evidence is not as apparent with this particular suspect’s
activities.”
“Not as apparent?”
“No.”
“Not as apparent as what?”
“As….”
“….as a driver’s side mirror?”
The officer frowned at Jeffrey and then stalked away. “Just
get the damn thing fixed, asshole.”
Jeffrey snickered and pulled out of the parking lot.
He spent the evening and most of the night at a small
downtown bar called Guppies. He did not drink much before, but today was
different. He wanted something to take the edge off today’s events. He was on
his third rum and coke and second platter of chicken wings (his hunger was
growing and growing it seemed).
Jeffrey noticed the woman at the end of the bar watching
him. He checked her out. Blonde, tall, really nice figure. She flashed him a
smile. He nodded and returned his gaze to the television. He wiped his hands
clean from the greasy wings.
The woman sat down on the stool next to him.
“Buy a girl a drink?” She smelled nice, like flowers. Up
close she was even more attractive. Jeffrey looked up from his hands. He made a
presentation of looking the woman over. Then he swallowed some of his drink.
“You want to talk to me?” he asked the girl. She looked at
him, surprised. “You walked over here. Sat right down next to me. So I’m
guessing you want to talk to me.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do want to talk to you.”
“Then you should be the one buying me a damn drink.”
She laughed and ordered him another.
Later that night, in the darkness of the parking lot, she
rode him in the backseat of his car. Sweating and heaving, he exploded in her.
She shivered in the cool night air and he leaned his face into her large
breasts.
“I love you, Allison.”
“What?” She laughed and pushed him away from her tits. “What
did you just call me?”
“What?” Jeffrey leaned against the rear seat and pinched one
of her nipples. She laughed again.
“You called me Allison.”
“No I didn’t”
“Yes, you did. I just heard you. Who’s Allison?”
Jeffrey closed his eyes and sighed. “I didn’t say anything.”
The blonde laughed and began to stroke him again. “It’s
okay. You can call me whatever you want. Go ahead, call me Allison.”
He pushed her off. “No. Get the fuck off.”
“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled as he opened the
car door.
“Get the fuck out of here. It’s time for you to go.”
He pushed her from the car, her naked breasts bouncing. “You
fucking asshole. You can’t just kick me out right here.”
Jeffrey got out and walked around to the driver’s side.
“Watch me.”
He got in and left her in the parking lot.
VIII.
The ticking had stopped but the sleeplessness was still
present. The numbness from before had dissipated. Now it was replaced with a
buzzing nervousness, and something else growling beneath the surface of the
buzz. A shadow of some sort.
Jeffrey sat on his couch and stared at the television. He
replayed the day’s events in his mind. Was that really me? Did I do all
those crazy things? Standing up to his bosses was one thing, but taking out
Griffin in one punch? Busting up both Pierce and Ulee? He remembered all the
blood.
I should be in jail right now.
He looked at his hands. The knuckles were busted open and
scabbing over. He flexed the fingers and small bursts of pain spread through
the hand. He had never bled like this before in his life, and had never caused
anyone else to bleed like he had today.
He kind of liked it.
“Donovan is right. We are all animals,” he whispered into
the night air.
Jeffrey flicked through the channels. It was frustrating to
see. A colored world of fake-titted celebrities, expensive desires, shallow
problems, and bad news flowing outward into his living room every night.
He got up from the couch and picked up the TV. Raising it
above his head, he slammed it down with a huge crash to the floor. The screen
shattered and
Jimmy Fallon, Gloria Fallon