The End of the Road (Nibfest/Once Upon A Deadline story)

The End of the Road

So this is the very, very, very ROUGH first draft of the story. I've had three glasses of wine, and it's beginning to go to my head! I'll come back to it tomorrow morning with a fresh mind and make the changes I want... and then edit!

He stood looking down at the street below from the third floor of the building, waiting. It wouldn’t be long before Jason would appear, he was sure of it. Jason had done everything else he had instructed, he wouldn’t falter now.

It was a little less than two hours ago that he saw Jason last. It was at the house Jason had shared with his wife, Beth. A house that was once filled with fun and laughter, a house that he and his wife, Clarissa had spent many nights at, was now burned to the ground.

He watched Jason standing in his back garden as the hot amber flamed licked at the walls. The sound of Jason’s two howling Labradors still lingered in his memory. Jason had wept as he heard his pets begging for help.

The fire fighters had arrived promptly, but it was too late. Petrol fuelled the fire, and it took over the building in minutes. Heat poured out from the building, and he could still feel it pricking his skin. He had watched Jason staring at his house with such great satisfaction it even scared himself. He could barely believe he would enjoy causing someone else so much pain, but after Jason and Clarissa ripped his heart and his seemingly perfect life apart, he had little humanity left. He simply did not care anymore.

Jason had been his friend for almost twenty years. He was the one that introduced him to Clarissa. He was the best man at the wedding. If there was one friend he thought he could count on it was Jason. When he caught him with Clarissa, it broke him. His life was whipped away in an instant, and he was left falling into the darkness.

Clarissa was the perfect wife. She took care of him, cooked his dinner and never complained about him working late. In return, he supported her as she tried to make it as an artist. They worked well together. They were a team and deeply in love, or so he thought. Knowing she wanted another man, his friend, tore his heart to shreds. 

Chic Freak was a shop his wife had adored. He planned to buy her lace lingerie she wanted but when he arrived he spotted her with his best friend kissing on the black velvet sofa. He hated them both as soon as set eyes on their passionate embrace. He was still consumed by the betrayal that all he could think about was revenge. For the last two months he had meticulously planned out how he would make them both pay.

Revenge was what kept him up at night; it was the only thing on his mind night and day. It wasn’t enough for him to just divorce Clarissa and cut off his friend. They had broken him. He was dead. There was nothing else that could possibly make him feel any better. Revenge was all he had left.

Clarissa was dead. Pushed from a bridge by Jason the morning before the fire. He had been present at the time, and he didn't even bat an eye lid as his wife fell into the icy water. Jason had chosen Beth over Clarissa - the affair meant nothing to Jason.

With his wife dead he was free to focus all his energy on his ex-friend, and that was exactly what he did. The business Jason and Beth had built up from nothing, the business he was so proud of, was nothing. It had been signed over to a stranger. A random passer by Jason plucked from Portobello Road who would probably sell it on for hundreds of thousands of pounds.

He didn’t care who it was, though, just as long as it wasn’t Jason’s anymore. He wanted Jason to have nothing left. He wanted him to take everything from him, and he wanted to be there every step of the way.

Jason came into view. He looked exhausted, hunched over, leaning he leant heavily on his knees. A small, almost sadistic smile swept across his face as he saw how down and out Jason was. And in that moment he knew he had done it. Jason had nothing left. His own wife, Beth now knew about the affair. His house was burned to the ground, his business was ruined, he didn’t have a penny to his name, and the only clothes he owned were the scruffy ones on his back.

He picked up his mobile and dialled Jason’s number. It took him just seconds to pick up. Neither of them said a word, but they didn’t need to, Jason already knew what he had to do to get Beth back. Jason had a choice now. His wife or himself.

He hung up the phone and watched Jason reach into his coat pocket. He pulled out the six inch dagger that had been left in his post box for him.

His heart started to race as he saw the light reflect of the blade. Soon Jason would feel as much pain as he had felt when he found out. Jason looked up as if he knew where they were. Perhaps he did, but that didn’t matter. Jason believed Beth’s life was in danger so he would never cause a scene or call the police. Who would believe such allegations against him anyway? He was a respected police officer.

He watched Jason take a deep breath and extend his arm. His heart rate spiked as Jason drew his hand back sharply and doubled over. He closed his eyes and pictured the knife piercing through his skin. He imagined blood gushing from the wound the way it did in horror films. He knew better than that, of course, but he enjoyed the thought too much to allow his what he knew to interfere.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Jason fall to the hard floor and flop against building in front of the station. It was only when his arms dropped to his side that he could see the bright red blood seeping through his clothes. It wasn’t as much as much as he had pictured, but it was enough.

Jason clutched his chest, heaving. With every laboured breath Jason took, he felt empowered. Nothing would take back what he had lost, but the end of Jason and Clarissa’s life healed something inside him he never imagined he would have.

As Jason slumped to the floor, facing the station. His eyes and mouth were open, and he realised it was over.

It was now his time.

Turning around, his eyes settled on Beth. She sat on the chair she was tied to. A cloth makeshift gag stopped her from shouting out. Beth had a good family so she would be okay; he knew that. She deserved a fresh start. After all, she was the only innocent party in this whole mess.

Beth’s tear stained eyes pleaded with him. She had overheard the many conversations he’d had with Jason, and by the terrified expression on her face she truly believed he would kill her if Jason didn’t do exactly as he instructed.

He wanted to comfort her and explain that it wasn’t going to happen like that, but her whimpers and muffled cries were what he needed to make Jason believe he was one hundred percent serious.

He stepped closer to her, and she whimpered, alarmed. “It’s okay,” he said softly to reassure her. “Shh.”

Reaching out, he removed the gag from her mouth. She would need to be able to call for help soon for he wouldn’t be able to let her go himself.

Beth remained silent, too scared to scream for help. He could tell she desperately wanted to call for someone; they were in a top floor room at the police station after all. This was a place where she should be helped. He knew all too well that this room was an oversized store cupboard that rarely saw a single person.

Without uttering a single word to Beth, he turned in the small room and opened the window. The cool air hit his face, and he closed his eyes. This was it. This was the end of the road. He stepped onto the ledge and jumped.