Power of the Pen

Unresolved: A New Years Resolution That is Broken Every Year

He vexed me. Oh, how he vexed me. His audacity towards me, his awful mindset sickens me. I recall that ungrateful look in his eyes and they way they shimmer with hatred. As he became and continues to become powerful in the social world I continue to sink lower and lower. I am fully aware that shall it continue, I will be reduced to a grease spot on the pavement. 

When I met him five years ago, I was only a lass working as a maid for minimum wage at a hotel. It was then that I met him and he seemed, in a way, gentler, less affected by society. Though he still had that thing that made people fear him, made their confidence waver. It was not until the end of that week when I had made up my mind. Something over those past five days had changed in him and I recall it perfectly. 

I entered his room for cleaning and there, laying on the bed, he was twidling his thumbs. 

"Hello," I voice politely and move farther into his room. In an instant, he springs up from the bed and tears apart the blankets and sheets. One by one comes off the foamy matress and plants down on the shaggy red carpet. The beverages on the counter were knocked over in the process, spilling orange pop onto the white comforter and the trash can had also found its way onto it's side. He stepped aside and a quicksilver smile played across his face as he admired his wrongdoing. 

"Sir, if this is how you'll be treating this property then I am afriad-" I begin, but he cuts me off. 

"Clean it, you scum! I am a very profitable business man and what are you? A maid! Is it not your job to clean it?" I remember clenching my fists in the midst of all my rage. "Look, I'll even pay you to clean it." He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a quarter, handing it to me. "So generous I am, Miss. It is probably more than you'll see in a month!" That said, he walks out of the room, leaving me to clean up his disaster. 

The next day was New Year's and I already planned my resolution. I was going to kill this man, get it over with once and for all. That very night after New Year's Eve, I sneaked up to his room, a kitchen knife held steadily in my hand. I slid the card into the slot and opened the door slyly. Just inside he lay asleep on the bed and I walked right up to him. Instantly, his eyes flitted open and he rolled out of the way. I dropped the knife and ran, hoping he wouldn't know my face. 

A year later, that man arrived at my doorstep and offered to take me out to dinner for the trouble he caused me many months ago. I hadn't ever imagined he still remembered it let alone feeling guilty for it. But alas, I went only hoping to kill him though, but instead, things had taken an odd turn. That night as he returned me to my house, we had kissed and now on this very day are going to be married. Yet every year I still vow to kill him and every year I break it to continue a much preferred love for him.