Two days ago, I saw my wife locked in a love sandwich with my two best friends.
Today, we’re in my convertible driving to a remote location in the desert.
“So, why the road trip?” Jennifer asks.
My voice is perfectly neutral. “We have to talk about something.”
“What?”
“I know what happened with Troy and David.”
Even before her mouth opens, tears betray her guilt.
“What did they tell you?” she asks.
“They didn’t tell me anything. I walked in and saw it with my own eyes. You were just too busy getting double-stuffed to notice!”
“Pull the car over,” she says. Her voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”
I slam my foot on the gas. It throws her back in the seat and I chuckle as she screams.
“We’re not there yet.”
“Where are you taking me?” There’s a childish whine in her voice.
She really believes I’m going to kill her.
I do a doughnut in the sand, wheels screeching, dust kicks up all around us and she’s gripping the door handle so hard her knuckles are bone white. Finally, I bring the car to a stop and jump over the side of the door. As I glare down at her, Jennifer slumps down in the seat looking unsure whether she should run or scream.
This far out in the desert neither will do her any good.
“Don’t hurt me,” she pleads. “Please, you don’t know the whole story.”
“I don’t care,” I say as I pull the gun from my pocket. “You hurt me in a way that’s never going to heal.”
She screams again.
“Oh, shut up. I’m not going to kill you.”
“W-w-what?” She asks through wracking sobs. “What are you going to do?”
Slowly, I bring the gun up to my mouth and lock my lips around the barrel.
As my finger tightens on the trigger, her eyes widen in dawning horror.
Even as I prepare to die, I smile knowing that the guilt-ridden memory of my bloody brains splattering across the sand will haunt Jennifer the rest of her life.
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©2009 Sean Michael Smith
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May 5th, 2009 at 1:22 am
Pure Evil! Bet Jennifer regrets her love sandwich when she has to drive back across the desert with brains dripping from the windscreen
May 5th, 2009 at 5:21 am
Thanks Graeme. I fully admit this isn’t one of my best stories, but there was something about the idea of a worse horror being traumatizing someone rather than killing them that I found too interesting to resist writing about…
May 5th, 2009 at 6:30 am
Love the story. Nice twist at the end and very wicked. To have a threesome with a guys two best friends is pretty bad, borderline psychopath, depending on the rest of the situation. If she is a psychopath, then the main character’s desired effect was probably not achieved. Nothing wrong with the story, though. It just really made me think about what went on after the story. Good job.
May 5th, 2009 at 7:04 am
So, there won’t be a second date I assume.
May 5th, 2009 at 8:03 am
Yep, I’d say that would do a number on her.
May 5th, 2009 at 9:07 am
I really liked this. I wasn’t sure what to think was going to happen, but the ending was a surprise. Watching him shoot himself will definately do a number on her….and, um, kind of iffy when she tries to explain what happened to him to the police and other interested parties.
May 5th, 2009 at 9:47 am
Thanks everyone for the encouragement. I ALMOST didn’t publish this story because someone very dear to me said it was “complete trash.” Glad I didn’t listen.
May 5th, 2009 at 11:37 am
Ok I can guess who that was.
May 5th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
That was really an unexpected ending…well done, Sean!