The Long Retribution

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Will her cheating lifestyle be exposed?

Submitted: September 04, 2015

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The Long Retribution

By Joseph Logsdon

Kailey stood on the rooftop. Within the next few minutes, she would have to make a terrible decision. She had to keep her secret safe, no matter what the cost. Out of nowhere, a mysterious man had sent her a letter. His name was Angel, or so he called himself. He knew about her, about her former lover, about everything. There was only one option; she would have to pay him the money.

Kailey promised to meet him on the roof of the hotel. It was a quiet, rather unattractive area. The rain drenched her hair, along with every other part of her body. In her entire life, she had never been more humiliated. Under normal circumstances, Kailey never would have tolerated such treatment.

Kailey held her purse, squeezed it tightly. The money was her lifeline, the very thing keeping her reputation alive. As a wealthy, prominent woman, reputation was the only thing that mattered to her. Outwardly, Kailey pretended to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect daughter. Inwardly, however, she was the perfect whore.

Kailey suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. He was behind her, directly behind her. Kailey moved away from him, hysterical in her mannerisms. She looked into his eyes, those cold and unforgiving eyes.

“You’re very kind,” he remarked.

“The same can’t be said about you, I’m afraid to say. Now, the sooner we get this over with, the better,” she exclaimed.

“I agree, totally agree. You give me the money, I’ll give you the pictures,” Angel threatened.

“How do I know you even have the pictures?”

“I don’t have them with me, exactly. They’ll be sent to you, on the condition that I get paid some extra cash,” he huffed.

“Extra cash? I’ve brought you everything I have, that I could ever hope to have. There’s only so much a woman can take, you know. Why do you insist on torturing me? You’ve taken my dignity; what else could you possibly want?”

“No cash, no deal,” Angel chuckled.

Out of options, Kailey struggled to find an answer to her problem. She could see the greed and lust in his eyes. She smiled, seductively enclosing her arms around him. Angel stared at her, baffled by her sudden change in behavior.

“I’m better than money, superior in every way,” she stated.

“Unlike you, money can take me places. Since when has a woman done anything for a man? You’ve been living a lie your entire life. If I had any decency, I would expose you for what you are. I’m bad? What about you? On more than one occasion, you’ve been unfaithful to your husband. It’s one thing to cheat, it’s another to lie about it. Come judgment Day, you’ll get everything that’s coming to you,” he remarked.

“Who are you to judge me? Who’s more dangerous, the whore or the thief? The whore hurts herself, while the thief hurts others. I never claimed to be the best person. On the whole, I’d say I’m a pretty awful person. Does that make what you’re doing right? I ask you, does one crime justify another?”

Angel didn’t say one word. Motivated by rage, he grabbed Kailey and pulled her to the edge of the roof. She screamed, terrified of falling to her death. Hundreds of feet above the ground, Kailey fought for her life.

“Sweetheart, don’t get any cute ideas. I need money, fast and easy money. You’re rich, richer than I could ever hope to be. What you consider small potatoes, could feed my family for a month. Now, you can either pay me, start behaving like a good girl, or I can push you off this ledge,” he exclaimed.

Kailey looked down, the headlights from the cars blinding her eyes. Death was staring her in the face. Her mind was slipping, overwhelmed by the sights and sounds. Angel laughed, sadistically enjoying every moment of her pain.

“Let go of me, right this instant! You’ll get your money, every cent of it. I can give you half now, half later. My husband is gone, won’t be back till Thursday. I could go to my house, grab the money, and be back here in an hour,” she exclaimed.

“Previously, I told you I wanted a quarter of a million dollars. Now, just to be on the safe side, I expect half a million dollars. No more, no less,” he hissed.

“Don’t you worry; I’ll get it,” she replied.

By the skin of her teeth, Kailey managed to escape her blackmailer. She left the rooftop, keen on getting away from him. Kailey would have to keep her promise. From the day she received the letter, Kailey knew the police couldn’t be involved. The second they interfered, the photos would be released. It was up to her, all up to her.

Kailey pulled into her driveway, nervous and incredibly miserable. Strangely, the lights were on. Someone was inside her house. Kailey sat in her car for a few minutes, before finally deciding to go inside. As she approached, she saw a shadow standing in the window. She ducked behind the car, in the hope of catching a glimpse of who it was. As quickly as it had appeared, the shadow was gone.

Kailey approached the house. Something didn’t feel right about what she was doing. She could hear footsteps, all of them coming from inside the house. Disturbed by the strange occurrence, Kailey reluctantly opened the door. The hallway was empty and unoccupied. Kailey entered, unnerved by the sound of the footsteps. They were coming from the upstairs bedroom.

Kailey made her way up the staircase. Did Angel break into her house? Unlikely as it seemed, Kailey had to consider all possibilities. Just on the other side of the staircase, was the bedroom. Easily the most sacred room in the house, the bedroom represented so many things to Kailey. It was where she slept, where she made love, where she sinned.

Kailey slowly turned the doorknob. The suspense was killing her, literally killing her. Her lungs were weak, mostly due to her excessive smoking and drinking. When Kailey opened the door, she finally discovered the truth. Her husband, Allan Henderson, stood in the doorway. He had been expecting her the entire time.

“Honey, what are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” Allan exclaimed, slamming the door behind him.

“Talk? About what?”

“About the men you’ve been sleeping with,” he grunted, grabbing her arm.

“How did you know? Surely, Angel didn’t tell you? He wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t! I said I would get the money for him. He believed me, allowed me to leave with my life. I don’t understand why he, of all the people in this world, would suddenly just decide to call it quits. The money was his, ripe for the taking,” she declared.

“What are you talking about?”

Kailey paused for a moment. She looked into his eyes, legitimately afraid of what she had done. She backed away from him, cornered and out of options.

“You mean, you don’t know who Angel is?”

“Who’s Angel, your new lover?”

“He’s blackmailing me,” she answered.

“Blackmailing you? What for? I’ve known about your numerous affairs for months. I tried to ignore it, put it out of my mind. All those nights you were out, I knew precisely what you were doing. On behalf of the children, I decided not to say anything,” he admitted.

“You mean, all the time I spent worrying about things, was actually a complete waste?”

“Pretty much,” Allan answered.

She suddenly felt something quite different. Kailey began to laugh, harder and faster than she ever thought possible. Her laughter penetrated just about every house in the neighborhood. She fell on the floor, consumed with amusement and sadness. Allan stood above Kailey, perplexed by her strange behavior.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Laughing? Who’s laughing? I’m crying,” she remarked.

The End

 


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