Vera

The Bad News

One month has passed since Vera was brought to the hellish cabin, and many things were happening in the town of Potteria.  Five weeks ago, her father was reported missing by his secretary.  The police were sent to his home, and when there was no one to be found, a formal investigation began.

The case was of the highest priority.  Police officers spent hours searching for them. Forensic experts were summoned to scrape up any shred of DNA they could find in the house. News reporters demanded answers, but there were none. 

The captain admitted that whoever was responsible was no amateur. They knew exactly how to get rid of evidence.  He feared the family was already dead, but he put on a facade for the public until enough time passed for them to forget about it.

Most of the citizens of Potteria did forget about it after the next tragedy came along. Gregory Leigh was replaced by another judge, and the police cut their searching efforts by seventy percent.

The only officer who protested the decision to stop the search was Jordan Nichols. She believed it was too early to make that call. But the captain insisted that she hold her tongue and do as she was told.

Vera was unaware of the latest updates, because she was forbidden to watch the news.  Before Victor left for work each day, he ripped the antennas off of the old television.  He didn't bring a newspaper home, and he was very tight lipped about it.

That is, until the night Vera pissed him off.

Victor arrived home from work after a long day of filling out paperwork. He hated having to do such mundane things, and every time he was forced to fill out reports, the anger inside of him was severe.

All he wanted that evening was a nice dinner.  He planned to eat it and go straight to bed; no television, no rough sex.  But his plans went to Hell when he tasted the casserole Vera cooked.

The rice was mushy, and the chicken was raw in the middle.  His blood pressure shot up. He set his fork down calmly, then picked up the plate and threw it on the wall.  Porcelain and casserole flew all over the place.  His fists clenched by his sides.

The time of being nice to her was over.  He was sick of dealing with her passive aggressive bullshit.

"Are you trying to kill me, you stupid bitch!?"  He asked, pulling her off of her chair.  He threw her down on the floor.  "I should end you right now."

She stared down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Is that all you know how to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" Her voice was a bit louder this time. "I can't cook on that stove."

"Jesus Christ Himself could send you a stove, and you still wouldn't know how to cook on it."

"Why did you bring me here?  Why did you have to have me if I can't please you?  I don't understand!"

"That's because you're an idiot."

Maybe you're the idiot..." She mumbled, regretting the words immediately. But then she remembered everything he put her through and decided that he deserved a taste of his own medicine for once.

Besides, if she pissed him off badly enough, maybe he would finally put her out of her misery.  Her longing for death became more intense each day.