Burning TulipsA Story by Katherine P. HaleyRevenge is always sweetI
put tulips under all of the pillows, and then I set fire to the house. Her
house. The house where I thought all of my dreams were going to come true, and
then they didn’t. That woman ruined me, she ruined my life and my family’s
lives. She took advantage of me, all I did for her, all I gave her, and what
did I get? Nothing except 12 years in prison. And
then I got out. The
first thing I did was head straight to her house, but she wasn’t home, and that
made me mad. I got the kerosene from my truck, pored it in every room, every
hallway, every staircase until the house reeked of it. I went out to her garden
and chopped up all of her precious tulips before putting them under the pillows
of her bed, all except one. One I left one the front porch, leaving it to
remain so she would know that I did this, but also as a message that she would
not be able to catch me again. She ruined me, so now I was going to ruin her.
First was to burn down the house, next was to destroy her car, then cut off all
of her relationships, and last, expose her for the evil b***h she really is. As
the flames of the burning house began to take over, I sneaked away, inhaling my
fair share of smoke. The neighbors saw and soon enough, the fire department was
called to the seen. And eventually, she showed up. Her short, fake, brunette
hair in a frenzy, tears rolling down her wrinkled cheeks. Her neighbors
gathered around her and hugged her, expressing their condolences about her evil
house. They
were all the same, these people that live in this world where old ladies can
only be gentle and caring and nice. I guess I was among them at first. When
Mrs. Hannigan hired me to take care of her house when she went on vacation for
three weeks, I was thrilled at the opportunity to make easy money while
residing in a three story Victorian. Especially when she offered to pay me two
thousand dollars. My only instructions were to make sure her tulips stayed
alive. At the time, I was still in high school. I was eighteen, but I still
lived in a tiny apartment with my mother and brother, and Mrs. Hannigan said it
was perfectly fine for them to live in her house with me for the three weeks. Little
did I know the crazy old bat was running a meth lab in her basement. She
called the cops on me about two weeks in claiming I had broken into her house,
dragging my family with me, so I could run a meth lab while she was away. What
bullshit. But, the cops believed her and I was sent away for twelve years to a
prison with less than ideal living conditions at eighteen. I didn’t even to get
to finish high school, but she got off scotch free without even one little mark
on her file. But,
that was going to change now that I was here. I was going to take her down, and
I didn’t care if I died trying. The
next night, I snuck back to the remains of Hannigan’s house. Her silver Honda
Civic was still parked out front, waiting to be picked up by Mrs. Hannigan the
next morning. I surveyed my surroundings making sure no one was around and
crawled under her car. I cut the break lines. And
now, I had to wait. I
camped out in the bushes all night and then finally at eight am the next day, a
friend dropped Mrs. Hannigan off at her car. She got in, drove off, and crashed
almost immediately into an oncoming car. The car was clearly totaled. Now
I had taken away her house, I had taken away her car, next I would take away
all that she loved. This task took more effort than the last too. I had to do
little things like hack into her Facebook account and start leaving snotty
comments on her friend’s posts, while locking her out of the account so she
wouldn’t be able to see what I had done. Next, I had to start visiting the
country cub she frequented, pretending to be her granddaughter Michelle. There
I would casually mention things she said about her pals, watching them get
angry and hurt. Eventually and with much effort, she had no friends. Three
tasks down, one to go. Now,
the big one. This one I had actually done first but it wasn’t revealed until
last. While I was still locked up, my brother did me the favor of getting
10grms of meth and placing it under the carpeting of her car. After she got
into the accident, the mechanics found it. They found all of it. There was no
way they would be able to trace it back to my brother meaning there would be no
way that they could trace it back to me. She
was arrested soon after and tried and sent to prison for 14 years. I was in the
clear. Able to live my life again, get my GED. However, my life will never be
the same as it was and my revenge isn’t complete. Now,
all I can hope for, is that she dies in there. © 2017 Katherine P. HaleyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKatherine P. HaleyNaperville, ILAboutHey everyone! I am currently in college working towards a degree in English and planning many impossible things for my future. I have been passionate about writing since the fifth grade when I started.. more..Writing
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