“Howdy Ma’am, haw may I help ya?” said a middle aged man who appeared too have gotten old before his time.
“Is Robert in?” Katelyn said forcefully.
“Rob! Someone’s here to see ya.”
“Who is it Hank?” said Rob emerging from the shop wiping his hands upon a dirty old rag. “Why hello, Sexy.”
“Hello Sexy yourself you fuckin’ bastard! Did you think I wouldn’t find out? And my best friend of all people. How could
you?”
“I don’t know...”
“That’s right! You don’t know anything!” With that Katelyn punched Rob square in the jaw with such a force that he
tumbled back head over heels on to the floor. “Maybe you would like to buy a clue? Better yet maybe Debbie could give
you one.” Still violent with rage she stepped up and kicked him in the ribs. “That will teach you to run-around you slimy
bastard! And to think that you were my first, what was I thinking?”
Still writhing in pain, clutching his ribs Rob begged, “Please Katelyn forgive…”
“You don’t deserve forgiveness!” Katelyn yelled whipping out a 45 “You don’t even deserve to live!”
“No Katelyn, please don’t!” Rob screamed in udder terror.
She gently pulled the trigger, then again and again. Each time with a renewed since of power. She like the sound the gun
made each time it went off, the sound of the bullets piecing Rob’s flesh, and the sounds of pain coming from his mouth.
This bastard deserved to die. Katelyn emptied all the bullets in her gun into Rob’s head and chest, all her bullets but one.
“What du?” said Hank dumfound by what had just occurred.
Katelyn spun around, leveled the gun at Hank’s chest and fired, knocking him back through the open door and on to the
road where he collapsed, dead. Looking down at Rob’s bloody corpse, she laughed at the realization of what she had done.
Katelyn jumped in her car and peeled out, running over Hank’s lifeless husk. She turned on to the highway towards
Mexico.
“I sure showed him!” Katelyn muttered with a smile of satisfaction.
Submitted By Rea Jurasek
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