep with you?" He groans, annoyed at the disturbance of his peace.

"Look at you! Spilling your own secrets!" I cackle , amused at his agitated state.

"What do you want?" He starts pacing up and down , angry footsteps making the ground rumble. How I once feared these footsteps but now, now they made me deliriously giddy.

"You." , I simply reply. He stops in his tracks and looks at me dumbfounded.

"What?" He whispers , his eyes round and mouth gaping with astonishment.

"I want you." I repeat in a are you dumb tone.

"What the fuck does that mean?!", he says with anger , pointing his finger at me exasperatedly.

" I want you , your peace , your soul, your body. YOU.", I say calmly , my hooded eyes staring at his lips. My insides shiver with repulse but my demeanor screams of lust.

"You crazy bitch!" He yells at me and takes two steps back. My demons howl with joy at his uneased demeanour and retreating state. His wild eyes stare back at my calmness and panic erupts in his eyes.

"Do NOT cuss at me!", I yell at him back. "Now let's see if I can remind you of who I am. Hmmm?" I take three steps forward and fold my arms under my bust. My chest pops out and his gaze fluctuates between my eyes and my breasts. His blood flow carrying arousal and commonsense to his manhood makes him lose control of himself.

"Stay away from me!" He raises his hand in surrender as he backs up into a tree. He leans against the tree and breathes heavily.

"Really? Thought you wanted to know whether it's tight or not? Thought you wanted to know whether it's pink ?" I spew out these words with as much sugar in my tone as possible.

"Rose?" Realization dawns on his face as he takes two steps forward.

"Oh! I see that your memory is still working." I state with sex oozing from my raspy voice.

"Is that you ,slut?" He asks with a merciless grin spreading on his face. His joy makes him sway slightly or perhaps the lack of blood flow to his brain does.

"Yes daddy." I moan out loud , sticking my tongue out at him , showing him that I'm ready for him.

"Don't you dare call me that! You ruined me , you shredded my reputation and threw it in the wind. You made me lose my job . You...!!!" He yells angrily , his inflated ego not letting him fall to his knees for me.

"Shush! You're scaring the birds! And I think after you try to rape someone that's the most acceptable conclusion. Don't you Mr. Kent ?" I interrupt his tantrum and remind him of the past as accurately as I could.

"I didn't rape you? Look at you! As ugly as ever. I'm not crazy wanting to rape a cheap hooker. I..." He states indignantly, standing to his full height again . He takes two more steps and stands in front of me.

"You did not rape me!? Yes you did not. I am the crazy one and the principal of the college but your lawyer and the jury were completely sane , right?" I murmur softly , my tone full of mockery as I continue to stare him in the eye.

"You fucking obsessed bitch!! Get away from me!" He grabs hold of my ponytail and shoves me away from him forcefully. I wince in pain as the flashbacks run through my mind. Taking a deep breath to compose myself , I straighten my back and step close to him.

"Really? You don't want to fuck me ,now?" I press myself against him. He looks at my face , mistrust evident in his eyes but then his gaze dips down to my heavy cleavage and a smirk spreads across his five o'clock bearded cheeks.

"I don't." His hands wrap around my covered back.

"Promise?" I move up and peck his cheek. Bile touches my uvula and my heart lurches in my throat at the contact.

"Fuck! You bloomed well. Look at those hips!" His hands slide to my hips and he pulls me closer to him. The proximity makes my soul nauseous and I fist his shirt with my gloved hands.

"You don't want this?" I murmur, waiting on my tip toes for this to be over.

"I do." He bends his neck to kiss me but I swerve him.

"I think you don't." I murmur staring up at his eyes and then back at his lips. He chuckles and squeezes my butt.

"I do." He nods his head twice and looks at me desperately.

"Rose, did you send those pictures?" His sharp gaze hardens as he cups my nape and makes me look at his eyes. His tone sounds sorrowful yet his grin tells another tale.

"Yes , daddy!" I force my body to melt in his hold and moan out a response in my most aroused voice. His glare darkens as he wets his lips.

"Why?" He growls out. His self-restraint withering away.

"I want you for myself only. Let that pig rot at home. Let those bitches rest at their dens. Let me have you." I murmur and shrug softly. He frees my nape and goes back to holding my hips.

"Fuck me!!! I groomed you well. Didn't I? You desperate, needy bitch! Are you needy for daddy?" He groans and takes a step back , releasing me. He unbuckles his belt and looks at me expectantly.

"Mhmm.." I murmur. He beckons me to him by curling his index finger at me. I blow him a kiss and take a step closer. I sit on my knees in front of him and look up at him. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. His eyes roll back and he groans loudly. I immediately take out the gun from my left bra cup and shove it up his crotch.

"Wait! What!" He screams.

"Desperate , yes. Needy , never!" I pull the trigger. The silencer makes the fire of the bullet sound like a kernel popping.

He cries and screams pathetically while clutching his crotch.

"Have mercy. Please....I beg you." He crawls back trying to get out of the canopy , trying to get in the frame of those old security cameras.

"Did you?" I drag him back in the middle of the canopy by his ankle and kick him in the ribs.

"Please!" He screams with pain as he bleeds out of his north and south orifices. I take out my phone and point the camera at him.

"Confess." I state.

"No..please , no.", he gasps for breath and tries crawling away.

"Confess you cripple!", I bash his bad leg and he yelps in pain. Screaming in excruciating pain he begs for mercy but I kick his leg again and again until I hear the satisfactory crunch of his bone shattering.

"YES!!!!! I tried to rape you. It was me. The lawyers were...lying. The jury was sold. I...I did that. I fed them money." He cries out loud. He gets up on his knees and raises his hands in surrender.

"Bubbye Teach!" I grit my teeth and point the gun at his skull.

"Nooo!" He screams as I pull the trigger again. His bleeding dead body falls to the ground and lay there miserably. From the front the gunshot in his forehead looks like a Tilak but from back I see his brain oozing out. I take out the Manila folder containing all his secrets from between my inner shirt and button down and place it near him.

I run to the railings and climb them. My bad wrist jostles with the movement and I cup my mouth while I scream in pain. I get to my car and take out the supplies. I carry the bag and throw it on the other side before carefully climbing as well. I jump off the railings onto the hard ground and chuckle happily.

Mad, she's mad. She's lying. I never touched her. I'm innocent.

I walk to his dead body and pour strong bleach over his face to remove all of my DNA samples. My gloved hands prevented my fingerprints from getting on his clothes. After ruining his face , I chop his index finger. The one he liked to point at everyone. I put his finger in a sealed bag for keepsake.

Mad, they're all mad. His body is lying. I never touched him. I'm innocent.

I empty the bottle on him as I think of these deranged thoughts. I pack all of my stuff in the plastic carrier bag and stroll out of the park with maniacal eyes and unhinged laughter barely at bay. I climb the railings for the last time and jump on the cold concrete floor . I carefully slink in the shadows to my car and unlock it. I take two puffs of my inhaler and let myself breath. The laughter that bubbles out of my chest leaves my ears ringing. I back my car and drive off into the night , maniacal satisfaction bubbling under my breast bone .