Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Thirty

Did I say that I shot my ex-boyfriend? Oh, no. The bullet missed by a mile and instead dug into the wall, creating a small hole. I missed Marty on purpose. He would die when I was good and ready. He would receive some of the pain that my husband endured for most of his life.

Marty glanced at the hole, and then back at me. His mouth was open wide. His fingers were twitching, and his legs were trembling. The fear that was claiming his body reminded me of Caleb. I was never there when he was abused by Ava and my cousins. I could only imagine how frightened he was. Did he act like a young child? Did he plea for mercy? What made the abuse worse was that he did not deserve it. No one deserves to be abused, not even a person who was as sweet as Caleb.

"Are you out of your flippin' mind?!" Marty shouted at the top of his lungs. "You almost shot me! You ruined your wall!"

"Damaging the wall is a small price to pay to give my family some peace," I replied. "You caused my husband pain, so it is only fitting that you meet the same fate."

He slowly raised his hands. "Look, Cindy. I know what me and Diversity and Destiny did to him was wrong. I said sorry and mean it."

"You do not mean it. I can tell by your face and how you say your words that you are not sorry. You are lying through your teeth. That is how I know that you lied that you did not abuse Caleb the night of the accident."

"You believe Ava, a villain who has had appearances from book four to now and even has a book that surrounds her, over me, a young man whose first appearance was in this book?"

"I do not want to choose you or Ava. You both are despicable characters who should be locked up until the end of the book series, which will not ever occur because Ava is a great villain. And this series may never come to an end. Readers will be inspired by our writer's work and write fanfics about us. They had better not ship you and me. If they do, I will invade their nightmares. I know where they live after all."

Usually when I am ticked, I will not stay to a topic.

"If you think that I had a part to play in Caleb's death, you are wasting time. I was completely oblivious that Ava tampered with his medicine. I was minding my own business that night."

I was now aiming my gun at his chest. "Did you attend the party?"

"Did you see me at the party, Cindy?"

"No, I did not."

"You have your answer. And even if I were at the party, what proof do you have that I abused Caleb?"

A blue diary with a dark blue heart on the cover was lying on the glass table. I had already unlocked it and opened it and flipped page after page. Marty quickly made a move for my gun, but I was quicker. I kicked him where the sun does not shine, and he cried like the baby that he is and sank to his knees. I found the page that I was searching for and read it to him. It was dated the day that the accident occurred.

I had on the smile of satisfaction when I was finished. "This is Caleb's diary," I said. "It was in the car when the car flipped. He must have written it while he was in the car and crying."

"So that is how he died," Marty said. "No writing and crying while driving."

I shut the diary. "My husband was not that careless. He was not careless at all! He suffered more because of you!"

"I do not know why you are angry at me when you should be angry at Ava! She is the one who caused his death!"

"You got me there, Marty. You are innocent when it comes to his death. But you can blame yourself for shaming him for what God created him to be!" I wanted to sob, but I fought back tears. I could not show my ex-boyfriend my weakness. "I want you to tell me."

"Tell you what?!"

"Tell me what Caleb did when he pieced it together that you were there to abuse him."

"I really wish that you would not do this to yourself, Cindy."

"Explain it to me. Down to the last detail."

He slid his hands in his pockets. "If I refuse?"

"I shoot you, and you die in this very living room. And if you try anything, I will put a bullet in your heart."

"Do you not mean your head?"

"You tore Caleb's heart apart. What you did to him should happen to you."

He let out a whoosh of air. "I guess that you deserve the truth because your husband was taken too soon." He took in a deep breath. "Caleb had just gotten over a panic attack. He was by the bathrooms when I approached him. He attempted to make a run for it, however, he did not get far. I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. I said some not-so-kind words to him, and he broke down in tears."

It was a challenge for me to not cry.

He continued. "I punched him in the stomach and muffled his screams. Caleb whimpered and sank to the floor, lying down. I asked him if he had any last words, and he promised that he would not tell on me if I left him alone."

"Please...please tell me that you left him alone."

"I...I could not."

"Why not?!"

"He stole you from me, Cindy! His last words were sickening. He was calling for you. He wanted you."