Thunder

Chapter 3-Part 5

I was ready for him. I would kill him. I would destroy him. I would end him. For every pain, every hurt, every bruise, every tear, he would pay, he would pay dearly. He was under the impression that I wasn’t prepared to kill. Good for him, a false sense of security was all that was needed for him to drop his guard even if it was only just for a few seconds.

I inhaled deeply as I pushed down the handle to January’s apartment that she never even got the chance to sleep in. Yet. I walked slowly to her bedroom, her suitcase was lying opened, just as she had left it. I pressed the handle to the en suite down and walked in slowly. I blinked, there was no sign of tile on the wall, it was completely cover in picture after picture of January, some of them I was in, others were clearly from a long time ago, but there was an envelope on the back wall and it was surrounded in pictures of her, some of them she was tied up clearly unconscious, another on a bloodstained mattress, each of them she looked completely and utterly helpless, as if he could do anything to her. I ripped the envelope of the wall and opened it. Directions. I ran out of the apartment as fast as I could and clambered into my car and floored the pedal.

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I cut the engine to the car off and smirked to myself, Harry would be here soon then the read fun would begin. Just needed to prep everyone else and then it would be all systems go. I paused before I entered the house and thought all the moments were leading up to this moment now. I would kill the girl I had once loved. I shook my head. No, I thought to myself, she did this to herself…

“So Darren,” the prison psychologist said pretentiously, she was young enough, I’d say mid thirties, she had a sheek black bob and wore thick rimmed glasses and had applied to much red lipstick, the sign of a woman desperately wanting to be the femme fatale, perhaps she had a boring love life or had married the wrong man at the wrong time. It was my examination on entrance to the prison, “let’s talk about you.”

I glared at her, what was there to talk about, I was in prison for a crime I had been just in committing.

“Come on Darren,” she almost pined, leaning forward so I could see right down her low cut shirt, she wore a black lace bra underneath, I had been right about the femme fatale, I wasn’t unattractive and she had probably figured that in a prison I would go with the first piece of meat put in my direction. But no. I would save myself for one last go with January. Of Course.

“What?” I said, leaning back in my chair and raising an eyebrow at her, this practically made her simper. Wow, she was desperate, trying it on with an alleged rapist? Maybe she liked the danger of it. Maybe I could use her.

“If,” I said, leaning forward, her eyes lit up, “I open up to you, could you do something for me,” I gave a slight wink and she bridled, “I need you to get a message to my…my brother,” my brother could own an agency specializing in undercover operations…she didn’t know that, “contact this company,” I indicated to her notepad and she handed it to me, I scribbled down the number, “tell him I need to see him,” then I would be able to know what she was doing and when, plot to take everything from her, like she had taken everything from me.

“So,” she said, taking the notepad back, “why did you do what you did?” I leaned into her and rested my elbows on my knees an placed my hands at my chin like I was praying.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that if anything ever tries to take them away you have to act, have to keep them with you always because they’re the reason you get up every morning?” She scribbled hurriedly, “and then one day you come home and everyone is saying she is having an affair and everyone knows, and then she tells you it’s not true and you have to believe her because you just love her so god damn much, and everyone, everyone calls you a fool, an idiot but you just wanna keep her because losing her would mean you lose everything you ever had in your life.” My breathing was getting heavy, “and then you see him.” I remembered seeing him for the first time, with that fucking whore hanging off his arm and he paraded her about as if taunting me. “He could have anyone he wanted at anytime he wanted and I couldn’t and that made me want to be sick, and he stood there with his perfect hair and dimples grinning like an idiot but maybe January didn’t want him, I could delude myself into that and then I told her I was happy now and she blamed me that I needed proof and then stormed off to the bathroom to see Harry and I knew what was going on I just needed proof and then I got angry and then she told him I was hurting her, I didn’t want to hurt her, he made me do it, he turned me into this.” I looked up at the woman, anger coursed through my veins, “then she says, she’s leaving me, and I can’t let her go yet because…because I was going to propose when I came back from my trip and now I couldn’t because she was going and she got him to help her, and then she had the nerve to make me get out. And then I take back what’s mine and she calls the cops, and now I’m here.” I looked up at the councillor.