Her Justice Is Revenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
tragic love story with a bitter sweet end

Submitted: October 24, 2011

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Her Justice is Revenge

 

Something was in the air tonight I could feel it. My head was pounding and my body was aching in places I never knew existed. Thoughts were coming into my brain and stirring emotions which made me a bit crazy. I crept down my stairs to the front door. Opened it slowly and the noise that it let out sent shivers up my entire body. Pushing through it and the storm door I went out into the dark steaming night. I looked around to complete darkness. The street lights had dimmed to a point to where they looked like distant stars. I could hear faint noises coming from the ground. As I walked down the darkened street I could feel something closing in all around me. I had no idea why I was out here and where I was headed. A cool breeze passed by me even though the temperature outside was still in the mid eighties. My sweat from the humidity turned into chills as the breeze seemed to crawl inside my body. My freaked out state of mind kept me walking for two more blocks to the park at the other end of my subdivision. I walked up the paved path that led me into the park realizing I was wearing only a  pair of shorts, with no shoes or shirt. As the paved path came to an end I felt a sharpness in my feet that was puncturing my soles. I looked down and realized I was walking through mulch that was the base of the parks floor.

 

For some reason I sat down on a swing and began moving my legs forwards and back. I realized at some point how young I felt and how empowered I was. Youth was in the air coming from my heart and out of my pours. The swing beside me was moving at an equal pace to mine. I turned to see her smile at me. Her blond hair streaming behind her head as the swings momentum caused it to blow. We held out our hands and met half way interlocking fingers uniting our bodies warmth and feelings. Erin was back with me once again. Our legs stopped moving and our swings began to slow. Once we were sitting still we stood up slowly, never letting go of one another’s hand. I pulled her closer, my left and her right hand meeting up along with our other hands. I could feel and taste her breath on mine. It was a part of me that long since passed on and now was coming back to life. She brought her lips into mine, touching them while simultaneously moving her tongue in past my lip and into my mouth. I felt a tingle, a spark, an arrest of my heart. Her lips were cold and blue, but I didn’t care because the part of me that was long since dead was feeling reborn and full of life. It was as if we had never missed even a second.

 

I pulled back and whispered I love you into her ear. I watched her eyes open a little wider. The smile that was embedded into my every fiber appeared on her face. She stood there without words but I could feel her every thought. We turned toward the lake and headed out of the park. I knew where we were headed unsure of what we were going to do. The landscape around us was all man made and well groomed. Day time a very public place, night time dark and eerie. As we approached I could feel the dampness coming off of the lake. Our hands remained together as our destiny was coming upon us. We stopped once we were knee deep in the water, so I could once again look into her blue, green eyes. Memories from the past flooded my brain. My eyes welled up as I thought of the last time that I saw her. So young. So beautiful. So perfect. While we were together my every dream had come true. The happiest time of my life was also the shortest due to her gone missing. What happened? I wanted to go the rest of the way in with her. I was scared. Unsure of what to do. The thought of continuing our journey haunted my dreams every night. Here it was all over again. A second chance. The scars from the past never go away. They heal and fade in time, but remain and remind forever.

 

 

My thoughts, only lost for a moment made me lose her again. I looked around scared. Being alone again so quickly tore into me deeper this time. I looked out into the lake. I saw a few ripples about ten feet out. I hesitated, but then dove out trying to catch the now fading ripples. I swam hard, and wound up near the middle of the lake. I tried to tread water but I was exhausted from my attempt at catching a memory. Unable to tread longer, I turned around and made an attempt at swimming to shore. My body felt as if it had gained a hundred pounds in just the last thirty seconds. As thoughts of her began to disappear, I started to sink.  As my lungs filled with the dirty lake water, I wondered if this was real or if anything that happened tonight was true.

 

I heard my Dad walk out of his room and out the front door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with alligators on them. I followed him as he walked up the street and went as far as the park. The divorce seemed to go OK for him but I think someone else was having a big effect on him. His emotional state lately was up and down, all over the place. I stopped short of the park just so he couldn’t see me. It was weird he sat down and started to swing. As he increased his speed something strange happened. I don’t know if it was the wind or not but as he held out his hand the swing next to him started to move at the same pace. It was as if someone was sitting next to him holding his hand. I did a double take just to see if my eyes were deceiving me. It seems as though just as soon as it started it stopped. He got up and started walking toward the lake not stopping until he was knee high in the water.

 

Then he just turned and swam deeper and then went completely under  “Dad! What the Fuck?” I screamed oh my God I thought to myself what the fuck just happened. My old man was gone. I ran through the park into the lake. The lake water saturated my clothes , shoes and body until it began to slow my swim. I started to panic. As I twisted around I became disorientated and couldn’t tell where in the lake I was. My father had sunk shortly before I came in and my hopes of finding him seemed to lessen as staying out here became harder. Even if I could find him, he has at least fifty pounds on me and neither of us has ever been the best of swimmers in the world. I kicked my left foot out to stay afloat, catching something with the tip of my shoe. I doggie paddled in 360’s to try to touch whatever it was I had just made contact with. I couldn’t pin point the location of where it was. The longer I stayed out here though the less chance I had at making it back to shore.

 

Erin was with me in this pool of water. We were down from the top about ten feet. Our lungs seemed to be able to take in the water and exhale it out. We looked into one another eyes and she handed me the scarf the she loved to wear around her neck. I remember the first time I saw her wearing it was also the first time we ever met. Now I know the reason why she brought me here. Her silence up until now revealed its reasons. I suddenly felt like I was kicked in the head. I looked around Erin was gone. I looked up and saw something floundering around. I tried to emerge with the weight of the lake and the water inside of me pushing from every angle. I managed to get my head up and out of the water. I don’t know how I did it but after my head came out of the water I started coughing out everything that I sucked in. While treading water, things started to come into focus. I saw what appeared to be a body floating on its stomach not ten feet from me. I went for it, not sure if I was able to manage getting myself out of the God damned lake, let alone someone else. I had to dead or alive, my life or not , I couldn’t leave someone out here. First thing I did after reaching what appeared to be a young man was to flip him over onto my back to get his head out of the water and then make my way back to shore. I’m not sure how long it took , but my life didn’t even seem to have been that long. Once to shore I rolled him off my back and onto his and then I saw.

 

The shock of what had just appeared to me made my body shake, tremble and a blackness came down through my head. I had to shake it off, my son was lying before me not breathing and I needed to act without delay. I hyper extended his neck and then began CPR. I wasn’t sure how muck fluid was in his lungs but I hoped the chest compressions would help to push all of that out. It seemed like a life time which is how long it would take to get this nightmare out of my head but after the fourth set of breathing in air and chest compressions Kyle began to cough up water and breath. As his beautiful hazel eyes came back to life I collapsed on him and began to cry. Without asking I knew why he was out there and would eventually explain the reason why I was. For now I just wanted to get him home and make sure everything was alright.

 

A few weeks have past and Kyle recovered quickly from his near drowning experience. I sat at the table as this early morning eating breakfast with him before school. When breakfast was finished up I hugged and kissed him goodbye as he went off to school. I sat back down and opened up the paper. The headline in the lower right corner of the front page read Bizarre end to a missing Mom/ business woman . It was a week ago today when an anonymous tip lead police to a small lake in Plainfield where Erin Laurson who had been missing for six months, remains were found in the middle of the lake. Erin’s husband Stan was the person of interest and as of yesterday confessed to the killing of his wife with a gunshot to the back of her head and the dumping of her body into the lake. Police site that Stan is in custody and awaits his sentencing.

 

I think back to the days that followed the night at the lake. Kyle had spent the next couple of days in bed sleeping. In the third morning after the incident I sat in his room watching him sleep until he finally awoke. We talked about what happened that night and he understood without all of the details why I had left the house and headed to the lake.

 

Something was in the air tonight. A calmness, a sense of closure. My head was clear for the first time in months. I got out of bed and headed down the stairs. I pushed through the storm door and out into the cool fall night. I walk down the center of my darkened street towards the park. As I approach I once again feel the sharp ends of the bark stab at my bare feet. For some reason I sit down on the swing that I visited not so long ago. I look up the moon is full but my heart is empty. My legs begin to move forward and back. I see out of the corner of my eye the swing next to me starting to move. My spirits lift as I turn my full attention over to the empty swing. I soon realize that the small amounts of movement from the swing are caused by the momentum of mine. I’m alone.

 

That night as I fall asleep lying on my back staring up at my ceiling fan spinning counterclockwise, I dream peacefully of Erin for the first time since the last time that I saw her.  Every moment we had ever spent with one another no matter how small or trivial appeared throughout my slumber. I dream the dreams of a happier time. Then it’s gone.

I look over towards my bedroom window. Stan is standing there looking at me. His eyes glaring at the man that fucked up his family and life. His orange jump suit shining bright as the moon reflects off of it. An eight digit number is visible along with the name Statesville. I see hatred in his eyes, a contempt that only mortal enemies show. He has aged since the last time I saw his picture. There is visible strain everywhere and weight loss is apparent . He makes a move, the moonlight falls off of him and he’s gone.

 

I woke in the morning with last night’s dream still clear in my head. The emptiness that filled my heart yesterday was gone. My head was clear and I smiled as I looked in on Kyle still asleep. I go down to the kitchen fill a cup with ice and pour a Diet Coke. I pull my phone off of the charger, it lights up and I see I have a text message. Her name shows in the screen. I hit view. A headline appears in bold text. Statesville prisoner is found in his bed lying in a pool of his own blood. There was a 6” cleaver knife lying on the prison floor.

Rapzilch  10/24/11  


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