** This is a little excerpt of my life that took place in the year 2002. The story is true to my memory and feelings in that moment. Thank you for taking the time to read… it truly means a-lot to me. **
***WARNING!!! Disturbing content!!!***
Maybe It Would Be Best
B walks into my work and orders a beer.
Something is clearly wrong… he is agitated… eyes darting frantically around… he look like he is mourning, upset, disturbed.
I walk over to him…
~ Hi baby, what are you doing here? ~
He smirks… but it is a different smirk than normal.
– I killed your cat. –
I stand there staring at him. This is the second cat…. actually kitten… that he has killed.
I am speechless.
My face is becoming hot and my hands are shaking.
~ How the fuck did you kill my cat? Please tell me it was an accident… ~
– I had the sliding glass door open and went to slam it shut, and the cat darted toward the door and the door crushed it. It just went limp. –
I am ILL. I feel like throwing up… partially because my cat is dead but even worse, because I didn’t believe it was an accident.
I say nothing to him and walk away.
I get home from work and notice one of our towels laying on the sidewalk. My stomach churns. I walk past it and go into our apartment.
B is still not acting right… it is almost frightening.
~ Why is there a towel on the sidewalk? ~
B is trembling, yet he cackles.
– That’s as far as I got with the cat… it’s wrapped in the towel. I was taking it to the dumpster but I couldn’t make it. –
Tears are in his eyes. I feel NO sympathy for him.
~ You had to have done it on purpose B… ~
He stares at me. That odd smirk on his face… tears in his eyes.
– I crushed its throat with my hand. –
OH MY GOD.
With his own hands??
What type of man is this??
If he is capable of killing animals, what else is he capable of??
I am not sticking around… this relationship is over… maybe it would be best if he committed suicide…
Could he kill a person??
Yes, maybe suicide would be best…
© bipolarmuse 2012