[Fuzzysabeast]: 282.Not so Sweet Revenge

Not so Sweet Revenge
       

   So many years ago I watched as my mother was beaten until she quivered in fear, nothing more then a bawling mess hunkered down on the bathroom floor. It wasn’t only her he beat, but my brother and I as well. Never would he lay a hand on his own daughter. I spent many days at school in the principal’s office, lying as she asked me questions as to how I had received a black eye or a swollen lip. Though I had lied to her, the principal always looked at me with a knowing gaze and a sympathetic smile, as if she knew the truth.

I somehow made it through the days at school, only to have to go home and accept another beating from that evil man. One time I tried to run away, but that only made things worse for me. When he finally found me, he beat me with a wooden spoon till it broke in half! The very next day he was bathing me when he shoved me under the water and told me, “If you ever run again I’ll kill you!”

Somehow my mother found the courage to tell my grandfather what was going on, which eventually caused my sister’s dad to finally leave. After so many years, it would seem like I’d be able to just forget it all, but I couldn’t, not after what he did to me. My mind continued to reach back and pull those memories into plain view for me to watch like an old home movie.

At work one day I overheard a couple of girls talking about getting even with one of their cheating boyfriends when the thought of getting revenge for all the beatings I took from that man occurred to me.
After I got out of work, I checked the phone book until I found his name and address, and was surprised to find that he only lived six blocks from me. On my way home I stopped on the road outside his place and took a look around. I was surprised to find that he lived in a very run down looking house, the paint flaking and falling off, shingles missing, and most of the windows had dings and cracks in them. The house itself was on a corner lot surrounded by trees and bushes on all sides, plus the back and side yard had an eight- foot privacy fence.


Instead of going home I stopped by the local drug store and pocketed a bottle of weight-gain supplement, but bought a bottle of aspirin to make sure that no one suspected me of the stealing. Once I arrived home, I sat down to decide how and when I would sneak in to swap the pills. After I had contrived my plans, I poured myself a glass Jack Daniels and drank myself to sleep in front of the television.

The next week I dressed in a black jogging suit and drove to my sister’s dad’s place. Before I got out of my car, I donned a black ski mask and leather gloves to complete my disguise. I slipped into the back yard and crept to an open window to have a look inside. The place was a cluttered mess; everything from clothes to trash littered the floor. I only hoped that I could get in and out without being observed or caught.

I waited for what seemed an eternity before I decided it was time to get in and get this over with. After I had slipped in through the window, I remained crouched in the darkness listening for any sign that someone might be headed in my direction. When fifteen minutes went by with no sound of movement I crept out of the room and into the hall and looked for the bathroom. At the far end of the hall I caught a glimpse of a shower curtain and instantly made my way down the hall and into the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom I opened the medicine cabinet and was startled when a pill bottle fell out onto the counter. I stopped breathing, hoping and praying that no one had heard me. I quickly grabbed the heart pills and emptied the contents into my pocket then carefully refilled it with the weight-gain supplements. After I had replaced the pills in the cabinet, I turned and quickly made my way out the same way I had come in. My car couldn’t have gotten me home any faster.

The very next week someone came in and began telling my boss that some old guy had mistaken his heart medicine with a weight-gain supplement and had died of a massive heart attack. At hearing this I smiled and yet for some reason I felt an extreme amount of guilt and displeasure for what I had done. My revenge was complete but the hurt was far from over, especially after talking with my sister on the phone, just hearing her weep tore me apart. I guess that getting revenge wasn’t worth it because two months later I was confined within the walls of a mental institute, diagnosed with severe depression, chronic schizophrenia, and suicidal tendencies.

Copyrighted and written by Jason Howe