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Hiding in the OpenThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Nathan | |
| Friday, 02 May 2008 | |
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Share it:      Nick stood there on the porch. He lit a cigarette and watched the rain falling. He was fascinated at the way the contours of the the concrete that made up the sidewalk, directed the puddling of the water. It was a nice neighborhood. The kind sitcom families live in on TV. If someone had told him that someday he would live in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. He would of chuckled. Where he came from there were no nice neighborhoods. The houses were old houses that were maybe nice long ago, but now were rent houses. Homes for nightshift drug users. It was rough growing up. You were either the bully or the victim. So he chose to be the bully. He was naturally strong, and his home life growing up offered him no sophistication. The funny thing was, it was all a disguise. His life now was a cover up for what he use to be. The people at work all considered him a nice guy, even tempered and a hard worker. The office had that clean smell. His desk was a fine piece of furniture. Leaning on it, as he often found himself doing, he would comment to himself how sturdy it seemed. His violent talents never came into view to his world now. No one knew what he was capable of. He laughed at the office "tough guys". They would tell him how they flipped some guy off in traffic and nothing came of it. He was confrontational earlier in life, now he is only amused by someone who wants to push their will. Today would be the end of the facade. This would be the time everyone got to know the real man. The show was about to start the minute someone pushed the right button. If he had of known how things were going to go he would of woke up much happier. Truth be told he loved it. He relished battle. It began as he pulled into the parking lot at the office. One of his coworkers, Rick, who considered himself a ladies man, had been having an affair with his neighbors wife. He saw the two men talking adamently in each others face. He knew exactly what had happened. This was his friend. They often ran for drinks after work. He knew the guy was sleeping with the neighbor, he knew the woman was cheating on her husband. What did he care? It's like being in prison. You may be in for tax fraud. You may be locked in a cell with a serial killer. Atleast you have company and maybe he plays cards pretty good. You tolerate people who do things you may not agree with, because they offer you something. Maybe it's companionship, or just something to pass the time. Either way his friend was his friend, and that was that. He pulled up behind the too men and seeing them yelling awakened the meaness in him. Nick stepped carefully out of his car, unoticed by the man who was heartbroken about his wife. Rick saw him walking up and had no idea what he was doing. As Rick walked up behind the guy he slipped his belt off and pushed the end through the haliard, creating a lasso. He slipped the belt around the guys neck and spun around dragging the guy off his feet. Rick drug him up on top of the back of a nearby car. The guy was panicked and choking. Rick punched him in the face immediately causing it to explode into a bloody mess. in a gutterell voice with a grin he grunted out. "If you knew how to please your wife, you wouldn't have this problem." He slammed his head onto the car again. "Now you get the hell out of hear and never come around again." Then he spit in his face and dropped an elbow to his groin while yelling " ******!" By now the police had been called and were entering the parking lot. Rick hated cops. All they did was hassle him when he was younger. The police jumped from their cars and put the guns on Rick. He frowned, thinking "Aw ****". Copyright 2008 Nathan |
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