Addicted to the smell like it’s gasoline and texture like honey though not as sticky. I’m eager for a lick, I’m sure it will give me a rush. Vivid playbacks keep running through my eyes. Screeches replaying like a broken record. Not in a rush for my next movement, just want to stand here, savoring this moment.
This time is better than the first even though speaking of the very first time, this wasn’t close to how I felt. Maybe this is the real first time especially if it was a good moment. For some reason I’m happy I recorded it because I feel the need to rewatch it. Again and again. I just want to see it, hear it and maybe I can feel it like relive it.
I turned off the camera that has the big red light and stare into my laptop. It powers on, showing low battery and immediately shuts down. I guess cleaning up while it charges is better than nothing. My anticipation keeps growing but I don’t feel the need to rush. My patience has grown very strong throughout the years.
Glad to be wearing my rubber, damn you’re so messy though and you made it very fun and interesting. Yet I found it a bit difficult to get you here. I kind of wonder why you were mad. I also wonder if you remembered that today is my birthday. Well you didn’t say anything all day. I wonder if you would say something now. I also wonder if you have any idea I was recording.
Having to pick up the broken vase from the floor. A piece had sliced my finger like a rip to a leather sofa. The sight of blood from my finger went quickly to my mouth. Like it was a lollipop. So that’s what that feels and tastes like. I get a text message from your sister asking for me to call her and saying saying happy birthday. If only she knew what happened then maybe that would have been a different message. More than one actually. She would have to just understand. That it’s done and what’s done can never be undone anyway.
At least I don’t live here, that would’ve been really wild. Not too much of a mess, I can say. Temptation keeps getting stronger every time I think about that video. My veins start pumping so I should call your sister. She would break up with me. That will definitely get things off my mind. Instead of her knowing the truth, she asked me to come over, alone.
I feel actually skeptical about that but it would be sketchy if I don’t go. Anyways, what if it’s a surprise party. Unfortunately, the video will have to wait. I have to clean up the bathroom, make the smell go away with cologne and aftershave. I went outside to get in my car and drive to her house. The cigarette that I’m lighting, infiltrated the car. I’ll be dead if anyone gets a hold of that video.
I can expect many things to be said but spilling the beans would be the last thing right now. Once I parked, I receive another text from my cousin to grab a beer for my birthday and I reply see you soon. Not knowing how long it would take. I ring the doorbell to her apartment and walk upstairs. I knocked on her door and I hear running. She opens up.
“HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Judy yelled then kissing me right in the lips.
“I don’t know what to say, thank you.” I said.
She nodded with a smile.
“Why you kissed me? You know I’m with your sister.” I said as I smelled the liquor.
“It’s your birthday. Live a little.” She smirked.
I was speechless about the answer but more curious why she was so happy. She made us dinner and we had a few laughs. Not a person popped out and yelled surprise so I wasn’t jumpy. We went to the living room, had a glass of wine.
“How’s your day so far?” She asked.
“Very unexpected.” I responded.
“Well, expect the unexpected.” She said.
“Cheers to that!” I said.
“Looks like you’re empty.” She said.
Judy fills up our glasses a few times. Is she trying to get me drunk? Does she want me to say something? I got to be on my A game. Watch for what I say. She stands up, drops her dress faster than the speed of light and she’s in a silky bra and panties. Red and black stripes matching. I never seen a body so tone and her skin like sand.
“We both been wanting this for a very long time.” She said.
I observe her up and down, admiring beauty from a distance. I’m taking a few seconds to think to myself. This is expecting the unexpected thing that she meant? Did she plan this? Who’s going to pop up and try to catch me doing wrong? Though I’m really wondering if you guys really think this is a love story now? Well, the video is of me killing her other sister. Though to be honest, she had it coming.
“I don’t think this is right.” I said.
Suddenly, Tiffany jumped out the closet.
“I knew you loved me, Rob!” She said.
We drove back to the cabin I rented and I’m so glad I cleaned up. Judy grabbed the laptop but I told her it was dead. Thank God she left it alone. Tiffany hugged me and hugged me for awhile. We were moving side to side, enjoying this little moment. My shoulder was pulled back and Judy hit me with a hammer. I was unconscious. Noises were heard and footsteps were scrambling. I woke up and in front of me, was the laptop. It was turned on to the video. Judy had tears on her cheek but she wasn’t crying. Tiffany snuck up from behind me.
“You killed Beverly and you recorded it.” Tiffany said as Judy grabbed a knife.
My heart pounded as I stared at the knife.
Judy chuckled as she came towards me and chop off my finger, one by one. She grabbed a lemon that I been saving.
“You know, this will burn the wounded fingers but I have a better idea.” Judy said.
Tiffany grabbed my eyelids and cut them off with scissors. Judy walked over with the lemon, squeezing it into my eyes. The pain, the agony, the audacity.
“Why did you kill her?” Tiffany asked.
“She deserved it like the rest of you broads!” I yelled in pain.
Immediately, Judy took my shoes off. She smashed it repeatedly with a microwave.
I never thought I would go out like this but here I am.
( A short story that I written back in 2023. ) ( I didn’t edit or anything. It’s the raw version. )