Being left alone, stranded, and in emotional pieces myself I started to find myself moving towards a darker self. I decided to finically accept that this was the end of a friendship and pieced the parts back together, licking my wounds, only to come back stronger and more resilient. The time came and went, they had their baby, and I increased my skills and education. I would discover the occasional message or call from Matt, but would find it was only related to needing me to help him with something. Eventually, I was able to just move on and forget what once existed, and finically found a love of my own. I meet Aaron during the events of the deteriorating friendship of Matt, and we grew to love one another. We moved in and we’re happy and even planning a wedding. The events between Matt, Kristy, and I had faded to around three years and as I forgot them, Kristy did not. I was the one enemy of hers that recoiled and made out from her tornado of destruction, only to become more successful. It irritated her to the point that it was driving her mad as my happiness didn’t go unnoticed. Matt noticed these same events as we still shared several friends from back home, and it seemed this caused and ever increasing the rift between him and Kristy as Matt started to see the vail lifting and Kristy realized she was losing control.
It wasn’t long till Kristy devised a plan to cause me pain. They both had left the army and even moved to another state while I remained in Texas with Aaron, and this was the setting for her revenge as she still had connections with her old soldiers. She convinced one of them that she was in danger and needed help, and even paid a hefty sum to ensure he would help her. Kristy already seeing that I was immune to her, led to her creating my downfall by hurting me the only way she knew how. Aaron was on his way home the day of our third anniversary stopping at the local florist to gather me some flowers. Running late as he always does, it didn’t occur to me that anything was wrong till the police showed up at my door. Aaron’s breaks had given out, causing him to slide into the intersection and sideswiped by two tractor trailers, dying instantly. Normally, I would have accepted this as a tragic fate, but it was not what Kristy wanted. She wanted me to know she was involved and she did it with a card in a red envelope that contained no address. When I opened then envelope it contained a card with a picture of a smiling car displaying the message “Congratulations.” On the inside was written,
“I wish you and Aaron all the happiness in the world. Don’t ever try to put the brakes on, you can never stop — Emma”
Chapter 3: Devour Me
“Jason, why are you doing this?” I start to withdraw from my thought of the past. As I prepare to answer his fleeting question, I sit upright and star at them.
“The why isn’t important anymore, what is important is the need. Your wife has been quite, perhaps she can explain the why for you”
“What the fuck are you talking about Jason, we have no idea why you’re doing this. We’re friends, me and you are like brothers!”
“Wrong Matt, we were like brothers” — I interrupt him. “We were even more than brothers once.”
“Jason,” he tries to work in a sentence but as he does I rise out of my chair and clamp his mouth shut with my left hand. With my right, I pull out of the hoody pocket a tube of super glue. I can feel him struggle and even attempt to bite my hand. I unscrew the cap and press the tube admiring the flow of the clear liquid and apply a lucrative amount to his lips, holding them as it starts to harden.
“You’re an asshole,” Kristy shouts at me. I drop the tube to the ground and walk over to her left side. I prop my arms on top of her chest leaning my body weight on her, staring into her face admiring the expression of fear.
“Let me tell you something. Your lover there wasn’t always so straight. I don’t suppose he ever told you, but back in the day we were quite the item”
“Fucking lies,” she hisses.
“No, it was romantic for what you can call two inexperienced bodies trying out gay sex for the first time. We both took each other’s virginity that night, and for some reason, it never stopped. I will say this that his dick is rather impressive. I do have one curiosity, however, does he still taste like Mountain Dew and skittles when he cums?”
“I am going to kill you.”
“Oh, you mean like how you killed Aaron?” I look over to Matt whose eyes start to widen.
“Now you know the why. I’m sure you don’t believe me just yet, so that’s why I’ve brought the evidence.” I pull out of my back pocket a faded and crumpled red envelope. I walk over to Matt and slip out the card. He reads the inside and I can tell he realizes that the handwritten message, is that in the handwriting of his wife. His brows widen and he attempts to move his head to look at Kristy.
“It’s all lies, everything that ever comes out of your mouth is a lie,” she bellows.
“You see Kristy, you took someone I loved from me, and now I’m going to do the same to you. The only difference is that I’m going to cut yours out of you.”
“Don’t fucking touch me, don’t you touch my baby,” she screams but her objections become silent as I hold her mouth shut and apply a new tube of super glue to her lips. She struggles to open her mouth, but it proves futile. I step away and move to the right side of the room and gather a few items on a movable surgical tray. I wheel the tray over to Kristy’s left side and as I glance up I can see her eyes widen, those very eyes that held anger and hatred, now only express fear. On my tray is a scalpel with a #10 blade, bandage scissors, a pack of iodine cotton swabs, a set of suture material, various suture needles, a needle driver, surgical gloves, a long plastic feeding tube, a funnel, and a blender.
I take the bandage scissors and move to the bottom of her shirt. The green fabric seems cheap and doesn’t resist the cuts of the scissors. As I move up, the fabric makes a small rip sound that resides once I reach the neck of the shirt. I then move to the left side and move in the same motion and then repeat on the right side. With quick movements I jerk the fabric out from under her body, leaving her upper body exposed. Grabbing the metal chair, I place it on her right side and move the surgical tray closer to me. I then grab the package of iodine swabs, tear it open and rub in a circular motion to clean the abdomen near her pubic bone.
“Don’t want you to get an infection and die on me early now.” I unwrap the surgical blade and the sterile package exposing the scalpel handle. I unwrap the surgical gloves and place them upon my hands and attach the blade to the handle moving back to the cleaned site, now stained yellow from the iodine.
“I hope you didn’t have any plans for bikini season because you’re going to have a nasty scar!” I hear her moan and can see her trying to move her body away from me, but the duct tape holds her in place. Placing the surgical blade flush to the skin I begin to pull back, admiring the skin as it splits and exposes the layer of fat beneath. It takes a few more slices to reach the muscle wall, making the incision around three inches in length. A small pool of blood starts to form as the capillaries and veins leak their contents. She moans and a whimper forms through her sealed lips, while the only other audible noise is that of Matt who is trying to remove his restraints, and the small drops of blood hitting the ground.
I slide my fingers into the open wound and spread the tissue apart to slice the muscle wall to reveal a cavity. Placing the scalpel on the tray, I reach inside her body, feeling the internal heat and moisture radiating from her organs through the gloves. I feel for her uterus and find the placenta sack and fetus sitting in its secured position. As I wrap my hand around the slimy structure I can feel the body that has begun to form and its heartbeat radiates into my palm. With one quick movement, I squeeze and pull the fetus from its secure position and outside the cavity into the cold damp air of the room. Kristy attempts to scream and as she does she rips her lips open pulling the seal of super glue apart. Looking at her I can see she wants to speak but the pain is too great for her focus upon anything else and she just follows me with those evil green eyes. The fetus is still beating in my hand and I can feel it’s heart start to slow as the beats become weaker. I walk over to her right side and rub the fetus on her face leaving a residue of blood and fluid.