Murderous Mercy

Crook to Crook

     " You know sometimes we can let revenge and hatred eat at us, festering at our souls until it eats you up and consumes you." The old lady took the joint back and said "That's some good shit.", referring to the pot they were  smoking. She took another couple of puffs and made the perfect smoke rings passing the joint back to Julie.
"My  ex husband and I were married for 23 years, we married straight out of high school." Even though we married straight out of high school, he fathered two children and assumed all responsibility since the mother had perished and died in fiery car crash." So since the children were so young, it was as if the children were mine." "Oh, I loved those children," I always kept pictures of their mother visible so they would not forget their mom, it was important to do so." She took a puff or two, passed the joint to Julie, and exclaimed " I'm good, you can take it with you and I'll give you some as a little token.
     "So I thought my marriage was in good shape, we took the kids on vacation, had our date nights so the marriage wouldn't get redundant, out at some point things slipped away." " When the children were at the age where every kid starts to rebel, they were constantly in and out of trouble, one for skipping school, the other for fighting, sometimes the other or both for the same thing." If the kids were taking up for one another their expulsion was tolerated, they thought they were tricking me once". "Every time they would get in trouble they would say that they were taking up for the other." "But this time, the teacher called me and said Ashley, the oldest had in fact instigated the fight. Taylor, the youngest caught on quick that this getting in trouble shit and skipping school was effecting her schoolwork and ruining her chances of getting into a top notch high school." "Maybe that is what drove Derrick away." "He would shout that I should have had my own kids and stop ruining his kids lives. "Those words stung me so bad. How in the hell could he say that shot to me?" "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed at him. "Where the fuck were you when I needed your reinforcement as a daddy?"  "Taylor and Ashley had no real fear of their father discipline wise." " Raising the kids is your responsibility, do I not do my job as a breadwinner?" "I guess Derrick forgot that during the recession I held this family down both on the home front and bread winner." " There is no need to bore you senseless with all the tedious conversations, the heart of the  story is this." She refilled the shot glasses and quickly rolled up another joint. "Ready?" We downed the shots, took a swig of beer. She let out a long sigh and preceded to light the joint.
     I noticed Derrick would come home later and later and then come home long enough to shower and pick out a suit from his Armani collection."
"Derrick was one of the top notch criminal defense attorney in the nation. Licensed to practice in three states, needless to say he was a workaholic." " Our sex life virtually non existent or felt like obligatory fucks." "This went on for months, the one day I was served divorce papers and he wanted full custody of the kids.  Since I hadn't formally adopted them, I had no legal rights to stop this. So I was left heartbroken. It hurt me that he was leaving, but it hurt me more that he took the children." This struck a card with Julie deep in her soul. "I felt dead without those children. So I harbored resentment. I stewed with anger. I woke up mad and went to bed mad. Then thoughts of revenge would pop in my head. I'm not talking about cut your break line shit because that would be to easy. I wanted to witness the same kind of suffering I endeared every Mother's Day, every holiday. So I began to put my plan in motion. I must have spent weeks going over every little detail. Each detail that was planned out exhilarated me. It was almost orgasmic.  My plan was to gun Derrick and little Ms. Tameka down. It was so twisted that I could envision myself looking down at him in his coffin dressed in one of his prized Armani suits. So the Beretta 9 millimeter who  I got from some crackhead was all ready to go. Had my gloves, an extra pair of clothes to change into. See this type of operation took preparation. She looked directly at me as she said this. I got the gun from a crackhead because I didn't want the gun traces back to me, I had the gloves as to not leave fingerprints. Fuck,  I even bought a little bucket to drive to and from. I took precautions sort of like you. Julie looked at the old lady with huge eyes in amazement.  Whoa, wait Julie thought to herself, Did I just hear her right? See, darling, you remind me of myself decades ago. The scorned look on your face said it all. I know you were looking for security cameras. I figured that out or else you would have met my Beretta. The eyes told me everything. I don't know the particulars of your story, and frankly I don't want to. Well that would make me an accessory now wouldn't it? She had this smile that hinted at, you forgot about that part huh?