Chapter four
He made his slow walk up the snow covered hill back towards his cabin. He hadn’t caught much; it was just a pair of baby rabbits that would soon be the main ingredient of his stew he would cook up for supper. The thoughts of his previous life were beginning to fade away as he blew one more whistle in the direction towards his companion, his trusty Border collie, Sandy.
“Come on Sandy girl; get over here right now daddy’s got some rabbit for supper.”
As the man walked to the cabin he went straight to the fridge and grabbed an ice cold beer. Normally he would sit down, talk to his goldfish and tell Goldie about his day his own supper Not today. He just wasn’t in much of a mood for anything other than drifting back down memory lane.
The man sat there sipping his beer as he reminisced his old life. Each drink of the beer served to drown out an unwanted memory. There was something else he was trying to drown out. He looked over towards the bedroom door across the kitchen. He could hear muffled moans coming from that direction.
Hang tight my dear. All will be right with the world soon enough.
From inside the room a woman lay tied to a bed. She was naked with dried, bloody scars all over her body. She sobbed as she could hear the sounds of her captor in the other room. Fear filled her heart as she dreaded his return. The woman tugged at her shackles trying to free herself before he came back. She looked back and forth around the room for anything she could use to defend herself. It was useless. She began banging her head against the headboard in desperation.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Knock it off in there!” the man said through the door.
He sat back down at the table to finish his beer.
“How you doing there Goldie?” he asked his tiny little pet as an evil smile creeped on his face.
He walked over to the goldfish bowl and tapped on the side.
“Today is the anniversary of the day my life ended,” he said. “Tonight it’s my turn to have some fun with that frigid bitch.”
He smiled as he watched his pet gobble up all the food swimming back and forth in his bowl.
“It must be great living such a life as yours Goldie: no worries, no responsibility, and least of all no guilt.”
The man grabbed a six pack of beers with three cans left on the plastic holder. He walked over to the couch, slumped over and waited to drift off to sleep. He kicked a stack of newspapers out of his way as he walked to the couch. He sat down and looked back towards the bedroom door.
Be patient woman, I’ll be in there to settle your mind soon enough. For now, rest up and wait for me.
The man sat there on the couch thinking of the thing he had done. He tried to tune out the sounds coming from the bedroom. Sounds that filled his heart with a mixture of guilt and regret. He knew better, he knew there was nothing but pain and misery in that bed and he knew that now was not the time to open that wound back up. He wanted to let this go. He was trying to forget what he had done. He was trying to forget the life he ruined.
Life doesn’t work that way, you don’t get a free pass you fuck someone over like that, life fucks you right back.
He looked over at the bedroom door and thought to himself.
“I’m the one that gets to do the fucking tonight,”
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