Returning Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Will he get revenge on his cheating wife?

Returning Home

By Joseph Logsdon

When would her husband return home? Amanda gasped, terrified of his arrival. She had cheated on him, ruining her reputation as a dutiful housewife. Not taking any chances, Amanda locked every door, fearful of what he might do. He had been fighting in Iraq for years, so how could he know about her affair? Amanda pondered and pondered, frantically searching for an answer. He had called her on the phone, sounding somewhat strange. He threatened her life, perfectly aware that she would call the police. Unfortunately, without proper evidence, the police could do nothing for her.

Amanda looked at the clock, certain that he would be home any minute. The wind blew, violently shaking the windows. The night was laughing at her, telling her that she was going to die. She darted from corner to corner, frantic and petrified. When would he arrive? What would he do to her? Overall, Amanda had been a good wife, until she met Roger Peterson. They shared one night of passion, accompanied by one day of romance. As quickly as it had begun, the relationship ended, leaving only memories behind.

Despite everything that had happened, Amanda didn’t regret what she had done. She smiled, proud of what she had accomplished. Her husband was a violent man, capable of just about anything. She had disobeyed him, deliberately destroying his sense of worth. He was a coward, deserving of everything he got.

Amanda paused, puzzled by the sudden silence. The wind stopped, along with everything else. Slowly but surely, a car drove into the driveway, the engine roaring with anger. Too afraid to look outside, Amanda hid behind the sofa, uncontrollably shaking. The car door slammed, followed by the sound of footsteps. Amanda kept her mouth shut, trying her best to conceal herself. He knocked not once, not twice, but three times. Amanda didn’t move, anxiety flowing through her.

“Excuse me, is anyone home?”

The voice, to her surprise, didn’t sound familiar. Come to think of it, Amanda had never heard that voice in her entire life. Relieved of her situation, Amanda walked to the door, gleefully singing to herself. She opened the door, confident of her safety. The man was rather handsome, his beautiful eyes staring at her. He smiled, making every effort to be as charming as possible.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m a drifter, just got back from California. My car, bless its heart, is out of gas. Now, usually in situations like this, I’d go into the nearest town, try to find some cheap gas station. It’s difficult, being a drifter, traveling from place to place, never sure of your next meal. For reasons unknown to me, my phone has stopped working. Seeing as you’re the only person living out here, I have no choice but to stop,” he stated.

“What’s your name?”

“Bob Hopkins, gambler and thief,” he answered.

“You, a thief? I don’t believe it,” Amanda laughed.

“Do you doubt me?”

“You’re just so, you’re just so young,” she exclaimed.

“Youth has nothing to do with it,” Bob replied.

“So, well, what do you want me to do? The phone is in the bedroom, right behind the nightstand,” she informed, gently flirting with him.

“Why would you put it in the bedroom, unless you were trying to hide something? Most people put their phone in the kitchen, not the bedroom,” Bob laughed.

“What are you implying, that I’m trying to seduce you? Why would I do that, when I just met you a few seconds ago?”

“Think what you want, it isn’t my concern,” Bob stated.

“Well, just to show you that I’m on the level, I could take you to the phone,” she giggled.

“That would be fine, just fine,” Bob replied, stepping into the house.

Amanda led Bob to the kitchen, with the intention of seducing him. She removed her jacket, deliberately trying to tease him. Bob stared at her, lust in his eyes. She grabbed his shoulder, unafraid of how he would respond.

“Loneliness is a terrible feeling, wouldn’t you say? We’re both lonely, in one way or another. You drift from place to place, the entire world at your feet. You can have anything you want, you need only ask for it. The world is your playground, and everyone in it must worship you, or else suffer the consequences. With so many places to go, so many things to see, you neglect everyone around you. You end up with nothing, because you never stuck around long enough to have anything,” she observed.

“And what makes you so knowledgeable? No one knows my life, let alone some petty housewife,” he grunted.

“Housewife, am I? You can certainly be rude, for a man who needs my help. I’m beginning to wonder, do you even need me at all?”

“I need your phone, I don’t need you,” Bob grunted, heading for the bedroom.

Bob entered the bedroom, quietly searching for the phone. Amanda followed him, determined to get his attention. She grabbed his shoulder, casually grinding her fingers into his hard back. Bob turned around, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her, no longer wishing to hold anything back.

“Tell me, do you always play hard to get?”

“Tell me, do you always seduce other men when your husband isn’t home?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

Bob pinned Amanda against the wall, tightly squeezing her breasts. She screamed, shocked by what was happening to her. Bob laughed, openly enjoying the moment. She struggled, ultimately regretting her decision to let him in her house.

“Shush, you’ll ruin everything,” he whispered.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“Why, don’t you recognize me?”

“Should I?”

“You’ve been a bad girl, a very bad girl. I wasn’t just fighting for my country, I was also fighting for you. I wanted you to be proud of me, to love me for doing something great, instead of loving me for just being me. I wasn’t enough for you, apparently. You betrayed everyone I’ve ever loved, all for the sake of one man,” he huffed, slamming his fist against the wall.

“How is this possible? You look so different, almost as if you were twenty years younger. It can’t be, it just can’t be!”

“With a little plastic surgery, anything is possible,” he laughed.

“What are you going to do, kill me? You won’t get away with it, not in this day and age! They’ll arrest you, convict you, lock you up and throw away the key! You can’t get away with it, no matter what you do,” she cried.

“Kill you? Why would I want to kill you? You’re still my wife, regardless of what you’ve done. You’ll stay here, isolated from everyone you know, with the exception of me,” he laughed.

The End

 

 


Submitted: July 22, 2015

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