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The Root of all EvilThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Sunday, 29 June 2008 | |
 THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL
She was making popcorn on the stove when the phone rang. She had just hung up with Joe so she figured it was him again. She pressed her thumb on the talk button and put the phone to her ear. "Yeah, Joey? Two hours wasn't good enough, huh? You know, my dad is going to kill me when he sees this phone bill." She waited five seconds for her boyfriend to answer but he never did. "Joey?" She waited another thirty seconds. "Oh my God, its you, again, isn't it? Come on, you know we're not together anymore. Why can't you just accept that? I'm with Joey now." The other side of the line stayed silent. "This is exactly the reason I broke up with you in the first place!" she exclaimed. "You won't communicate with me! Why? Well, don't call me again. We are over, you got it? I'm hanging up now." She hung the phone up and tossed it on the kitchen counter. She looked at the stove and estimated it would be a couple more minutes until the popcorn was done, so she trotted into the living room and laid down on the sofa. She never thought you could get so tired from just talking on the phone! TAP ... TAP ... TAP TAP! She sprung up to her feet and looked at the front door. Somebody was there. She creped to it and whispered, "Who's there?" No answer. But she knew who it was. "Goddamn it, I told you to leave me alone!" she yelled as she swung the front door open. Standing on the other side was her ex-boyfriend. The same old ******* with that giant grin across his face. That ridicules crown still sitting on his head. What a showboat! He was a cocky son of a *****, that was for sure. In his hand was a cheeseburger. It was like he was offering it to her. "Leave me alone before I call the police. I mean it, I will! And get that stupid whopper out of my face. You know I'm a vegetarian." She looked at his smiling face and smirked. "Oh damn you, King. I hate you for this, I hope you know that. Come on in, I have some popcorn on the stove and I'm about to watch that new Wes Craven movie." She walked back in the kitchen and when she turned back around her ex was right behind her. The whopper was gone and his shoulders were shrugged. He had that innocent smile on his face as always. "You're creepy sometimes, you know that?" she said. She grabbed the pan and dumped the popcorn into a huge plastic bowl. She turned back around to see her ex holding a steak knife. "What are you doing with that? You gonna make a sandwich? But I have popcorn. Besides, you just ate a whopper. Put that away and join me on the couch. I wanna watch this movie already." She slumped down on the sofa and tossed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. As she chewed she turned her head to see the King staring straight at her. In his hand was the severed head of her current boyfriend, Joey. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, letting the popcorn bowl tumble to the ground. "Gaawddamnit! Why? I loved Joey why would you do this to me! Just because I broke up with you? You selfish *******! Why don't you just say something!?" She saw his eyes turn fiery red and ran out the front door, screaming her lungs off. She got a good five hundred feet and looked back. No sight of him. But when she turned back around the King was standing there with the steak knife in his hand, the evil grin glowing. But because she was running so fast she didn't have time to stop herself from running face first into the knife. The King truly loved her. Why couldn't they just be together? A tear leaked out of his eye. He stood there, like a statue, in the darkness with his love lying on the ground by his feet. He looked at his love and thought that he could really go for a double whopper with cheese. No pickles, though. Those things seriously creeped him out for some reason. Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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