Brenda was
beautiful, I kid you not. Everyone
thought so, even Brenda. She knew she
was beautiful since the day she was conscious of the power that her beauty
could give her. So, since she was a small
child, Brenda got everything she asked for.
And she asked for a lot of things.
Some normal but most unusual, she was that type of beautiful. She had a mind filled to the brim with the
good stuff.
Oh yes,
Brenda had it all. Everything that was
needed to make it, but she wanted me. I
was surprised when I found out. Me? Silly, clumsy, stuttering Bill Comet? You would think that with a last name like
that I had something going for me but alas, no.
I was still a virgin when Brenda set her cap for me.
The first
date we went on I didn´t even know how to take her bra off to get a feel of the
real deal. She laughed in my face, in a
nice way I suppose, and just whipped it off, making her boobs dance from side
to side. I never saw anything that I
wanted to feel so much in my life. Her
look said, feel, feel to your heart’s content.
That seems
like eons ago. Now if I wanted to cop a
feel I had to catch her in a good mood.
Something pretty little Brenda didn´t have much of anymore. I knew better than to complain. Wasn’t I married to the most beautiful girl
in the whole world? Bill Comet “the
schmuck” wanted to complain about his wonderful beautiful wife? What the hell was wrong with him?
Well, I
could say, that sweet Brenda wasn´t so sweet after we had been married for
about a year. That if things didn’t go
her way plates would fly, filled with food if possible, vases would end up
shattered on the floor and maybe, let´s make our tantrum special, Bill Comet
would get wonked in the head with a skillet.
I thought
that maybe this was hormonal. You know how you hear about women behaving
strangely because of this very serious womanly thing that men don’t
understand. So I asked her to let’s
start a family. Such a good idea for
marriages that are not going up the hill happily together, to have a baby, this
would make everything alright again.
Beautiful Brenda would smile at the lovely little child in her arms and
everything would look like a fucking rainbow.
Silly me,
silly Bill, Brenda hated the baby from day one. I had to make sure that she wasn’t alone with
the child because by her first year of life, the little tike had had so many
accidents, that I had to go from one hospital to another so as to raise no
suspicions.
Not that in
those hospitals they didn’t know about Bill “schmuck” Comet, who got the shit
kicked out by his wife every once in a while.
Yes sir, they knew me well, stitches, bruises, broken ribs; you name it
I had gotten it. I also got the
occasional too loud laugh behind my back plus the concerned doctor asking me to
go see a social worker about my situation at home.
But one day
Brenda went too far. If I wanted to save
my child from her very beautiful psychotic mother I would have to get some
balls and ask for a restraining order along with a divorce.
Oh “Billy Boy”,
did you think that would stop her? Did
you think that beautiful Brenda would take that humiliation with a pretty
smile? No, she took it with a vengeance.
The baby
and I had moved out three weeks ago, breaking contact with everyone, as no one
who knew Brenda could believe a word I said.
She was beautiful! ¡What was I
thinking?! But me and baby girl where
doing just fine. No stitches, bruises or
broken items around the house. No more
keeping our voices quiet lest mommy get angry.
I should
have known better. I knew, somewhere in
my schmuck of a mind, that she would do something. I just didn´t expect it to be a barbecue,
with baby and me as the main dish.
I woke up
the sound of fire raging through the woodwork, smoke so heavy you couldn´t see
your hand in front of you. I wet a towel
in the en suite bath and covered baby and myself. We were lucky, I had always been careful
about fire hazard safety and the first thing I did was install one of those
little fire roll up ladders under the window of the main bedroom.
When I
opened this window, the fire was eating up the wall outside of it, but a smart
neighbor got a hose when he saw me look out and started drenching the fire with
water in this area. I was able to swing
out the ladder, and with baby clinging to me, we made it out of the blazing
barbecue.
Of course
Brenda was apprehended and sent to jail for attempted manslaughter. They gave her a ten year sentence. Made me breathe again, free as a newborn
babe, a ten year rest for baby and me with no worries about custody, divorce
fights, etc…
***
I did not
expect ten years to fly past so very fast.
She had no parole, so that was another worry off my back. All of my so called friends who said that I
was crazy to have left my so very beautiful wife disappeared into the wood
work. Even her parents didn’t want
anything to do with their grandchild.
After all, wasn’t it I who had tainted their precious beautiful little
girl? How else could she have been
driven to do such a horrible thing?
Surely the baby and I were to blame?
So for the last ten years, life for Bill Comet and his so very fucking
normal looking daughter had been good.
It was
summer time, the heat as sticky as an annoying fly that would not stop landing
on you. I had left my daughter at summer
camp three weeks ago. She was a quiet
kid, not prone to get into trouble, though sometimes in the last three years I
had caught her often looking at me with a strange expression in her eyes. It
made me uncomfortable but surely she was nothing like her mother, I always
repeated to myself, like I said; she was a quiet little thing.
The summer
camp was a simple institution with none of that fancy shit with girls all
decked out in Tommy Hillfinger shorts and shoes, perfect hair and manicures. Uniforms were made up of a white T and brown
shorts, ponytails for girls with long hair and no crap as to what was
politically correct for a girl to do. I
didn’t expect her back till tomorrow morning.
I had
gotten home early to find a letter in the mail box from the sheriff’s office
explaining to me that Brenda had walked free that day and had been deemed ready
to face the world totally reformed. What
the hell did reformed mean?
I put the
key in the lock with a miserly feeling in my gut. Blissful times where over. I knew that with her pretty face she had
taken them all in and there was going to be hell to pay.
Something
was fishy with the house. I stood in the
foyer but couldn’t put my finger on what.
Probably just nerves, I needed to calm down. She had to have learned her lesson; I mean
who wants to go back to jail? I would
start dinner and open that very nice bottle of red wine I had bought last
month. I would even eat it watching my
favorite TV show in my nice recliner.
Oh, you simple ass, if this was your idea of a big night you were in
real trouble.
As I
stepped into the kitchen the feeling hit me again like a flip flop smack in the
face. I stopped in my tracks because I
had just seen something of what was bothering me. The table was set for two. My only nice wine glasses, the chipped china
that I found in a garage sale, my mother’s table cloth and one, tiny, lit
candle in the center.
She was
here, in the house, that is what I noticed strange when I walked into the
foyer, everything was neat, placed in strait lines on the entry table. No dust, no bills lying about, no ragged
tennis shoes, just order.
I started
to shake so hard I pissed my pants. Yep,
big Bill Comet did “we we” in his undies.
She would definitely get a kick out of that. Because not even for a second did I think
that the lovely table set up was a way to make amends. No, she was out for blood again and this time
she wanted me to suffer. No more quick
barbecue “a la Comet” recipes. She had
spent ten years in jail thinking of this day, this moment, planning my demise
and suffering. She was probably
somewhere behind me, in such a good mood that her beauty would be amplified to
infinity and beyond, as our friend Bud would say.
That is
pretty much what I remembered thinking before she bashed me in the head. I awoke to find myself tied to the dining
chair and Brenda cooking up a storm in the kitchen. I was fully naked, my poor mister bald guy
looking pitiful and my ass stuck to the leather seat like scotch tape on paper.
I wish I
could have pissed some more, that is how scared I was. But I almost shit myself when my once
beautiful wife turned around to smile a grotesque crooked smile, from a
disfigured face, on which a horrid scar ran from her scalp to her chin on its
left side.
Beautiful
Brenda had turned into horrid Brenda; she knew it and she blamed me of
course. Who else was to blame than plain
old Comet, whose rocket had never had too much fire power in it to begin with,
so why in God´s name had she ever wanted to play with it. What had driven her to do it, how had everything
gone so wrong in her life? I was to blame; there was no doubt in her mind.
“Hello dear, miss me? I bet you have. All lonely in this crappy house just wishing
for your Brenda girl to come back and put some excitement into your life again”.
While she
was saying this she took the dinner knife from my side of the table and stabbed
me in the leg. Of course I could not
scream very loud with my mom´s fucking napkin stuck in my mouth but I think I
did a pretty good job of it anyway by the satisfied look in her eyes.
“You know,
I have looked and looked in the fridge but I find that like always you have
forgotten to buy any meat. We will just have
to improvise, wont we?” she said.
My bald guy
totally disappeared at her words. I
could hear him saying in my head “yep, nice to have gotten to know you dude, even
if all you ever did was jerk on me a lot”, while he tried to return to where he
came from.
“Oh, how
cute, look at it trying to hide. Don’t
worry little guy we would starve if you were the meat on the table” Brenda
purred.
She went
back to the kitchen and grabbed from the counter the gardens shears. She slowly walked towards me holding me
mesmerized, fearful, with her still lovely icy blue eyes. She got on her knees next to me, never
breaking eye contact, and proceeded to cut the toes off from my left foot one
by one.
Well I
probably hollered for a while trying to do a kind a gig dance on the chair but
hey, it was time to faint anyway and I wasn’t going to be embarrassed for
fainting like a girl or screaming like one.
I think
Brenda cooked my toes, I remember waking a little from my faint and thinking,
damn those smell tasty before barfing up everything I had ever eaten in my
simple life. I tasted every fruit, every
Cracker Jack popcorn, beer, fish, hell… even every Kentucky Fried Chicken I had
ever eaten came out of me all over my sad naked self and the table before me.
“God Dad…
that is so gross” I heard my daughter say through the fog of barf.
I opened my
eyes all the way, swaying form side to side from the pain shooting up my leg,
tears and bile running down my face to find my ex wife and my daughter, looking
at me with a calm manner while munching on my toes on chipped white china
plates.
My last
thought was a disjointed flurry of disgusting smells, painful feelings and
horrid sights before I, Billy “boy” Comet, realized that I packed a lot of meat
on me… especially around my middle.
“Don´t
worry Daddy, I called Mommy. I was
getting real sick of your cooking”.
THE END
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