Journey of a Lifetime

Return and Death of the Devil

A new year was upon us again. Joe was flipping through my journal, looking for inspiration. For something to get a hook against.

"So, who's the one that got away?" Joe asked, reading the notes that sprawled across the pages

"No one, really" I smiled over at him, shrugging off the question. I couldn't tell him the notes were about him. There was only a few people in my life that had brown eyes and loved a cup of coffee. Even fewer that are married. It shouldn't take a mind reader for him to figure it out.

"Seriously? You've clearly described someone" Joe said with a laugh.

"You wouldn't know him" I reply, shaking my head at him.

Joe laughs before strumming a tune to One That Got Away. I watch from the piano bench, enjoying my little life. A gunshot outside took us out of the moment. It sounded close, echoing in the night.

"Zoe, you whore!" a man shouted at my gate, gun in hand

"Who the hell is that?" Joe questioned before heading upstairs, staring out the front window.

A man, draped in black with short curly hair, stood enraged at the gate. "Barnsey, I know you are there. You really thought you could keep running?" he shouted, shooting towards the house.

Running upstairs, I pull Joe away from the window.

"Come on, Barnsey. My darling puppet. My whore" the man continued, shooting again

Oh, he's back.

Shit.

"Joe, head back downstairs" I urge. I can't have this asshole take more peace away from me.

"Who is that guy?" Joe asks as I push him towards the basement doorway

"Joe, you don't want to know"

"Come on, Barnsey. You know I'm so sorry" the man yelled, laughing manically

I never thought I'd hear that laugh again, I was done with being his puppet.

Oh I liked being his little play thing. He gets us.

"Who is it?" Joe asks again

"My nightmare" I grumble, shuttering at the thought of Davey being at my gate.

"If he's going to cause you trouble, I want to know" Joe demands, shoving me out of the way towards the door

"Joe, don't" I plea, grabbing at his wrist

"Let me in, puppet" the man pleas, shooting another bullet towards the house, banging the metal bars of the gate

"I'll get rid of him" Joe smiles, reaching for the front door.

"He will kill you" I growl, slapping Joe's hand away from the door, "let me handle him"

"Let me in you fucking whore!" the man, Davey, yells, shaking at the metal bars

"Joe, I'm serious. Go downstairs, let me handle the piece of shit person that is at my gate. I will be back in a moment" I instruct him

"Fine. But if there's more gunshots, I'm calling the police" Joe says in defeat, raising his hands above his head and heading towards the basement again

It's time to play.

Grabbing my gun from the study/library cabinet, and taking a deep breath, I open the front door. The sensor light shone on him and his greasy curly hair. Gripping the handle of my pistol tight, I close the front door behind me and start my walk towards the gate.