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"Sorry, Mark, you didn't stop for me, even when I used the word, so guess what?" I reached out and touched his cheek. "Payback's a bitch."
I turned away from him and winced as he began screaming into the gag. Keeping my back to him, I picked my purse up and, bending over, slipped my sandals back on. I walked around to the other side of the desk and, on a whim, reached down and picked his pants up. Reaching into the back pocket, I took out his wallet and, opening it, removed the cash he had in it. Turning to see him staring at me, I held up the money.
"Thanks Mark!"
Tucking the money into my bra, I began to leave, then, remembering the final touch, walked over to the window that overlooked downtown Providence. It was now dark out and, after pulling the blind down, I walked over to the door. I heard Mark start to sob behind me and turned to look at him one last time. As he saw me looking, he began to shake his head wildly back and forth, pleading with his eyes for me to let him go. I shrugged and shook my head at him. Mark threw his head back and let out a loud wail behind the gag. I noticed he wasn't even fighting anymore, just crying. I opened the door and backing out of it, stopped.
"So, Mark, I have one last question for you."
As I spoke, I reached out and put my hand on the light switch. Mark froze and, shaking his head, he let out the most pathetic whimper I had ever heard.
"So, little brother," I began, smiling grimly at him. "Who's broken now?"
As Mark wailed in terror, I shut the light off and closed the door behind me, plunging the room into the darkness that had terrified my brother since he was a child. As I hurriedly walked down the corridor, trying to ignore the muffled screams behind me, I whispered, "Goodbye, my beautiful, little brother, I really did love you."
A half hour later, I was doing eighty down ninety-five south, trying to put as much distance between myself and Rhode Island as I could, as quickly as I could. As I crossed the state line into Connecticut, I slowed down and, reaching under the seat, pulled out the bottle of Captain Morgan. I took the last few swallows, then, after tossing the bottle into the back seat, picked up my cell phone. I dialed the main number to Mark's firm, then, after listening to the directory, dialed Jim Howard's extension. I almost hung up, thinking he had left when he answered.
"This is Jim."
"Hey, Jim" I replied, keeping my voice deliberately low. "I think you have a problem."
"Excuse me?" Jim asked.
"Well, you don't, but there's a disturbance in your firm."
"Who is this?"
"Never mind who this is, you need to go down and check on Mr. Phillips. I think he could use some help."
"Help?" Jim repeated. "What is this, a joke?"
"No, Jim, Mark's in trouble, it seems as if," I giggled into the phone. "It seems as if he's gotten himself into quite a bind. Bye now."
Without waiting for a reply, I hung up the phone. I went to put it away, then, looking at it, changed my mind. Rolling down the window, I tossed the phone out onto the highway. I rolled the window back up, then, after turning up the radio, pushed my foot down on the gas and laughed delightedly.
After years of struggle and heartache, I was finally free.
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Authors note: Next up Dark Days Part Three. As always votes, comments and feedback appreciated. Three chapters left. Thank you for reading Lovecraft68
- COMMENTS
4chuckssite3 months agoNot enamored with violence from either. Megan has been a controlling bitch with her brother and uncontrolled skank with herself. She wants to destroy herself, not sure how or if it is just her existence or her actual life. Maybe she wants to exist only for booze and drugs. I guess i am still hoping all turns out well for she and Mark because so much of the story tended this way. And, again, love is so much more fun than hate or violence. Can burnt bridges be rebuilt?
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoShe should of pegged Mark, hard, no lube. That would of made things even.
Anonymousover 3 years agoI have never wanted a main character to die a horrible death more in my life. It's a testament to your writing, and it's a good story don't get me wrong, waaaayyyy too many flashbacks tbh but good story.
But honestly if Megan gets a happy ending it kind of ruins any faith in humanity or karmic justice at all. She deserves years in a Chinese torture camp, not happiness.
Even modern Megan is a garbage person.
Again, this is not a critique , absolutely amazing story, the fact that I hate a character this much proves it's an amazing story, here's hoping Mark dips out and finds a good person elsewhere though!
Anonymousover 9 years agoI refuse to one bomb you, ut wouldn't be right.
Can't vote on this either until I read farther along. This one took the cake. I hate megan.
Sincerely.
Alegealmost 10 years agoIt was absolute carnage. I loved every bit. You sir, are really, really talented.
