I got to her house around seven. I’d come straight from work and was still in my slacks and loafers. Not those nice heavy loafers you get in the military. But the thin, soft leather loafers that feel so good on your feet. She’d called me at five or so, I guess it was, saying he was there. He had come to get his stuff. After a week’s delay he’d finally arrived to collect. I said so what. “Aren’t you glad he’s there?” She’d broken up with him the Friday before, and told him to come get his shit out. He got back from Houston today and seemingly made it top priority. So all should have been well. She said no though. She wasn’t happy he was there. Oh, he’d gotten his stuff all right. But he’d left her some things too. Some bruises.
So now I was on my way. Five o’clock I got the call, five-fifteen I ended the call, and five-seventeen I was tearing up Central Expressway like a burning chariot. There’d be no patient idling this time. She’d dumped him before and I’d stood there on her patio smoking a cigarette, watching them through the sliding door as I leaned against the rail. I’d worn my shades so he couldn’t see the true thoughts in my eyes. She had told me to stand by and make sure he didn’t hit her. I had wondered why this was even a logical threat. But I’d been there for her. And every second it took him to collect his things and throw them in the long red duffel was a second I grew less patient. I could feel anger burning my veins as it pumped through them in place of my already boiled blood.
That was fucking awesome.
I hope to god it was true as well…
Great bit of writing none the less
Jesus christ I fucking love you Spacey.
Edit: Just to say that everything you did was completely right, and to ask if he did in fact ever contact her again or if he stayed away?
This is an excellent story, and if true, I approve of your actions.
I have to admit that I was looking forward to you throwing all of his stuff on the lawn and lighting it on fire, but I guess beating the crap out of him works too.
That was an awesome story. That asshole diserved a hell of a lot more than that though.
Fuck yeah! Now that’s the kind of stuff I like to read about.
Cool writing, if this happened, excellent job! If this is fiction, write a followup.
An excellent read..
Had a bit of a noir vibe to it.
Badass. Thats just hardcore Rambo action, man!
Hello Hakan how are you
Dont care if its real or not. 5 for distracting me from writing documentation at work.
Dude, nice read…well written. It’s like a movie script…really. Congratulation on you kicking his ass. I’m glad you didnt let it go. *thumbs up*
you should write books spacey, and base them all off of events like this in your life, i’d buy every single one of them…
You could have told the same story, better, with fewer words. Plus it didn’t have that aura of reality which was in your dog story. This one was too conceptualized.
Go read a fucking “Highlights for Children”. This story was awesome, you are not.
I was unable to stop reading. Good writing.
Good story. Ignore the critics who have “read too much of x style or y style” because I sure have not and would like to read more.
Awesome story! And if it’s true, then you’re an American Hero and I love you!
Great story, and awesome writing style. I don’t care if it’s true or not.
God damn. Simply amazing and nice work. Hope she gets better.
The OP’s custom title doesn’t suit this situation too well.
Nice story.
Maybe you’re unaware of the story behind his avatar/custom title. He got it for beating the shit out of a guy who hurt his dog.
Way to go Spacey! I wish there were more men like you out there.
Man I’ve been reading your short stories all day now. This one is awesome as hell! It’s like crack!
Keep it up Space!