Sixty-Seven

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Written by Egoist

Sunday, 01 June 2008

She was shot at the strike of midnight straight through the heart. Not even enough time to tell how it feels. It was very immediate, and he didn’t seem to give a care in the world. The other stood with his hands on his head, of course none of it made any sense to him.

The shooter turned to him, “You can go.”

He unclasped his hands from his hair, “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, you’re just another.”

The shooter already had his gun lowered. He seemed harmless now.

“Oh God, thank you!” Of course, seeing any sort of shooting would make one scared.

“You know…You’re sixty-seven.”

“Sixty-seven?”

“Yea the sixty-seventh lie.”

“Look James, just please put the gun down!” She screamed. Her tears haven’t even developed and she screamed like she was already suffering from death.

“Man! Just please, stop this! This is stupid!” He yelled without understanding the situation.

“Olivia, he’s another isn’t he?” He waved his gun around as though it were his finger.

“James! Please, don’t do anything!” Olivia held herself, in some kind of assurance, almost feeling protected from the bullets to shoot.

“Is he another?”

“…”

“OLIVIA!!”

“Look man, just put the gun down,” he answered in a false calmness.

“What’s your name?” He waved his gun once more.

“It’s Zach-Zachary.”

“Olivia, instead of killing all of them, I think it would waste less time just killing you.”

“What are you doing?” Olivia chuckled as her sleeve was leaving her shoulder.

“Nothing, don’t you trust me?” He smiled in assurance, as her blushing cheeks lifted from her smile.

“What happens if someone sees us?”

“We’re in a garage compartment, it’s so secretive in here, someone could get killed and no one would notice.”

“Don’t say that! It scares me!”

He latched onto her, and dug his clothed waist deeper in between her legs, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh Zac-“ A continuous noise distracted her.

Then he walked out from the elevator.

“Medium-rare.”

“And you ma’am?”

“I think I’ll just have the seafood bisque.”

The waiter walked away as she humbly leaned in to see his gleaming face.

“Well, well, Mr. Prince, this sure is a fine restaurant, why would such a nice man take me out on such a night?”

Zachary watched her face as he spoke, “I would only want to treat the best to the best, honey.”

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

She reached into her purse as her loose fitting dress nearly spilled what it was meant to hide. Olivia pulled her cell phone out and checked the name before answering.

“Who is it?”

Olivia held onto it for a while and read the name of her husband, “It’s just my mom, don’t worry about it.”

She shut it, and let it fall back into her purse filled with condoms.

“No baby, I’m just heading out with the girls,” Olivia assured her insecure husband, Greg.

“Well, when will you be back?” He just sat and read the newspaper, with some sense of what was going on. He planned it, he knew how busy she must be.

“I don’t know, I might sleep over there,” She grabbed her matching purse to her promiscuous life.

“I want to see you before midnight,” He said while looking at her.

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving now!” She walked out of the door.

He sat at the table as he saw her drive away with the convertible. He was motionless, as he sat thinking of how the night will go for her. He grabbed his gun.

Beep-beep-beep.

The alarm went off, and Greg awoke first. He pressed the snooze button for his wife. She must’ve needed the rest. He walked over to the bathroom and splashed his face with water. As he looked into the mirror he smiled, knowing that his wife has been trusty to him. Her cell phone rang at the edge of the counter. He looked at it and saw it was her friend he never met, Karen. He didn’t want to answer to her phone call.

He started his routine of shaving immediately after, his wife would take up the bathroom’s space in ten minutes when the snooze button wakes her up. Her phone then started to vibrate. He watched as it nearly fell off the edge of the counter. He grabbed it and opened it. It was a text message not from Karen but Zahara. What a weird name for a friend?

He took a peak at the message from curiosity, it read:

“Hey Olivia, had a fun time last night. You have the finest ass I’ve ever been with. Let’s do it again tonight.”

He was confused. Is his wife a lesbian? Karen called at the same time, he decided to answer it out of his curiosity again.

“Hello?”

A man answered, “Hi, uh, is Olivia there?”

“No she’s not, who is this?”

“I’m Ken, could you tell her I called?”

“Yea sure,” He hung up immediately, and went to the contacts.

Amy.

Beth.

Elizabeth.

Emily.