For You To Love Me...

3 ~ Lies and Truths

I peaked into the window and put my gun up. I aligned the sights up with what could very well be the next victim of my wrath ... one of no escape. Just then though I noticed the tree in the corner of the room with decorations and what seemed to be presents underneath. The joy on the faces of the kids and smiles big enough to light an entire room. I looked around the room absorbing this house I once lived in. The one with black shutters and white walls, rose vines climbing upon the wall, and a cobblestone walk way leading up to the black colored door with the rusty hinges. Inside of the room my unwanted company stayed was red walls with the picture of my mother painted by a master of the arts hanging right above the cobblestone fireplace. The couches were now a nasty brown, but the old ones that used to be in there place were black with white pillows and a red blanket. The carpet was the same black bear rug imported from America were a lot of the black bears roamed. The chandelier went by untouched only cleaned up a bit for there were no cobwebs on any part of it now.  The glass was from Germany and the gold from Africa.

My house was a mess of things from different places. I noticed that I had spent some time day dreaming about the finer things in life when they family had swiftly moved on to opening up the gifts under the huge tree. In the opposite corner sat a chair which I was now sure held a man of great age mabe a grandfather. I looked beyond the chair and noticed that the children who were now pleased with there gifts were having a ball with the toy trains and wood dolls they had received and started climbing up the stairs claiming that they had to play now where they're mother insisted later. As I looked even closer trying to come to a realization as to whom has taken over my house I realize that the mans hazel eyes, crocked smile, and brown hair were all Richards. The woman rushed to his side and he climbed the stairs and came down with the little boy in his hands. Richard soothed the boy like he was supposed to do our own but now he was  doing it to this monstrosities.

The blond haired blue eyed beauty was at his side once again with ice. He put on his boys foot he must have jammed his foot on the door going into their play room with the toys. He gazed out and seemed to look directly at me. What was I doing? How could I be so careless after all this time? All I wanted was him back. Now he has escaped and he has spotted me. Instead of coming outside to check and see he is now gone and back to his kid after he makes sure that the clock is on time claiming that the boy must go to bed soon. He tends to his boy a bit more and then sends him off to bed along with his mother to make sure that he gets to bed with medicine and water in his system.

I was so clueless as to what I was supposed to do? This was supposed to be easy. To ruin his life and take him back to give him a better one. Instead it is hard to make the decision to continue to go on but I do. I have to come back with a better plan. I did have to some how make him realize that I was there ... watching his every move. Stalking him. I walked around back. I knew I could climb the 7 feet to the balcony, but was it the move I wanted to make. I was not going to torcher the kids just the mom... and Richie.  I climbed trying to be as noiseless as possible. I entered the open window... did they have no brain to think for them. Whatever this makes my job easier. I went into the bathroom and spilt the powder my mother had given my from China. In it I decided to write what I thought was most appropriate seeing as they had left the window open.

                     Make sure to lock the windows and doors,

                     would'nt want poor wifey to die.

                                               Love, E. Your soon to be wife

In the morning that was a guaranteed scream from wifey number 4. Its OK though that was just the beginning that writhing sound that calms me so. It will be heard better in all my later acts. I felt my blood pump and i start to sweat, but i am not nervous. I am excited. I cant wait. I wish that the sun would come out already but for now i must go. Don't worry i will be watching him ... every waking second of the day.