dare hang out in this place?”
“Taylor for starters.”
“How long you been stalking me?” He asks.
“Long enough to know you end up here most nights. I see your fighting on Surge’s card now. How long that been going on?”
“Long enough. I’m one of their premiere fighters, me and Boomer.”
“I guess pond scum sticks together doesn’t it?”
“Any particular reason you’re stalking me Christine?”
“What do you think?”
“I guess I do owe ya. I believe we borrowed a couple grand that night. Here, let me just settle that debt now.”
Then he actually reaches into his pocket and brings out a huge roll of bills, hundred dollar bills. One by one he begins stripping off bills and slapping them on the counter until he’s counted out twenty.
“I guess I owe a bit of interest too.”
He counts off another ten C-notes.
“There, that ought to cover it. Happy? Ain’t that why you’re here bitch?”
“What about for Ethan?” I ask him.
“What about him?”
“What do you think asshole? You think a couple grand is enough? Is that all his life was worth, a few bills peeled off the pile?”
“What the fuck you talking about bitch. He was fine when we left. You kill your own kid or something? Wanna pin it on me and Boomer now? You’re one sick whore you know.”
“You asshole!” I scream. “You son of a bitch! You’re the one that killed him when you smacked him across the head and broke his neck. He died in my arms mother fucker and you’re going to die tonight.”
I reach into my purse and yank out my .38 revolver. The second he sees it he steps back away from the bar with his hands up.
“What you gonna do bitch, shoot me? I don’t think so. You ain’t got the balls for that. I didn’t kill your kid and even if I did, you ain’t got the stones to-”
The explosion is deafening! Fire shoots two feet out of the barrel and the first round strikes him in the chest and the second in the shoulder. As he falls to the ground people are scrambling to get out of my way. In seconds the entire bar has emptied into the parking lot. Well, everybody but King and the bar tender.
Unbelievably, King is still alive.
“You’re a lousy shot bitch.” He pants.
“I’m not done yet.” I reply, aiming at his head this time.
“No…you’re done Christine.” The handsome barkeep says.
“I have to finish him off.” I reply. “He killed my kid. He has to die for it.”
“I think you’ve done enough.” Jake says as he pulls a shotgun from beneath the counter.
He aims the double steel barrels at my chest. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is dead serious.
“He has to die for what he did.” I repeat.
“Maybe he does, but it’s not for you to decide. Put down your gun and take a seat at the bar. Your next three drinks are on me.”
I look down at King, bleeding and pleading. I look back up at the shotgun levelled at my chest. It would be so easy to finish off King and let Jake do his duty. I’m sure I wouldn’t feel a thing. But I have Diego to think about so I set my gun on the counter. Jake takes it and puts it under the bar and proceeds to line up three drinks for me. I take a seat and down the first one without a thought. By the time I finish the last one I can hear sirens in the distance. I can no longer hear King though. He has fallen silent. I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable.
“Christine…are you okay.”
Slowly I open my eyes. I have to blink away the tears to see that I’m back in my doctor’s office.
“How was it?” She asks me. “You look like you’ve been through a lot.”
“Yeah…I just murdered my ex-husband so yeah…a lot.”
“Would you like to talk about it? Do you really think you killed him?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because this supposed memory conflicts with the one where my ex kidnaps me and the kidnap memory goes along with what my son said about my disappearance for 3 days and my coming back with injuries consistent
“Taylor for starters.”
“How long you been stalking me?” He asks.
“Long enough to know you end up here most nights. I see your fighting on Surge’s card now. How long that been going on?”
“Long enough. I’m one of their premiere fighters, me and Boomer.”
“I guess pond scum sticks together doesn’t it?”
“Any particular reason you’re stalking me Christine?”
“What do you think?”
“I guess I do owe ya. I believe we borrowed a couple grand that night. Here, let me just settle that debt now.”
Then he actually reaches into his pocket and brings out a huge roll of bills, hundred dollar bills. One by one he begins stripping off bills and slapping them on the counter until he’s counted out twenty.
“I guess I owe a bit of interest too.”
He counts off another ten C-notes.
“There, that ought to cover it. Happy? Ain’t that why you’re here bitch?”
“What about for Ethan?” I ask him.
“What about him?”
“What do you think asshole? You think a couple grand is enough? Is that all his life was worth, a few bills peeled off the pile?”
“What the fuck you talking about bitch. He was fine when we left. You kill your own kid or something? Wanna pin it on me and Boomer now? You’re one sick whore you know.”
“You asshole!” I scream. “You son of a bitch! You’re the one that killed him when you smacked him across the head and broke his neck. He died in my arms mother fucker and you’re going to die tonight.”
I reach into my purse and yank out my .38 revolver. The second he sees it he steps back away from the bar with his hands up.
“What you gonna do bitch, shoot me? I don’t think so. You ain’t got the balls for that. I didn’t kill your kid and even if I did, you ain’t got the stones to-”
The explosion is deafening! Fire shoots two feet out of the barrel and the first round strikes him in the chest and the second in the shoulder. As he falls to the ground people are scrambling to get out of my way. In seconds the entire bar has emptied into the parking lot. Well, everybody but King and the bar tender.
Unbelievably, King is still alive.
“You’re a lousy shot bitch.” He pants.
“I’m not done yet.” I reply, aiming at his head this time.
“No…you’re done Christine.” The handsome barkeep says.
“I have to finish him off.” I reply. “He killed my kid. He has to die for it.”
“I think you’ve done enough.” Jake says as he pulls a shotgun from beneath the counter.
He aims the double steel barrels at my chest. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is dead serious.
“He has to die for what he did.” I repeat.
“Maybe he does, but it’s not for you to decide. Put down your gun and take a seat at the bar. Your next three drinks are on me.”
I look down at King, bleeding and pleading. I look back up at the shotgun levelled at my chest. It would be so easy to finish off King and let Jake do his duty. I’m sure I wouldn’t feel a thing. But I have Diego to think about so I set my gun on the counter. Jake takes it and puts it under the bar and proceeds to line up three drinks for me. I take a seat and down the first one without a thought. By the time I finish the last one I can hear sirens in the distance. I can no longer hear King though. He has fallen silent. I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable.
“Christine…are you okay.”
Slowly I open my eyes. I have to blink away the tears to see that I’m back in my doctor’s office.
“How was it?” She asks me. “You look like you’ve been through a lot.”
“Yeah…I just murdered my ex-husband so yeah…a lot.”
“Would you like to talk about it? Do you really think you killed him?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because this supposed memory conflicts with the one where my ex kidnaps me and the kidnap memory goes along with what my son said about my disappearance for 3 days and my coming back with injuries consistent
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