Paybacks Are Hell

Annie Oakley

Fear three: Clark had always had a deathly fear of guns. He had never shot one in his life and would flinch at the sound of one, or something similar. When my father brought out the shotgun to just show Clark he screamed like a girl and drove home. Growing up on a farm I was used to guns, and infact had an aim like Annie Oakley. I always pointed this out to Clark and this would scare him. He always claimed that I was threatening death upon him. That was not the case now, but I was going to make him scream and run like a little bitch he is.

I came home from my dads and sat a gun case down on the kitchen table. "Whats that?" Clark asked, eating a bagel. "My dads pistol." I smiled deviously up at him. He took several steps back. "Why?... Why do you have that?" He asked. "I'm just going to put my nickname to use. I haven't shot at something in a long time. And with all this anger built up inside, I think its about time something should be done. Don' you think?"

"You can't shoot me. You'll go to jail." He said getting close to the knife drawer. "Whats wrong clark," I asked rubbing the barrel with my finger tips and walking towards him. "Are you scared?" He looked around the room frantically, "No... You wouldn't dare." I lifted the dun up aiming towards him and then brought it back towards me, rubbing the shining silver. "I love the silver on this. Its so elegant." I sighed and turned away. I sat the pistol down next to the half empty bottle of whiskey and and walked back towards Clark. I got cose to his face. "If you're not scared, come with me to the shooting range right now." Clark broadened his shoulders trying to look manlier, lets face it, he couldn't get any manlier. "Alright."

I shot the pistal and hit the target right in the circle everytime. "Still got it." I smiled. "Any guy better run if he breaks your heart." The guy next to me said laughing. I shot Clark a glance, "Yeah I agree." I stuck the gun in my holder and walked back to where the case was. Just then a big burley guy walked through the shooting area. He carried a large shotgun in one hand and a beer in the other. I walked over to him and hugged him, "Paul!" He hugged me back and smiled, "Well I'll be damn, it's Annie!"

"How are you! Looks like you been hitting the gym." I laughed feeling his bicep. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Clark was becoming Jealous. Although jealousy wasn't on calrks fear list, he hated the feeling of being jealous. I knew this was going to eat him alive and he couldn't do anything about it because he was in a gun range, and he was the one sleeping with someone.

"Who you here with?" I giggled and picked up his shotgun. "Myself." He sighed. "A good lookin' guy like you comes here alone?" I asked

"Never found a girl not afraid of guns. I guess you're a specail kind of girl."

"I agree." I smirked.

"Who are you here with?" he asked.

I looked back at Clark. "A cheater." I scowled. Paul looked back at Clark and frowned. "Like seriously? He cheated?" He asked. I nodded and smirked, "But I've got a plan." I whispered in his ear. I told Paul quitley what I was going to do. He laughed loudly and then motioned me to shoot away. "Really?" I asked shocked he would let me touch his gun.

I had known Paul for a very long time. I grew up with him, I dated him, and even though we broke up decades ago we stayed friends. Paul was a country guy, he lived on a cow farm where they raised dairy cows. He would always come by and shoot guns and arrows with me. It was rare that he let anyone touch his things.

He nodded. I rose it to my eye, cocked it, squinted and shot, dead in the center. Score.

"Damn." He said, most likely still shocked that after all the time in the city I still had it. Suddenly Clark stepped in, "I think thats enoug." I looked at Clark, shocked that he would say such a thing to someone as big as Paul. I shook my head and smiled, "no no. Go back to the wall where you came from. We're just old friends, its not like I'm SLEEPING with him." I said shooting him a look that could kill. He still stood there with his arm across my chest. I swung around the gun towards him and he yelped like a puppy dog. Me and Paul both busted up laugh and then went back to talking and shooting

Clark began to walk home and I called him to tell him not to come home

"Why?"

"Because I changed the locks on every door and you are no longer welcome in the home I pay for, My house." and hung up. I guess he didn't believe me because when I arrived home later that night he was sitting on the porch. He stood when he saw me, "I'm tired of your shit." he said yelling and walking briskly towards me. "Then stop sleeping with other girls when you have a family." I said. "You need to stop terrorizing me AND Carrilynn. That stunt you pulled with buying her that ring, that was sick." I smiled. "Did she like it? I thought it would remind her of you."

"What does homewrecker have to do with any of that?"

"Well one, thats what she is. Two I had it made from all your gold medals. Same with the jewlery I got myself. I showed him every little thing. "I figured since you were going to give her my wedding earings I should take something of yours and make it something of mine. What were you going to do with those dusty things anyway?" I laughed walking up the concrete path. Clark still stood by the car. He then began beating it with his feet and fists. He took a near by garden hoe and smashed it through the windsheild. I stood with my arms crossed, still smirking. "Thats fine."

He stopped. "Oh yeah its fine. Its what you deserve you crazy bitch. Try to drive this to work now."

"Well first, I want you out of my house by midnight. Second, I sold your car, so I will be using the money I got from your car, and buying a new one. Thanks for keeping it in such good shape too! I got more then I payed for it." I smiled. "You evil son of a bitch you did not."

I nodded. He gripped the garden hoe and walked towards me. "You're going to hit me?" I said still standing there. He got inches away from my face and breathed down on me. "You better pay for everything you've done." He shoved me backwards and I grabbed my pistal from the lace garter underneath my dress. I cocked my head sideways, "Push me again bastard." He backed up, eyes wide but then accepted my challenge. He marched towards me and swung the end of the garden hoe. I shot the gun down at his foot and ducked. the bullet skimmed the side of his calf and lodged itself in the car door. He fell to the ground in pain. He laughed, "You crazy bitch. Everyone is going to think you're nuts. Threatening my life, shooting me, you'll go to jail." I shook my head. "I had set up camera all around the perimiter of this house. They will all see it was in self defense. Also while you were out with you fuck buddy I was out doing my own things. Everyone I talked to about selling things of yours, knows all about your skum schemes. Just give it up and you wont be a sorry son of a bitch."

Just then a cop car pulled into the yard and my first instinct was to run. Instead I walked the officer into the houses and had him watch the footage. They then took Clark away in a cop car. I waved with my fingers as he glared at me through the window. I put up my pretty finger and stuck out my tongue like a young child. He would come home soon, because I would bail him out. He wasn't going to get away from my grasp just yet. Not after all the bullshit I went through for him.