Lightning Strike: Part Three: Chapter Five

 

Chapter Five

 

            James paced the room viperously. Emmy, his little girl, had woken up earlier. James had expected her to be happy to see him, but no, instead she wailed for her mother. That b***h of a woman had been brainwashing his little pumpkin into hating him, he was sure of it.

            The child now cowered on the head of the bed clutching the dog that he, himself had bought her. Her whimpers irked him more then he had thought possible. Trisha had not only tried to snuff him out like a cigarette but had also taken away the only thing in his life that he had ever truly loved. Emmy was his blood and a part of him. He used to be able to look at her and see all the good pieces of himself but now she was a stranger, no more like him then anyone else. She no longer meant to him what he used to. She no longer symbolized his gentility or his compassion. She was just another snot nosed brat. He would kill his troublesome wife for what she has done.

            As he paced the room and listened to Emmy sniff her nose and wipe her tears, he clutched his fist to his sides. He could already feel Trisha’s neck in his hands. He could feel the power of his fingers as they wrap themselves around her wind pipe. He could feel the spasms turn to silence underneath his own force and he turned to study Emmy one more time. As he looked at the small girl she flinched and scooted closer still to the back wall, the blanket pulled up to her chin and the dog clutched in the crook of her free arm.

            “I want my mommy.” The girl implored once again. James sighed and resumed his pacing. The girl was a lost cause. She had once been the highlight of his election scheme. The townspeople liked nothing more then to see father and daughter parading around town together. They relished the sight of the small girl riding high on her father’s shoulders as they strolled the streets. They thought it charming when he brought the small girl along to rallies and meetings. It had brought something to the table that O’Brian never had, a soft spot.

            Damn the election. James cursed in his mind now. His revenge on Trisha now out weighed everything else in his mind. Once he got rid of Trisha he could pawn off the child on some welfare worker and leave the states. Trisha may have drained his bank account but he had a few more stashed around the world. Bribe money and electoral funds would be enough to sustain him for many years to come. Let O’Brian lift the burden of the town and let him be crushed under its weight.

            James’s foreboding was interrupted by the front door being kicked open. It swung hard and banged against the wall. James looked up to see Duncan come stumbling in under the weight of Lance, the unfortunate b*****d who had gotten in their way. James didn’t care that he had fucked Trisha. In fact he was thankful he had. If not Trisha would have noticed Emmy’s disappearance long before she had.

            Duncan had lance slung across his shoulders and had to kick the door open to get inside. He was bent over from the weight of the seemingly unconscious man. He crossed the threshold and dumped Lance on the floor. He lay there slumped on his side in a puddle of rain water. Duncan breathed heavily and closed the cabin’s door as another bolt of lightning lit of the room.

            “I got him boss.” He huffed as he shook out the rain from his hair. “He didn’t see anything.” He beamed up at James who was an easy four inches taller then him.

            “What is he doing here?” James barked out the question. He had specifically told the dimwit to take care of the man, not knock him out and bring him here. It figures Duncan would figure out a way to grate on his already raw and sensitive nerves. At the sight of the man lying on the floor, Emmy’s tears doubled and she wailed out for her mother again.

            “Hush!” James shouted over his shoulder before he turned to stare at the obviously taken aback Duncan. This was not the way his plan was supposed to pan out.

            “Boss, I did as you told me to-“He stammered as he rubbed his hands together. In that moment he really did look like a thick skulled goon. James was half tempted to smack him across the cheek. “I went to his office and trashed the place like you said. I even added graffiti to the walls. That was my idea, to make it look like a bunch of kids. I waited for a long time in the rain and finally someone noticed and told him about it.” He explained in a hurried voice.

            “Once he got there I took him down and loaded him up in the car and brought him here for you.” He finished in one long breath. James hated the way he stared at him like a dog begging for a pat on the head. He had always looked at James that way, ever since James had found him in the bathroom on freshman year with his head in the toilet by some thug with a fake leather jacket. James had taken pity on him and beat the other guy off. From that day forward Duncan had been by his side and James had to admit for the most part he had come in handy.

            Duncan had one major flaw though that James had never been able to fix no matter how hard he had tried. Compassion, he couldn’t take care of the hard details when it came down to it. James knew that the real reason Duncan brought Lance here wasn’t because he thought that he would want to take care of it himself but because he couldn’t stand the thought of having blood on his hands. He was weak and when he was weak that meant that James would have to be strong.

            James sighed and scratched his head. He supposed he didn’t mind taking care of Lance in the long run. It wasn’t the first time he had to get down and dirty; besides it might even be fun.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

again...more depth and detail

[Craig2591]

Um... "and beat the other guy off" could have a couple of meanings. lol You might want to change that to, "and beat the other guy UP".

You certainly make James into someone you love to hate. Unfortunately, there are plenty of people like him out there.

Can't wait for the next chapter!

[Tabitha t]

Omg yeah I think I had better change that sentence now that u point that out hahaha

[Marie]

I think you need to leave the word "compassion" out of the second to last paragraph. It's redundant, and anyway, it doesn't really seem that Duncan is compassionate,just weak.

[Tabitha t]

true. I think I will take your advice on this. Weak is much better wen describing Duncan.