April 05, 1991.
11:23 pm.
Me and Aaron had a wonderful night.
The mood I was in quickly soured as I entered Lucinda’s house. I had to say something to her for what she pulled.
“Oh. Your back. Did you have a great date?” She asked me happily.
“Yes. I did.” I said, with a smirk on my face.
Her smile faltered, as if she expected something else.
“Lu…lemme ask ya somethin.” I began.
“Yeah? W-what’s up?” She asked, getting nervous.
“Is there any particular reason that you sent Tim after me when you knew I was going on a date?” I said, crossing my arms.
“I….I dont know what you're talking about…” Lucinda said, feeling small.
“Bullshit. He told me you said that I wanted to talk to him. You of all people should know exactly how I feel about him. Why the fuck would you do that?” I asked her.
Lucinda was stuttering and awkward.
Then she stopped.
“I…wanted to… needed to…ruin your date.” Lucinda said, quietly. “I KNEW IT. Why? What reason did you have to ruin my date!?! I finally found a good man, and you want to ruin that for me?” I yelled.
“YOU DID THE SAME TO ME WITH TIM!” She yelled.
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“I was gonna ask Tim out that night until you came along and took him from me!” Lucinda yelled.
“I WAS FUCKING DRUNK!!! Do you really think I did that on purpose!?!?” I yelled back.
“Doesn't matter. You knew I wanted him, and you still stole him from me. I needed to get you back. That’s why I-” She kept going before she cut herself off, covering her mouth.
“You what?” I asked.
She immediately walked past me into the kitchen.
“YOU WHAT?!!? ANSWER ME!” I yelled.
She sprouted into laughter. “That’s why I told EVERYONE you did porn. That’s why I tried to get you into debt. That’s why I SANK your reputation. I wanted you to SUFFER.”
“You….You're the one behind everything that happened to me?!??” I asked, completely in shock.
“Yes, you dumb BITCH. Everything that happened to you was because of ME. And you deserved ALL of it for taking my man.” Lucinda continued.
“E-Even…” I held my stomach, remembering the night I was assaulted.
“Yes, that too! That was such a fun little arrangement to put together! I even helped him bring you to his car! Didn’t expect you to give him such a nasty black eye!” She said, revealing her sin.
The kitchen fell silent.
Then I punched her dead in the face.
She stumbled to the floor.
“Puta…” I said in quiet rage.
Lucinda quickly got up and struck me. I began to fight back, hitting her in the face and arms. She grabbed me, pushing me against the countertops.
I kicked her, punched her in the face until I saw bruises, pushed her back against the wall. I was gonna beat her fucking ass and beat it good.
“Fucking bitch…” I said, going back in for another round.
She rummaged through a nearby drawer and pulled out a steak knife.
I froze as she got closer to me…
Then I looked over to the stove and saw a freshly used hot frying pan.
I grabbed it and swung it as hard as I could at her head, instantly knocking her out and shattering her glasses.
She fell over, dropping the knife.
I stood over her… panting.
Then I ran out of the kitchen, packed up all of my shit, and left her house for good.
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