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| First day of freedom | |
| By Star-Munky | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 22 May 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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7:10 am Getting rid of Lou, David thought as he scrubbed his hands in the kitchen sink, was the best thing I could have ever done! The sun was beginning to shine across the rooftops outside the window, bringing with it what he hoped would be a whole new beginning. The night had seemed to last forever but at least now all the shouting and screaming was over and, whether he had planned it or not the bitch was out of his life forever. He twisted the tap off and flicked his hands over the sink a couple of times. So many things to do now that she was gone. So many joys she’d taken away, as if he was some naughty kid that needed to be controlled. He tentatively stepped over the broken glass, dishes and other mess that was sprawled across the kitchen floor and made his way to the front room. Oh yes it had been a long night indeed. But then she always was a violent cow; always looking for an excuse to lob a plate, stiletto or on rare occasions even a knife in his general direction. Another good reason for her to go, David was far too laid back for that kind of shit, Far better off without her. He paused as he entered the living room, scanning his eyes across the immaculate laminate flooring, the 37" LCD Widescreen flat TV on the polished chrome stand, the £400 Technics Hi-fi system and the chocolate brown leather sofa’s. Fair play there was some benefits to having her around, but then there’s more to life than just having a bunch of nice gear. Like maybe being able to enjoy using it now and then. A grin etched itself across David’s tired face, of course there was nothing to stop him really enjoying it now. He burst across the living room, slamming his feet flat against the wooden floor before launching himself into the nearest sofa. Let Mrs. Codger-downstairs complain about that then, the cantankerous old bat. He snuggled himself into the cushions and pulled a battered pack of Marlborough lights out of his jogging bottoms, with a chuckle he stuck a cigarette into his mouth and sighed contentedly as he lit the end. What was that Lou? no smoking in the lounge? Sorry I can’t hear you. A smoke ring shot from David’s mouth and he let his arm hang over the edge of the sofa. No wait, mustn’t get ash on the floor. He cautiously shuffled himself into a cross legged position on the couch, careful not to knock the cluster of ash that had formed at the end of the Marlborough. Slowly he lifted the cigarette level with his eyes, then he steadily, purposefully, knocked his finger against the side of it. The ash scattered across the thousand pound leather sofa like snow sprinkling a large, brown, shiny hill. A thunderous laugh tore itself from David’s throat; this was far too much fun to keep just to himself. Dropping the half-smoked cigarette to the floor and crushing it with the heel of his foot he walked over to the telephone. If anyone deserved to be here with him in his moment of glory it was Phil, he was the one that had convinced David to end it. His true best friend. Maybe he’d even help David clear up the mess in the kitchen. He glanced at the time, seven thirty, oh well this was important enough to wake the lazy tosser up anyway. Picking up the receiver he tapped in Phil’s number. 8:11am David sat and stared miserably at the blank screen of the T.V. The call to Phil hadn’t gone quite how he’d expected. In-fact when he’d explained what had happened; Phil had been extremely negative about the whole thing. Pretty bloody strange seeing as, sometimes, David felt that Phil hated Lou more than he did. The soppy bastard had even got David doubting that he’d done the right thing. He angrily wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and stubbed out his cigarette in the arm of the couch. Even though she was gone she was still managing to get at him. There was another thought that was starting to eat its way through his mind as well. Now that he’d got rid of Louise how was he going to afford the rent on the flat? His Jobseekers was sure as hell not going to cover it. David cursed and lifted himself out of the abused sofa. He knew he had bigger things to deal with first, but he needed to pull himself together a bit. He cranked up the stereo and plodded his way back to the kitchen. Making sure he didn’t look at the floor as he went. He was in a foul enough mood already without having to think about the devastation that was spread across the kitchen tiles That was when the doorbell rang. David jumped a little and ran back into the living room, switching the stereo off and turning to the door “Phil is that you?” the voice on the other side of the door was alien to David “Mr. Marsh it’s the police. Could you open the door please, we need to talk to you” David’s heart froze in his chest. A cold shock shot through his spine and made his hairs stand on end He didn’t say anything. There was a banging at the door and the voice spoke again “David we’ve just had Philip Barnes on the phone. We know what you’ve done and we’re coming in one way or the other” David backed his way into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. Slipping over the smashed glass and debris he stumbled to the centre of the room and sank to his haunches. Looking into the glazed, lifeless eyes of his wife he clasped her ice cold hand in his and broke into tears. What have I done Lou?
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