Bachelor of Suckers: The Lightning Convert

The Lightning Convert

"I love you," three words I never heard from her for almost THREE YEARS now! 37 seconds left and it would be the third year – and she is not here! S...

I'm here all alone waiting for her to come back home. I'm waiting till the dawn. I'm waiting even if my flesh fades to bones. Wait, that was poetic. But it's gonna be our 3rd! Sh... Argh!

Here I am, straightly glaring at the door with arms locked at my chest. 5 seconds, 4 seconds...

THREE... Sh...

TWO... Shi...

ONE... Shiiiiii!

And the door opened letting this beautiful girl inside with the darkness of the outside. Long golden curly hair, ageless face and body, and that cursed smile which just turns my anger to a sunny day.

"B.S!" I whispered to myself.

"I heard that," she gently called as she was fixing herself even without a mirror.

MIRROR, our house has no mirror. I just quickly grabbed my phone, pretending I'm reading eBook (and I don't really like reading).

"Uhm, B.S., Bachelor of Suckers," I said to pretend like I don't really wanna curse but she looked back at me like I've hurt her. What the, well, uhm! I just smiled like a fool. Now she's gonna kill me.

She grabbed something from her pocket and walked fast towards me. Ok I'm dead.

Now this is another creepy thing. The house has no mirror, the kitchenware are mostly silver, she could wear anything but never just goes out during the day unless she does her 1-hour "ritual", and that creepy smile of hers that just change everything literally. Now there's this necklace. Haha! It's silver again... AGAIN! *Sigh *tss

But I still love her like my life would suck if she ain't with me. Of course, I hugged her right away so tight that she also held me in her arms like my spinal column and my chest bones are gonna break literally.

She's literally stronger. She even carries me to bed easily when I'm too drunk. Why haven't I realized all these after so long? What the f...art. Oh she hates me cursing!

Did somebody throw a can?

BOOM! A blinding and deafening explosion just destroyed our hardly earned house. A drop of tear rolled when my vision got blurry that I couldn't find where my wife was.

"Whaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuu," an ever soft but cold palm covered my lips before I could utter a curse.

Awooooooo! A wolf's howl resounded.

As soon as I regained clear vision, there I saw the face of my wife, still so ravishing but now with eyes so red. What? I immediately led her to the kitchen to get anything I could for she could have been hit on the head or what.

"Baby, I'm okay! This too shall pass," my wife assured me.

What the well! I immediately let her sit down. I'm gonna see who this motherpusher messing up with us is. I grabbed my 1986 double-barrel caliber load and shoot shotgun. I'm too proud and confident with this ancient weapon. Shirt!

Out of the rubbles of our house, the large round moon shines upon my wide oily forehead.

"Heeeeey!" I yelled like a mad dog barking anywhere. BANG! I shoot upward. Wow, the gun still works! My ego has been boosted.