March Fiction Friday Episode #2

       All Ella could think to do was run.  Every instinct she had was screaming that Simon wasn’t what he appeared to be and her only option was to run.  Problem was, she wasn’t going to get far without her bag and Simon was in between her, her bag and the front door to freedom.

        Simon had surprised her by ducking the fireball she’d thrown at his face.  However now there was a nice scorch mark on her living room wall, great.  He was still standing but he was a little more wary of her now.  She had to figure out a way to get past him and out the door.

“I stand corrected.  Well now, you’ve been keeping secrets haven’t you?”  Simon said glancing at the wall and pointing a finger at her.

“Leave.  Or you will force me to do worse.”  Ella was bluffing, but hopefully he wouldn’t see through her poker face.

“I’m not leaving until you and I have had a chat.”  Simon said

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.  I don’t know who you are, what you are or what you want with me.  All I know is I want you out of my apartment.  Before I do something neither of us will like.” Ella responded.

        Ella had to get past him.  She wouldn’t be coming back here, she couldn’t now.  There was no telling what could be waiting for her next time she came home.  Now that she’d alerted the Others of her presence.  More would come looking for her now.  She’d always known this day to come eventually, and she was prepared.  All she needed to do now was get out.

        Simon took a step towards her and Ella responded by taking a step to the side, still holding Grover.  They were starting to circle each other.  She and Simon resembled two wolves, sizing each other up and wondering who was going to be the last one standing.  Ella could see that Simon was on full alert now, his eyes never leaving her. 

        Ella could feel the power coming off him, she felt like a coil ready to spring up and snap at any moment.  Suddenly a thought flashed into Ella’s head.  Grover.  Grover could be the distraction she needed.  She was only going to get one shot at getting past Simon, and she needed to make it count.  In a move that surprised them both, Ella pulled back and positioned herself as if she was going to throw Grover at Simon.  When she pulled back her arms back for the fake launch, Simon’s eyes flicked towards Grover and Ella took her shot. 

        Ella blinked and made for the entryway on the opposite side of Simon.  She thought she’d made it until she felt hands tight on her arms.  The sudden burst of electricity she felt pulse up her arms made her whole body go ridged and she dropped Grover to the floor.  Ella felt a surge of heat go throw her that she’d never felt before.  It had been years since she’s felt anything remotely like this and that was the last time she’d come near one of the Others.

        Ella’s eyes flew open and she looked straight up into Simon’s face.  His eyes were so blue, so fathomless.  There was a slight smile on his face when he said “Gotcha”.

        Ella didn’t move.  She was trapped, but not afraid.  “How did you…?”  she left the question unfinished. 

“Anticipation.  You aren’t disappearing, just moving very very fast.  You were easy to catch once I figured out what you would try to do next.”  Simon said, still not letting go of her.

“What are you doing to me?”  Ella asked in a slightly breathless tone.  The feelings running through her were so intense she was afraid she might collapse onto the floor.  No, she needed to fight back.

“Nothing.”  He said, but his brow furrowed and for the first time Simon looked confused and slightly unnerved.

“You can feel that too can’t you?”  Ella asked. 

        Simon didn’t respond, he just continued to look at her.  Suddenly there was a wave of heat racing threw her body and she knew she was on the verge of losing control.  She felt herself being drawn into the power, into the confusion, into the pleasure, into him.  She could feel her body start to react to his touch, to the sensations of being near someone, or something, not human. 

        Ella waited a beat and then tried to step away from Simon.  He pulled her sharply back to him and she felt her body press against his long lean frame.  When her hands instinctively locked onto his forearms, the feeling intensified so sharply she sucked in her breath, eyes going wide with shock and disbelief at what she saw there.  Hunger.  She saw hunger, desire and need in those eyes.  She saw an intense need for satisfaction, a raw primal need for something…her.

“What are you?”  Simon asked in a quiet voice.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”  Ella said

“What are you doing to me?”  Simon asked shaking her slightly.

“Nothing.”  She said, throwing his own words back at him. 

        Ella was still gripping his forearms, and they were both still locked in a strange embrace.  Neither one of them wanting to let go, but for what reason…she couldn’t guess.  She tried one more time to break free of him.  Break free of his physical grip on her and the intense power she could feel him pouring into her.

        Using every ounce of willpower she had, she pushed back on the power coursing through her.  Pushed it back towards him until she felt it start to leave her body and flow back into him.  Pushed with her mind as hard as she could to break the connection until she felt her fingers start to relax on his arm.  She tried to take a step back and release her grip on his arms. 

        Ella felt his grip start to loosen slightly and she thought the connection might be breaking until she made the mistake of looking up.  Their eyes locked again and she felt his grip tighten and Simon pulling her roughly back to him.  Only this time it was his lips he pressed hard against her.  Ella had only a second to feel his lips against hers before she felt the power explode through her and everything went blazing white around her, and then darkness.

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm trying. It's a new month and that comes with a new theme. This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

Our metaphorical spring is coming ever closer although things / conditions are still mostly dormant. The theme this week is: Recovery. The "ice" has thawed a bit, revealing your character's recovery of a memory; or s/he has recovered (this is not sought, it just appears, like a plant poking through the hard, cold earth) something that was once lost; or experiences an old habit in a new way? Better? Good? You decide. Oh: mostly dialogue.

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http://www.itsadomelife.com/

http://www.debiehive.blogspot.com/

http://www.mollyfield.com/

http://neargenius1.blogspot.com/ 

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http://www.quirkychrissy.com/

http://www.noholdingback1212.com/
 
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February Fiction Friday!! Episode 4

“What makes you think I’m just a man?”  Simon said with a small grin.

          Somehow, I knew he was going to say that.  Over the last couple hours I had been unnerved in a way I had never been before.  Oh sure, this wasn’t my first strange encounter, but usually I was the cause of it, not the other way around.  I knew at the train station he was different, I just didn’t know how much different.

“You are an amazing little thing aren’t you?  So beautiful, and so unaware of your own gifts.  The fact that we are even sitting here talking is exhilarating.  I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long.”  Simon said interrupting my thoughts.

          Exhilarating?  This man hadn’t so much as twitched while sitting on my couch, but he was excited?  “Why do you say that?  What gifts?  How long have you been stalking me?”  I asked.

“Patience Ella, we’ll get to all that.  But first, we really need to get past this trust issue.”  He moved so fast I barely had time to react before he was standing in front of me reaching out.

          It was a reflex, something I’d learn to control over the years, but when I got scared, things just…happened.  I was suddenly standing in the doorway across the room again while he was left staring at my empty chair.  I moved slightly and he slowly turned to face me, grinning like a madman.

“Very good Ella.  I was wondering how long it would take.  You have some control and that my dear is such a rare quality in a woman.”  Simon said.

“What are you?”  I asked again.  “No human could move like that.”

“Now I would say that was the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?”  Simon said. 

          I was starting to get irritated with this little cat and mouse game he was playing.  He lunged for me again, and once again I was on the other side of the room, standing next to the couch.  Only this time I was holding Grover in my arms.  If I was going to make a break for it, I wasn’t leaving him behind no matter how much of a tratoir he was right now.

“Impressive.  What do you call that by the way?”  Simon asked causally.

“Blinking.”  Embarrassing as it was, I had never been able to come up with a better word for it.

          Simon tilted his head back and roared with laughter.  “Blinking.  Well, I suppose that’s as good a description as any.  Do you have anything else you want to show me?”  Now he was leaning his left side against the door frame and crossed his arms, waiting for my response.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you don’t leave now.”  I said, once again with a lot more confidence than I actually felt.  I knew what he was.  He was a demon, and I had always been taught to never trust a demon.  I’d seen a few over the years, but I had always been taught to stay away from them.  If they didn’t see me, they couldn’t hurt me.

“You’re not going to hurt me Ella.  I’m stronger than you are and I’ve already told you that I’m here to help you.”

“You’re a demon.  What do you want from me?”  I asked.

“I’m not a demon Ella.  However some people might call me that based on past experiences.”  He was smiling again.  It was a nice smile, a wicked smile.

“If you’re not a demon, then what the hell are you?”  I was getting annoyed.

“I’m a Sidhe.  Well, half one anyway.”  He said it so nonchalantly I thought he was being sarcastic again.  Then I looked into those eyes again and saw the truth, he was serious.

“A what?”  I asked trying not to sound as disturbed as I felt.

“A Sidhe.  Daoine Sidhe actually.”  He made it sound like I was supposed to know what that was.

“What the hell is a Doaine Sidhe?”  I asked exasperated.  Trying to get a straight answer out of Simon was like trying to get Grover to try a new cat food.  Impossible.

          Simon sighed, shook his head slightly and said, “So much to learn.  Let me ask you something first Ella.  Who taught you how to ‘blink’ or do the glamour you attempted to fool me with earlier at the train station?”

          So he had seen me.  It hadn’t been my imagination, he saw me and I saw him.  The real me, not the one everyone else sees, but me.  I try very hard to remain unnoticeable to people and the things that go bump in the night.  If they can’t see me, they can’t hurt me.  That was lesson one and it has been my motto all my life. 

“That’s none of your business.  What do you mean ‘glamour’?”  I said holding Grover a little tighter.

“I saw through your shield.  The one you were trying to hide behind.  It was a good effort, but like I said, I’m stronger than you are.  However you did surprise me by seeing through mine.  Not many can do that.  Tell me, what do I look like right now?”  He asked.

“You’re kidding right?”  I asked raising an eyebrow.

“What do I look like Ella?”  Simon asked again.

“Fine.  You’re tall, about 6’2”.  You have dark brown hair and blue eyes.  You have a straight nose and high cheekbones.  Your shoulders are broad but you don’t look like a body builder.  You’re skin is fair, but not pasty white.  It looks smooth, unblemished.  How old are you anyway?”

“Excellent.  And that’s none of your business.”  He said throwing my words back at me.  I’d left out the part about him being strikingly gorgeous.  I didn’t want to feed his arrogance.

“So what does that prove?”  I asked.

“That you can see what others can’t.  You’re unique.  Untrained, but powerful.”  Simon said.

          I’d had enough.  Simon had rattled me and I wasn’t going to sit by and let him continue to goad and frighten me.  He needed to go, so I could run.  I raised my palm up in front of me.  I saw Simon’s eyes widen slightly when he looked at my outstretched hand.  His mouth opened slightly as if he was about to say something.

“I’m not that untrained.”  I said, right before I threw a fireball at his head.

 

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm trying. It's a new month and that comes with a new theme. This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

Your character has a certain deep-held belief about love and fidelity. This belief may be based on religion, on something s/he learned from her/his parents, or on her/his own experience. Decide what this belief is and where it came from. In your story, something happens to the character that seems incompatible with this belief. How does your character react? Write the story.

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February Fiction Friday!! Prompt 3

     The room went still around me again, just like at the train station.  Click.  Nothing else in the room mattered except him.  His presence felt large, unworldly and slightly dangerous.  Part of me was screaming “run” and another part of me was screaming “mine”.  I should have run.

“Who are you?”  I asked standing frozen in the doorway.

“A friend.”  He said.  He was sitting lazily on my sofa with my traitorous cat Grover curled up next to his leg purring and watching me.

“Friends usually knock and wait to be invited in before making themselves at home in my apartment.”  I said with a lot more confidence than I really felt. 

“How did you get in here by the way?”  I asked, starting to get some of my nerve back.

“Grover let me in.”  He said with a smile on his face and a flash in those blue eyes that could have been amusement or insanity, I wasn’t really sure which.

          Once again I felt the room growing smaller around me.  How did he know my cat’s name?  If he was trying to unnerve me, mission accomplished.  I tried not to show my discomfort at his statement and just stared straight into his eyes.  Neither one of us said anything for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally I heard his voice next to my ear again, “Relax Ella, I’m not going to hurt you?”  However his expression never changed and he didn’t as much as twitch on my sofa.  He sat so still it reminded me of Grover when he’s about to pounce on a cat toy.

          I did an involuntary gasp, and took a small step back until my back was up against the door frame.  “That’s the second time you’ve done that.  How are you doing that?  What do you want?  How do you know my cat’s name?”

          I was asking too many questions all at once, verging on the edge of complete panic.  I was starting to think this wasn’t just an ordinary psychopath who’d broken into my apartment and befriended my cat.  This man, this beautiful, elegant, mysterious man wasn’t just a man.  And he was dangerous.

“Ella.  Please sit down.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I just want to talk to you.  Look, Grover trusts me, you should too.”  This time he spoke in a clear voice with a slight accent I couldn’t quite place.

“Obviously he’s lost his mind too.”  I said moving slightly away from the wall.  I made my way slowly, cautiously to the chair sitting as far away from him as possible.

“Who are you?”  I asked again.

“My name is Simon.”  He said getting a little more comfortable on my couch.

“What are you?”  I asked.

“Ah, better.  Now that’s a better question and one that’s not easily answered.”  Simon said pointing a finger at me and grinning.

“What do you want?”  I had still not received a straight answer from this man/thing/creature and my frustration was starting to show. 

“To help you.  Think of me as your guide.  You’re going to need one.”  He said it so calmly that it was hard not to burst out laughing or better yet run away screaming.  I suddenly had a flash of every slasher movie I had ever seen and thought running away screaming seemed like the appropriate action.  This was the most insane situation I had ever found myself in, and I’d been in quite a few.  But something was keeping me from throwing a lamp at his head and running for the door.  I just didn’t know what at the time.

“You want help me?  Sorry Simon, but I’m all set on men who like to be lunatic stalkers.  Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll pass.”  I have a tendency to turn to sarcasm when I’m unnerved.

Simon’s smiled wavered slightly and his eyes flashed at me again.  “What makes you think I’m just a man?” 

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm trying. It's a new month and that comes with a new theme. This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

When was the last time you looked into someone’s gorgeous eyes? Maybe they were sea green and seemed to have all the secrets of the world behind them? What would happen if you had a chance to know this person intimately? Then you find that person has a dark secret that would bring your perfect but lonely life to its knees.

Make sure you check out the other writers participating!

http://www.quirkychrissy.wordpress.com
http://www.worldsworstmoms.com/
http://www.bulamamani.com/
http://www.susannenelson.wordpress.com/
http://www.itsadomelife.com/
http://www.debiehive.blogspot.com/
http://www.mollyfield.com/
http://neargenius1.blogspot.com/
http://the-suds-box.blogspot.ca/
http://www.quirkychrissy.com/
And make sure to visit our tweet pages at:

@clearlykristal
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@Near_Genius

 

 

 

February Fiction Challenge – Part 1

           Have you ever had the feeling someone’s watching you?  Call it a sixth sense or just being perceptive if you want, but either way; you just know when someone is watching you.  I felt him watching me before I ever saw him.  My name is Ella and today is the day my life changed.  Today is the day I was seen; truly seen for the first time.

          I was standing on the train platform waiting for the 6:13pm train home.  Just like every other day for the past four years.  I had my headphones on to block out the noise of people milling about around me, all of them anxious to get home on a Friday night.  I’m sure they all had families waiting for them or a night out planned with someone special.  I had Grover, just Grover; my incredibly lazy anti-social cat.  He could really care less if I was home or not, as long as his food bowl was refilled every morning.

          As I stood on the platform listening to my IPod, I started thinking about how routine my life had become.  I don’t know when it happened exactly, I’m not sure when each new day had suddenly become a repeat of the one before.  Maybe it was inevitable, maybe it’s because I like routines, schedules, planning, and being invisible.  Maybe I just preferred being predicable, maybe I just really liked the order of my life, or maybe I’m just the most boring person on the planet. 

          Men and relationships have never been a big part of my life.  I’m not the girl who turns heads when she walks into a room.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ugly, I’m just sort of unnoticeable.  I’m the watcher, I’m the one men never really see in a social setting.  I watch, listen and make a mental note of everything.  I see them, but they rarely see me.  I work very hard to make people believe I'm just another shy girl in the corner, even though I'm typically the most dangerous thing in the room.

          When the train arrived, I boarded along with everyone else and took a seat in the back of one of the cars.  As I started to sit down, I felt something prickling my spine.  It felt familiar, like the fingers of a lover sliding lightly up my back, but there was no one there.  I tried to shake the feeling off and sat down in the seat.  It didn’t work, something was off; something just didn’t feel right.  I turned to look out the window and that’s when I saw him.  He was standing on the platform, as close as he could get to my window, just looking at me.  

          His eyes met mine and it felt like a door closed.  Click.  Everything around me went quiet and still; there was nothing else, just him.  Just those eyes, blue, blue eyes with dark eyelashes that seemed to be looking straight into my sole.  Bottomless pools of blue that seemed surprised one second and insane the next.  He never moved, and we just stayed that way, neither one of us moving, neither of us smiling, just staring.  He never looked away and neither did I.  It wasn’t until the train started moving that I felt the link between us start to break and it felt wrong.  I didn’t want the connection to end, I felt desperate to hold on to it.  When he was almost out of sight I heard a soft whisper in my ear. “I’ll be seeing you again”.

          I should have been terrified.  I should have started screaming and asking for someone to call the police, but I wasn’t.  I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t hysterical, I wasn’t even shaking at the realization that I still had my headphones in my ears, so there was no way I could have heard him.  I was unexplainably…calm and curious.  Who was he?  And why did I suddenly feel like I'd just made a huge mistake leaving him behind?

          I spent the rest of the ride staring out the window, trying to make sense of what had just happened.  The logical part of my brain was telling me I was being ridiculous and he was just some creepy guy on the train platform.  He probably got his kicks out of scaring women and to just chalk it up to another lunatic in the city.  However there was the other part of my brain, the part I keep hidden, that kept telling me it was real.  That he’d seen me, and I’d seen him and that there was a connection between us that couldn’t and shouldn’t be ignored.  Good or bad.

          As I walked up to my apartment door, I suddenly froze.  My key poised in front of the door lock, the feeling was back.  He was close, I knew without a doubt he was near.  I stopped and turned around, looking down the hall, expecting to see him standing there again, but he wasn’t there.  I stood there for a full minute, waiting for him to appear, but he never did.  I sighed and thought to myself “well, it was official; you’re losing your mind”.  I shook my head and turned to let myself into my apartment.

          As usual, I set my bag on the end table next to the door, dropped my keys in the bowl next to it and crossed to the living room.  I turned on the lights and froze for the second time in less than five minutes.  He was sitting on my couch, lightly stroking Grover, who was sitting in his lap.  My anti-social cat, who hated everyone but me, was sitting in a stranger’s lap, relaxed and purring.

“Hello Ella.  I told you I’d be seeing you again.”  Click.

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm trying. It's a new month and that comes with a new theme.  This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

When was the last time you looked into someone’s gorgeous eyes? Maybe they were sea green and seemed to have all the secrets of the world behind them? What would happen if you had a chance to know this person intimately?  Then you find that person has a dark secret that would bring your perfect but lonely life to its knees.

Make sure you check out the other writers participating!

http://www.quirkychrissy.wordpress.com
http://www.worldsworstmoms.com/
http://www.bulamamani.com/
http://www.susannenelson.wordpress.com/
http://www.itsadomelife.com/
http://www.debiehive.blogspot.com/
http://www.mollyfield.com/
http://neargenius1.blogspot.com/
http://the-suds-box.blogspot.ca/
http://www.quirkychrissy.com/
And make sure to visit our tweet pages at:

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@DeBieHive
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@Near_Genius

Fiction Friday - Prompt #2

          Samantha wasn’t sure she could pull it off. She was sitting across the table from Bill as he looked through the file of life altering documents on her laptop. She was trying not to start screaming and throwing knives at his head. All the years, all the time, effort, patience, and love she’d put into her marriage was gone. Snap. Just like that. In an instant she went from a quiet, well-like mother and housewife to a rage filled criminal.  

          The day she’d accidently caught Bill and his “friend” coming out of a restaurant downtown together, was the day her world imploded and the rage took control. Samantha became two people that day, a split personality of sorts. She was still the same old Samantha to everyone who knew her, even her husband. There was only one other person in her life that knew the other half of her. The Sam who turned into a criminal in order to seek vengeance on her husband for making a mockery of their marriage, Maddy. Maddy was more than just her best friend, she was her lawyer.

          Bill was still scanning the files, his face turning paler with each new document or picture he opened.  

“How did you get this?” Bill asked for the second time.

“Does it really matter?” Sam asked as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

“Of course it matters! I want to know who you hired to get you this! I want to know who I need to sue for hacking into my computer and invading my privacy!”  Bill yelled at her.          Saying nothing, Sam just stared passively at him.  Just as she’d done countless times over the years.  Bill saw her as a naïve, co-dependent, timid woman who wasn’t even smart enough to balance the checkbook.  He was now learning how wrong he was about her.

“Are you done?” Sam asked coolly.

“With what?” Bill asked.

“Are you done yelling and looking through the files?” Sam asked simmering with unreleased hatred towards this man.


“Yeah, I’m done with this.” Bill said as he picked up her laptop and threw it on the floor.

          Sam watched as the laptop hit the floor and slid into the wall. She watched as the case cracked and the screen flickered and then went blue. She stared at it for a few moments, then looked up at Bill. He was grinning like a madman. Bill looked like he was seriously on the edge of sanity at that moment. He was red face, sweating, grinning with tuffs of his always perfectly styled hair sticking out from the side of his head. He looked like a deranged Bozo the Clown, which suddenly struck her as hilarious. She couldn’t help it, she started giggling. Before her giggles could turn into a full-blown laugh, Sam swallowed hard and turned her rage back on. He broke her computer! Ok sure, it was only one of her computers, but as far as he knew, it was the only one she had.


“You don’t really think that was the only copy do you?” Sam asked sighing.


Bill took a deep breath, “Samantha, I know you’re hurt, but this isn’t funny anymore. You know you will never use this information against me, you love me too much. In time you will adjust to being on your own and realize there was no need for this.” Bill said. He was trying to manipulate her again. He only called her Samantha when he was trying to convince her that he was right and she was an idiot.


Sam stared at him in disbelief. “You really don’t know a thing about me do you?”


“I know you’re not going to blackmail me.” Bill said, regaining some of his composure.


“Are you sure about that?” Sam asked, leaning forward and grinned menacingly.


“I’m sure. You don’t have the guts to ruin me. Besides, if you ruin me, you won’t receive a dime and then what will you do? You need me.” Bill asked spitefully.


“What makes you think I need your money?” Sam asked, still grinning.


“Of course you need my money! Why else would you pull this stunt?” Bill said, he was getting angry again.


“Bill, I haven’t needed your money in years. Why am I doing this? Because you deserve it and because I really just can’t stand you.” Sam said sweetly.

 

 

This post is part of a fiction challenge I'm trying. And trust me, this prompt was a REAL challenge for me.  I hope you don't hate it.  :-)  This week's prompt was:

Invent a / your character (who) has two personality traits that are completely incompatible, that don't fit together at all. For example: this character is incredibly messy and is also a total perfectionist. Or: this character is a pacifist and also has a really explosive temper. Or: this character believes in strict, traditional family values but is promiscuous by nature. You decide. Then think of a situation in which these two sides of your character would be in direct conflict with each other. Write the story / scene.

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http://www.clearlykristal.com/
http://www.worldsworstmoms.com/
http://www.bulamamani.com/
http://www.susannenelson.wordpress.com/
http://www.itsadomelife.com/
http://www.debiehive.blogspot.com/
http://www.mollyfield.com/
http://neargenius1.blogspot.com/
http://the-suds-box.blogspot.ca/
http://www.quirkychrissy.com/
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Fiction Friday

As Bill sat across from Sam in the elegant dining room she had so meticulously decorated and cleaned to perfection, all he could think was ‘It’ll be over soon. Couple more hours and I’ll be rid of her for good’.

“I’m leaving you Sam.  Trust me, it’s for the best and even though I know you’re hurt, I’m only doing what’s best for you.  I’ll send someone to get the rest of my things tomorrow and I’ll have my lawyer bring the divorce documents over later this week for you to sign.  Under the circumstances it would be unethical for me to prepare the divorce documents myself.  I think we should make this quick and amiable.”  Bill said as he watched his wife of 18 years stare at him and absorb everything he’d just said.

Samantha (Sam) wasn’t saying anything.  Nor was she moving, blinking, crying, or yelling…nothing.  She was just sitting there passively looking at him.  She must be in shock, Bill thought, which would explain her complete lack of response to his announcement.   She was just sitting there, staring at him.  When was she going to say something?  When was she going to scream, cry, beg for him to stay, etc etc.  He was prepared for those reactions; he knew exactly how to handle them, but this…this passive stare, this unemotional reaction was starting to unnerve.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”  Sam asked him calmly

“I’m very sure.  I’ve never been so sure about anything as much as I am sure I want this marriage to be over.”  Bill said, his temper starting to rise.

Sam simply nodded then and left the room without a word.  Finally!  She was probably going to start crying and didn’t want him to see it.  While he waited for her to return to the dining room, puffy eyed and red nosed, he took his phone out and texted Rebecca.  “It’s done.  I told her I wanted the divorce.  I shouldn’t be too much longer here.  Be there soon.”  Just as he hit the send button, Sam walked back into the room carrying her laptop, a couple file folders and her phone.  He watched as she placed everything neatly on the table and sat back down across from him.  There were no tear stains on her face, not red nose from blowing it, just a look in her eyes that he’d never seen before.

“Is she the reason you’re leaving?”  Sam removed a picture from one of the folders and slid it across the table.  It was one of Rebecca and him kissing in front of his office building downtown.  Blindsided, he didn’t say anything for a minute.  Just sat there staring at the photo.  How had she gotten this?  Had she hired a PI?  Had she’d known all along?

Seizing Bill’s momentary loss for words at being shown a photo of his infidelity, Sam plowed forward with her own prepared speech.  She’d known this day had been coming for months, years even, she was ready.  It was finally time to show him what an arrogant idiot he’d become over the last 18 years and just how much he had underestimated and taken her for granted.

“You know what Bill, you’re right.  You are doing what’s best for me by leaving.  And I completely agree that this divorce should be quick and amicable.  As a matter of fact, I have all the necessary documents right here for you to look over and sign.”  Sam opened a second file folder and slid a divorce decree across the table at him.

Mouth gaping open, Bill picked up the document and started to read through it.  With each new section his anger and bewilderment rose.  In a nutshell, Sam would get the house (paid in full), her car (paid in full), full custody of their son, a hefty amount of child support each month that he could barely afford, a frighteningly large lump sum of cash as a settlement to be paid immediately and again at the end of each year, and he would be solely responsible for all of their son’s college expenses.  Plus, he would be bound by the terms of this document with no option for revision or lowering of child support until their son turned 19.  It was official, Sam had lost her mind.  He didn’t know whether to laugh at her or just rip the document up.  He chose both.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”  Sam said crossing her arms and leaning on the table as Bill started to laugh and was poise to rip up the document.

“You’re out of your mind if you seriously think I would sign anything like this.  This is a 50/50 state my dear, you will never get anything more than that out of the courts.”  Bill said spitefully.

“I’m well aware of the state laws.  However, since you haven’t abided by the laws of this state or this country for that matter in a very long time, I felt it was only right that your divorce also not follow the letter of the law.”  Sam responded patiently.

“What are you talking about?”  Bill asked hotly. 

“Oh I think you know.  Tell me Bill, how do you think your clients would feel if they learned you had been embezzling from them for years?”  Sam asks with a small smile on her face as she watched the color drain from Bill’s.

“You’re insane?  I’ve never stolen anything in my life, let alone money from my clients.”  Bill said.  He was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable now.

“Oh Bill, I had really hoped you would have come up with a better response than that.  Come on, try again.  Come on, tell me what they will do when they find out you’ve been stealing from them.”  Sam was toying with him now, she knew it was beneath her to do so, but she couldn’t help it.  If Bill thought he was going to walk over her this time, he was sadly mistaken.

“That’s absurd!  You have nothing to prove that I’ve done anything questionable with any of my client’s money.”  He said.  Bill was getting angry now and Sam could see she was starting to upset him now.

“There you go!  That was the type of response I was looking for, even though it’s complete and total bull.”  Sam said as she opened her laptop, typed in a password and then turned the machine around to face Bill.  Then she watched his face go white.

“See, I’m pretty sure these files here prove that you’ve been a very naught boy for a very long time.”  Sam said from behind the laptop screen as she cocked her head to one side and wagged her finger at him.

“Where did you get this?”  Bill asked quietly.

“That’s not really important now is it?  What’s important now is what I’m going to do with this information.  I could send it to your clients.  Or I could send it anonymously to the police.  Or how about one of the news stations?  They love to investigate stories like this.  I bet they would have a field day picking apart your life for the cameras.”  Sam said happily.

“The way I see it you have two choices here.  You can either face the public humiliation, financial ruin and most likely jail time or you can agree to my terms in this divorce document and leave here with my promise to not expose your lying, cheating, stealing ways.”  Sam said closing the lid of the laptop and facing the man she used to love.

“So tell me Bill, which is it going to be?”  Sam asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

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