El's Revenge

She did it again. After everything that happened the last time, she did it again anyways. But this time, unlike all the other times, she got what she REALLY deserved in the end. She knows it too, lying there in a pool of her own blood, wide-eyed.

Oh, jeez, I'm getting ahead of myself again... Sometimes I have a problem with that.

It all started this one time when--- Wait, that's not how I want to tell it. That part there came from all of the years of talking to my shrink, Dr. Pattinger, every Tuesday and, more recently, Fridays also. Let me start over.

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She was a rude bitch, and as evil as they came. Oh, and did I mention that she was psycho? Yeah, that's an important fact to know. Well anyways, she liked to scream. Scream until her lungs collapsed, her throat grew hoarse, and she got a migraine and became dizzy and lightheaded from yelling for so long without taking a breath. And that would be all fine and dandy, except she especially liked to scream at me. That was definitely NOT fine and dandy, because then I would scream right back at her, and that's where trouble would get started.

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So, normally, she'd yell at me, I'd yell back, et cetera, et cetera, until she couldn't scream anymore, and then she'd leave me alone, at least until she found her voice again. Or found something ELSE to scream at me about. But this time was different. She came at me screaming, spittle flying from her mouth, hair wild about on her head, as if she were a madwoman. First I thought, wow, shes showing her true self today, then I thought, why the hell is she coming at me? Whats wrong with her? Wait, what is she doing with that vase? But before I could figure it out, she snatched up the vase in question and hurled it at me.

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When I came to, I was more puzzled than upset. What the hell? Why did she throw a vase at me? I had no clue. Then I got angry. I didn't do anything to her to make her do that!!! I got up and looked around. I spotted her, at the kitchen table, calmly smoking a cigarette, drinking iced tea with mint leaves, and thumbing through a magazine. I walked over to her and slapped the hell out of her.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you fuckin crazy?"

Then I slapped her again and walked away.

And for a few days, there was no more screaming, no more flying vases. I thought, Maybe shes cured, ha-ha. Nah, its too good to be true.

I was right.

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One day I came home after chilling with my best friends, Matt and Andy. We were joking about her crazy ass while we were out, because they've seen our "shouting matches", as Andy jokingly calls them.

Anyways, I came home after hanging with Matt and Andy. As I walked through the door, she came out of the kitchen, hands behind her back. As I eyed her suspiciously, wondering what the hell she was up to, she did the same to me.

Then she asked me, "Where have you been?"

"Not that its any of your business, but I've been out with a friend or two."

"Who, Natalia?" she sneered.

"No, but if I was, it wouldn't be any of your concern, Tiandra."

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Now let me explain. Natalia is my girlfriend and Tiandra is a bit jealous of our relationship. I tell her its none of her business. What I do and who I do it with is up to me.

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Anyways, she replied to that by saying, "It is my damn concern. I'm supposed to be the most important female in your life, the ONLY one you love."

"Whatever. I'm tired, so if you'll kindly move out of my way, it would be appreciated. "

I tried to walk past her, and that's when I found out what was behind her back. Just as I stepped past her, she swung her arm diagonally, and had I not seen it coming and jumped out of the way, I would have had quite a gash in my chest, or maybe a nicely slashed throat, depending on if I had still been walking when the knife connected with me, since it had been traveling diagonally instead of horizontally. Anyway, since she didn't slice me, her arm continued on, and I grabbed her from behind and took the knife from her. As she struggled to grab it from me, it slipped out of my hand and flew across the room into the kitchen. I turned to retrieve it, and as I was approaching it, she threw her 5'8'', 190-pound frame against my back, causing me to stumble and fall. She fell on top of me. I heaved her off of me and got up, pulling her up by her neck. I choked her until she turned red, then flung her against the wall. She slid to the floor, panting.

I went over and picked up the butcher knife that she tried to stab me with, and threw it into the kitchen sink. Then I looked over at her.

I walked over to her and said, "Don't mess with me, Tiandra. I'm not the one."

At that, I turned and left her panting, pathetic ass at the bottom of the stairs as I ascended them and walked into the computer room, shutting the door behind me.

I took out my cell phone and called Natalia, telling her about Tiandra's newest psychotic antics.

"When are you going to move out of that house?" she whined. "I don't like the fact that you're still living there with her, when she knows about us and she's showing violent tendencies toward you."

"Please don't start the whining today. I told you, I can't leave until I find a place of my own. But I'm looking, okay?"

"But I told you, you can always come stay with me!"

"Baby, she knows where you live. You know that. And you also know that if I come live with you, she'll do some crazy stuff, maybe come to your house and start some trouble. And think about this: if she's crazy enough to try to stab ME, then what would she try to do to you if I leave her to live with you?"

"True. Well, I hope you find your own place soon, cuz if she keep tryna hurt you, I might have to do something violent to her. I love you boo."

"I love you, too. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Alright, bye, El."

And we hung up. I sat there for a while, missing Natalia, the love of my life, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my time on this Earth with, wanting to hold her, for her to hold me, wanting to kiss her soft, full lips, wanting... Damn. I sighed, missing the scent of her, her easy smile, her eyes, her... I was snapped out of my reverie by the sound of Tiandra's footsteps coming slowly up the stairs. She opened the door to the computer room, cut her eyes at me, and said, "It ain't over."

Then she closed the door to the computer room, and went into her bedroom, closing and locking her door. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and turned on the computer. I signed on to America Online, and typed www.ForRent.com into the explorer bar. Once the page loaded, I continued the search for my own apartment.

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The next morning, I found out what Tiandra meant when she told me that it wasn't over. After I took a shower, I dressed in the bathroom. Then when I stepped out, a baseball bat appeared out of nowhere and connected with my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. Tiandra stood at the top of the stairs, ready to swing again.

She must be out of her goddamn mind, I thought, and took a step toward her. She swung again, this time at my head, but unfortunately for her, she missed. She lost her balance and almost fell down the stairs. She dropped the bat so she could grab onto the railing. I picked up the bat and swung. It connected with her shoulder. She removed one hand from the railing to rub her shoulder. I stepped closer and shoved her, making her fall down the flight of stairs. I heard several cracks as bones snapped on the way down. Finally, she hit the landing with a thud, crying out in pain as she lay there, twisted in unnatural angles. I laughed, saying, "That doesn't feel so nice, now does it?"

"El, please, it hurts, help me!"

"Why should I? You threw a vase at my head, you hit me with a baseball bat, and on top of all that, you tried to chop me up yesterday, all for NO REASON. And now you want my help? Fuck outta here!"

And I went into my room and closed the door. Now, you may say that I'm cruel, but come on. Look at all the things she did to me for no apparent reason. If you were in the same situation, can you honestly say that you would help her?

Well, after I closed my door, I waited a good 10 minutes to let her suffer, then I called 911, and put on my best performance, telling them how she tripped and fell down the stairs, and "I think she broke some bones," and "OH MY GOD I'm so scared," and all that bull crap. In between gasps and sobs, I gave them the address, and I was told that an ambulance was on the way.

I hung up and opened the door. By that time, she was sobbing. I laughed at her again, and said, "Quiet down Tiandra. An ambulance is on the way.

"Now, I told them that you tripped and fell down the stairs, and I expect you to stick by that story, and not tell them that I pushed you."

"You're crazy!" she exclaimed.

"No, bitch, you're the crazy one. Now agree to telling MY version of the story, or I'm gonna agree to tell the police how you nearly gave me a concussion with that vase, and how I almost had an unpleasant and unfortunate experience with that butcher knife yesterday. Oh, and how the reason why you're laying there like that is because you decided to attack me with this here Louisville Slugger. I don't think they would take too kindly to accusations of 2 counts--- or is it 3 counts?--- of assault with a deadly weapon, even if you are a bit broken up right now. Now what happened to you?"

Silence. Then, "I tripped and fell down the stairs on my own."

"Good girl, Tiandra. Oh, I think I hear the ambulance."

With that, I ran down the stairs, mustered up a few tears, and threw open the front door, letting the paramedics know that this was the house they were looking for.

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When we arrived at the hospital, she was rushed right into the emergency room. The doctor that saw her determined that both of her legs were fractured in multiple places, and she had bruised a few ribs and her shoulder blades, but other than that she was fine, externally. She had some concerns about internal damage and a possible concussion. She ran more tests.

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Later, the doctor told us that Tiandra had suffered a mild concussion, but there were no damages to her internal organs. She would, however, be staying in the hospital for 3 to 4 weeks, so she could be monitored, in case any problems developed in the next few weeks due to her accident. Since my presence was no longer necessary, I went home.

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Three weeks later, I had to go pick her crippled ass up from the hospital. The doctor finally deemed it safe for her to come home. Tiandra was silent the whole ride home. She just stared at me and said nothing. I ignored her and drove. When we got home, I pushed her and her wheelchair up to the front steps, carried her up them, then placed her back in her wheelchair and wheeled her in the house, playing the part of the perfect little helper in case any of the neighbors were watching. But once we were in the house with the door closed, she was on her own.

I left to go to my appointment with my psychologist, Dr. J. Pattinger. But before I left, I had to crack a joke, at Tiandra's expense.

"Now Tiandra, I'm going to see Natalia. Don't go trying to follow me to her house. Oh, wait, you can't because you can't use those busted up legs to drive!" I laughed and left as she glared at me.

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When I came back, Tiandra was laying on the couch in the living room. I could see one of our guns, which we kept to protect us from intruders, laying next to her. She had tried to tuck it out of sight, but I could still see the handle of it from the angle I was looking at. I tried not to let on, though. I went into the kitchen and grabbed another one out of one of the drawers, just to be on the safe side. I slipped it into one of the deep pockets of my baggy sweatpants. Then, keeping my hand in my pocket, I went to her and said, "Hey, Tiandra, I'm back."

"Oh. Did you have fun with Natalia?" she asked, while trying to inconspicuously inch her hand toward the gun. I saw her, though, and just as her hands gripped it, I grabbed her.

"What the hell, you tryna shoot me now?" I yelled.

"I'ma kill you, just like you tried to kill me!"

She tried to aim the gun at me, but I wrenched her hand around so that the gun was pointed at her temple. Then I used her own finger to pull the trigger.

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Funny how in movies, people's blood slowly leaks from their wounds. Well, her blood seems to be rushing out, making a puddle larger than I would have expected so quickly. After we pulled the trigger, she didn't die instantly. She fell off of the couch, to where she's laying now. Her eyes got wide, as she whispered to me, "I'm dying, El. You killed me." Then her eyes glazed over and got distant, and soon after that, she was gone.

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The ambulance is on the way. When I made the call, I told them that she committed suicide. After I hung up, I wiped my prints off of the gun that I had in my pocket and put it back where it belonged. There's no way that anyone could ever DREAM that this was a homicide, let alone prove it. I made certain of that. The only person that knows the truth is me. Well, the only LIVING person, at least. Because Tiandra knows that I killed her.

I wonder what was going through her mind those last few seconds of her pitiful life. I guess nobody will ever know. I sure can't say. I'll tell you one thing, though: I bet she never would have expected that her soon to be 18 year old, 5'3'', 125 pound daughter Noelle would be the end of her, through matricide.