thanks!
Luve,
~Crystal
I’m Not a Bad Person
Usually you
hear the story for the investigators, the people around town, or the news
anchor with every hair in place and her perfect make-up and gorgeous clothes.
Well this time, it’s my turn. Yes, I killed him let’s just get that out in the
open right away. But you know what? Killing that cheating bastard doesn’t make
me a bad person. I’m just assertive and I told him I wasn’t going to put up
with his antics anymore. The police will never figure it out, so this is just
between us. You had better not tell a soul, alright?
Did you see
the red Porche parked in his driveway this morning? That might be my favorite
part. The whole town figures the widow has a lover. In fact, until we met, you
probably thought that was why he wanted a divorce, right? The younger woman
couldn’t possibly have been in love with the overweight older man who mixed
drinks for a living. She must have married him for his money; that’s what you
thought, didn’t you?
Let’s get
one thing straight. That expensive car in the driveway is titled to a dead man.
The woman inside that house is crying her eyes out. She had no idea about the
car, she couldn’t understand the divorce request, and she didn’t care a bit
about how much money Phil had or didn’t have. I suppose that’s not a fun story
to circulate about town, so you can keep speculating all you like, but I’m
going to tell you the truth.
Phil and
Gina were a little odd together. I knew it the first time I walked in to the
dimly lit bar at the entrance to their restaurant. Gina didn’t know me, but
Phil recognized me immediately. He never let on that we had once been more to
one another than simple acquaintances. He had gained a fair share of weight,
lost quite a bit of hair, but truth be told the restaurant looked better than
it had in well…forever. I figured Gina was good for him although I wasn’t sure
how those two ended up together.
I was told I
had aged well. There were times recently I had even been carded for scotch.
Phil and I were the same age and you would have guessed him to be Gina’s father
instead of her lover and husband. She knew the ins and outs of the business and
had given the joint a woman’s touch. It was cleaner and looked classier than I
expected. The twinkle in Phil’s eye was enough to make my stomach do
cartwheels, but he sure wasn’t much to look at anymore. Gina didn’t have much
of a personality, but her body was decent. I guessed her at a size 9/10 with
ample curves and just the right amount of cleavage peeking out from her uniform
top.
I enjoyed
watching them as I sipped my scotch and perused the menu. Phil was wearing the
same get-up he always wore: white button up shirt, tie, and jeans without a
belt, cheap shoes, and a green apron. He had long ago traded in his Rolex and
gold necklace and wore a single piece of jewelry – I thick silver wedding band.
He no longer moved swiftly behind the bar as he had in his younger years. He
moved rather clumsily – Mother would have said he ambled around and I would
have to agree. However, my drink was smooth and the smells emanating from the
kitchen were undeniably delicious. I stayed the better part of the night,
sitting alone at the bar just taking it all in.
My phone
rang just moments after I left and I smirked knowing exactly who it was and
what they wanted.
“You know I want
a divorce, right?” said the flustered voice on the other end of the line.
I replied
smugly: “You’ve been saying that for years” and put a gloved hand back on the
steering wheel and headed into the busy section of downtown.
I took a
drag of my cigarette enjoying his frustration.
“You know
you’re not good enough for either one of us, don’t you?” I asked as I stopped in
traffic waiting patiently behind a truckload of teenagers.
“Um…well I
didn’t age as well as you did, but what do you mean either one of you?” he was
fumbling his words and likely fumbling with those bottles as he ambled around
like an ox behind the bar.
I shook my
head and answered coyly “I just wanted to see how you were. Nothing more.
Nothing less.”
Well I won’t
get into the gory details, but we had once been lovers, you’ve probably figured
that out. I tried everything to make Phil love me. The Porche? I bought it for
him. The restaurant, yup – that too. No matter what I did, it was never enough.
He was happy making love to me as long as no one knew. I had a hunch he hadn’t
changed. Whether he had asked Gina for a divorce or not, I knew he was
incapable of being faithful. It was apparent she loved him, and he probably
told her everything she wanted to hear, but I knew he wasn’t capable.
The phone
was ringing again and I answered without saying hello this time. I figured I’d
let the bastard suffer in discomfort. He waited until he was certain I was on
the line before asking if I’d meet him somewhere. I told him to meet me on
Grandpa Road just on the outskirts of town. Of course he knew the place, he had
taken me there on several occasions to do nothing more than satisfy his own
needs and leave me feeling used and worthless.
I got there
first and parked the Porche where it wasn’t noticeable and I hiked down toward
the cliff overlooking the water. It wasn’t ten minutes later and Phil pulled up
to me. We were feet from the edge of the cliff and the sound of the waves was
soothing. He wasn’t sure why I was wearing the leather gloves when it was still
pretty warm in Wisconsin, but he didn’t seem concerned enough to ask. I sat and
we talked for quite some time before he tried to kiss me. I wouldn’t let him.
Not that I didn’t want to kiss him goodbye, but I couldn’t afford to leave any
trace evidence behind. I pushed him away gently and suggested we take a walk.
That’s when I took off his apron acting as though I was going to seduce him and
I used his own clothing as a weapon, tying his hands behind his back and his
ankles together then stuffing his tie in his mouth to shut him up…for good this
time…
It brought
me great pleasure as I held the gun to his head and forced him back into his
SUV. He fell a few times and had dirt and grass clinging to his face by the
time I got him behind the wheel. His eyes were pleading with me but there was
no mercy to be had. I’m not a bad person, just sick of the lies and deception.
I deserved better and even though I didn’t know Gina, I figure she deserved better
too. There he was, Mister awesome himself, naked and disgraced behind the wheel
of his own vehicle. I couldn’t help but laugh. I reached across him teasing him
a bit as if this was all a big joke and I was going to give him what he always
wanted and that’s when I slipped the SUV into neutral. His eyes widened in fear
as I shut the driver’s door and walked away.
It didn’t
take much more than a tap on his bumper to push the vehicle over the edge. I
don’t really know if he died on impact or if he drowned. I honestly don’t care.
Two hours later, I drove to the grocery store in the Porche and used his debit
card to buy a pizza and some Mountain Dew. I was hoping that would buy me some
time. I never let the cameras see my face so as far as anyone was concerned,
Phil had left the restaurant, stopped a few hours later for groceries, and he
couldn’t possibly be in any danger.
When I left
the grocery store I parked the Porche in the driveway of their house. The
lights weren’t on so I knew Gina hadn’t been concerned. I knew it – Phil was up
to his old tricks. He didn’t care that he had a young hot wife or two small
children – I bet she went to bed alone most nights. Mama always said once a
cheater, always a cheater.
So I guess
now you know. That bastard isn’t missing and she didn’t kill him. It was all
me. I was never good enough, but in the end, who wasn’t good enough?
…3 months
later…
The joint
still looked the same, but since I couldn’t get Gina out of my mind I just had
to stay a while – I guess they say lots of killers return to the scene of the
crime. I guess that makes me a killer “I’ll have scotch on the rocks please” I
asked when Gina stopped over at the end of the bar.
“My pleasure”
she answered and turned away. She turned back quickly and tilted her head “you
look awful familiar, have you been here before?”
“Oh yes – a few
months back. I get to town occasionally on business.” I answered and gave her a
smile and a bit of a wink.
“Ah yes –
that must be why it feels as if we know one another.” She walked back over and
offered me her hand.
….and…
And the rest
is history … that ample bosom and youthful long legs will never be taken for
granted again. I am once again driving the Porche and spending time in the
restaurant I paid for to begin with. The children are adjusting just fine to
having a parent who appreciates them and treats their mother with the respect
she deserves. See? I’m not a bad person … I only made sure someone got exactly
what was coming to them. That two-timing good for nothing is out of the picture
and it is my pleasure to make love to my wife. I don’t know how I could have
thought I was in love with any man, much less THAT man. Since he was so ashamed
of me all those years, I know I’ll never get caught. As far as anyone knows, I’m
the good guy who came to town months after Phil’s death and I’m the sweetheart
who is helping a widow rebuild her life and care for her family.
