"Old Habits"A Story by Jack BucknerOld Habits die hard.“Old Habits” By John Smith
1. Raymond
Golden looked in the mirror at the beard that had grown on his face ever since
he was sentenced. It was long and black and was held together by rubber bands
as it hung down from his face. His greasy and long black hair hung down just
passed his shoulders. Raymond listened as he heard footsteps behind him and
they rapidly approached his cell. “Raymond,
you’ve been granted parole!” An officer named Richard Stevens (the prisoners
called him the “Dick” of the jail) said as he slid opens the cell door to let
Raymond out. Raymond smiled and grabbed a cardboard box that contained many
crime novels by Richard Stark and Donald E. Westlake and tucked it under his
left arm and walked out of the cell door. He began to walk out the door when
Officer Stevens stepped in front of him and pulled out his nightstick. He
tapped the nightstick on Ray’s chest. Ray tried to walk around him but officer
Stevens blocked again. “You
know, if I had it my way, your a*s would never be getting out of here! You’re a
sick no good b*****d who killed a woman! That make you a murderer in my
opinion.” Officer Stevens said. Ray rolled his eyes. “The
judge said that I have been rehabilitated.” Ray told him. “Rehabilitated
my a*s! Cold blooded killers cannot be rehabilitated.” Officer Stevens shouted.
“Rehabilitated is just a bullshit word! Plain and simple!” Officer Dick
continued while putting air quotes around rehabilitated. Raymond rolled his
eyes again and turned to his side and passed Officer Stevens and walked out of
the cell. “See
you later Officer Dickey!” Raymond said as he walked through the double doors
of the cellblock and out the front door of the jail. 2. “Home
sweet home.” Raymond mumbled as he looked around and Bottom of the Barrel, a trailer
park. He walked over to the trailer on the far end of the trailer park and
walked up the stairs to the front porch. He closed his eye for a moment and
took in a deep breath. ‘What
if I’m not welcomed back with open arms?’ He thought to himself. He slowly
turned the doorknob and walked inside the trailer. “Honey
I’m home!” Raymond with a huge smile on his face. “Daddy!”
A little boy the age of seven shouted out as he ran over to Raymond. Raymond
knelt down and the little boy wrapped his arms around his neck. “Hey
sport, what’s up?” Raymond asked as he held his son. His son, Bobby, pulled
away and looked him in the eye and then looked up at his mother, Wanda. “Is
he staying the night here tonight?” Bobby asked his mother. Wanda shrugged her
shoulders. “I
don’t know. Why don’t you go to your room Bobby? Give me a minute alone with
your father. You can see him later.” Wanda said. Bobby obeyed and happily ran
to the other side of the trailer where his room was. “Did
you miss me?” Raymond asked her. She slapped him on the face and then stepped
away from him. “What
the hell is you doing here Ray?” Wanda asked him. “I thought that I made it
very clear that I don’t want you around anymore!” She continued. “Come
on! I’ve come here to make it up to you! I’ve come back to be the father and
husband I should have been!” Ray explained. Wanda crossed her arms and turned
her back to Ray. He walked up behind her and placed his hands around her waist
and gently began to kiss her neck. She rolled her eyes at first before finally
turning around. She placed her hands on her on Ray’s chest and pushed him away. “Fine.
You can stay here. But no more of this gambling! No more guns! No more at all!
You get off your a*s and get a goddamn job or you can get your a*s out of
here!” Wanda said with a stern voice. She turned her back to him again and
walked into the kitchen to begin supper. 3. Raymond
walked through the kitchen and into the back room where he used to have his
office set up. He walked in the doorway and flipped on the light switch.
Nothing was touched. ‘I
guess she always knew I would come back!’ Raymond thought to himself. Ray
walked into the office and the computer chair that was facing the outside of a
window of the trailer turned around. “Hello
Ray!” A man said with a smirk on his face. “Frankie?
What the hell are you doing here?” Ray asked him. Frankie smiled and stood from
the chair. “I
heard you were getting out today and I just couldn’t wait to meet my golden
collector!” Frankie said. “How
the hell did you get in here Frankie?” “I
came in through the window. I knew your damn wife wouldn’t let me in.” He
explained. Raymond rolled his eyes and sighed. “So, are you ready to come back
to work? I got a few people who need to pay up. I really need to sick my
special enforcer on them!” Frankie said as he placed his right hand on
Raymond’s shoulder. “I
ain’t collecting no more money for you Frankie! I’m done!” Raymond said as he
opened up the window and motioned for Frankie to leave. “What?”
Frankie asked with disbelief. “You
heard me. The last time I collected money for you, the damn guy attacked me and
I shot him. They got me on a goddamn manslaughter charge Frankie! And you just
left me there to take the fall.” Raymond shouted at Frankie as he walked over
to him aggressively. “I’m not working for you anymore! I have a kid. I have a
wife! I’m not going to f**k this up again!” Raymond vowed. “I’m collecting no
more money for you Frankie! If finished with that! And quite frankly, I’m
finished with you! Now get your no good sorry a*s out of here!” Raymond said as
he pointed to the window. Frankie didn’t move. “What
if I don’t?” Frankie asked. Raymond smiled and reached into the back of his
pants and pulled out a magnum. “I
think you know what!” “You
don’t have the guts! Soot me Ray! Do it!” Ray placed the gun back down in the
back of his pants. Frankie smiled. He walked over to the window and then looked
back at Raymond. “I
knew it! Don’t think this is over! Not by a long shot! You’ll come back to work
one way or another!” He concludes as he jumped out of the window. “Crazy
little f**k!” Raymond said as he closed the window and placed the handgun in
the top drawer of his desk. 4. Raymond
walked out of the office and back into the kitchen. He gave Wanda a kiss on the
cheek and a hug and then sat down at the head of the table. “Bobby
dinner is ready!” Wanda shouted. Bobby ran out of his room and into the kitchen
and sat down at the table. Wanda got the instant masked potatoes and corn off
of the stove and sat them in the center of the table. She sat down and smiled
over at Ray. Raymond smiled back until he heard a loud bang blood splattered on
his face. Wanda’s head now had a huge hole oozing gallons of blood in it. Her
face fell down on the table. She was dead. He heard another loud bang and more
blood splattered on his face. Bobby now also had a huge hole in the fore head
and blood ran down his face. Booby fell off of his chair onto the floor beside
Ray. He was dead too. 5. “No!”
Raymond shouted out as he held his son and tears began to roll down his face.
He glanced out the window and saw a black figure that looked like a man in a
ski mask. The man once again pointed the rifle in this time pointing it at
Raymond. Raymond hit the floor and heard another loud bang. He looked back up
and the man was gone. “The
son of a b***h must have run around the side of the trailer. He stood up and
darted out of the kitchen over to the front door and ran out of it. As he stood
on the front porch, glanced over at a shovel that was laying up against the
trailer to his right. He grabbed it and ran off of the porch. It
began to poor down the rain as lightening flashed across the black sky. Raymond
ran to the end of the trailer and waited for the dark man to reach him. As the
dark man came across the corner, Raymond held the shovel up and bashed him in
the face. The man fell the ground knocking the rifle from his hand. “You
killed my wife! You killed my kid! Who the f**k are you?” Raymond shouted as he
hit the man across the torso with the shovel. Raymond placed the end of the
shovel on the man’s throat and placed his foot on the base of it. He pushed the
shovel through his throat decapitating him. Blood began to gush from his
headless body while his head tumbled down to his side. Raymond walked over to
the head took the ski mask off. The face of the man was chillingly familiar. It
was his brother, Sammy who also worked for Frankie. Raymond
turned around only to see Frankie holding a gun to his face. Frankie cocked the
magnum and smiled at Raymond. “I
bet you thought it was me Ray-Ray didn’t you?” Frankie said with a sick smile
on his face as he pulled the trigger. Copyright 2014 by John Smith Courtesy of The True Crime Press A division of TTP Entertainment <a target="_blank" href="http://www.copyrighted.com/copyrights/view/gpya-cypg-deus-xrxq"><img border="0" alt="Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected GPYA-CYPG-DEUS-XRXQ" title="Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected GPYA-CYPG-DEUS-XRXQ" width="150" height="40" src="http://static.copyrighted.com/images/seal.gif" /></a> © 2014 Jack BucknerReviews
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