Jenny and John

Jenny and John

John walked through the front door to the house he shared with his
girlfriend, Jenny. Jenny grabbed him. Sat him down in the armchair and
told him that he was a coward. John was a bit confused by this and
inquired as to why. Jenny told him that he should "damn well
know."

Jenny disappeared into the kitchen and returned five minutes later with
a plate of food. Spaghetti. Johns favourite. " Here you go. Enjoy!" She
said with a smile. She took a seat on the sofa, close to him. John took
the fork which she had provided and tried to engage her in
conversation.

"Today at work was weird." He began, "Chris was in this really funny
mood. He kept spouting what I can only describe as bollocks."

"That's an idea!" Jenny said, staring right into Johns lap.

"What is?"

"Doesn't matter." Her gaze returned to the magazine she had just picked
up. "Coward, silly coward," she uttered under her breath.

"What's this coward stuff about Jen?"

"Doesn't matter," she said, "Food alright?"

"Yeah, it's great. Spag-Bol is my favourite, you know that!"

"Yeah, I know."

John continued eating. There was something different about this meal.
It tasted a little bitter occasionally. John put it down to the type of
spaghetti which Jenny had used. He took another mouthful.

"Coward." Jenny said again.

"Look, what is it? Why'd you keep saying that?"

"Doesn't matter." She repeated again.

John shrugged it off and took another mouthful. "Coward." Jenny said
again.

"Right, that fucking does it. What???"

"Enjoying your worms?"

"WHAT?"

"I put a few worms in there. Teach you a lesson."

"WHAT???" John couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"You, John Winger, are a coward. A coward. A stupid coward."

"I've had enough of this." John stood up, knocking his plate on the
floor. He walked off into the next room. He sat down at his computer
and turned it off. He dialled up to the Internet and opened his mail
client. It told him that he had five hundred new e-mails. He thought
that was a little weird. He looked at them. They all came from Jenny
and a few of her friends. He read the first one. It simply read
"Coward." He tried one from Tina, Jenny's best friend. It read the
same. Coward.

He leapt from his seat and headed back to the living room. As he got to
the door, he felt a blinding pain in his head and then felt himself hit
the floor. He opened his eyes and was surrounded by darkness. He tired
to move his arms but found they were bound to his sides. He tried to
stand, but his legs had also been tied.

He was scared. Then he heard a dripping noise. Water dripping from a
tap, he made a guess that he was in the bathroom. He started to shout
for Jenny. He heard her laughing through the door.

"COWARD!!!" She shouted, "this will teach you!!"

"You bitch what've you done?"

The water continued to drip.

Jenny walked away from the door back into the living room. She sat down
and listened to Johns screaming. He screamed her name and all the
obscenities he could thing of, whilst the tap dripped. And dripped. And
dripped.

All manner of madness began to sweep over Johns mind. He had no idea of
the time, he tried to sleep, but the constant dripping kept him awake.
He began to think about why Jenny could be doing this. He could not
think of a single thing that he had done to her, to anyone, ever that
could warrant this. His head began to race, he started to repeat poems
and songs to himself to try to drain out the dripping, but nothing
could block it.

He heard the door open. Then he heard the noise of fast running water.
A faint odour of urine passed over him. Jenny then flushed the toilet,
walked over him, wiped herself on his head and then pulled her knickers
back up. "Coward. Have you learnt a lesson here?"

"What are you talking about you mad bitch?"

"The lesson you are learning is that you shouldn't be a coward."

"How is this teaching me that?"

"It's not. Not really. Not at all in fact. Lar, lar, lar. "And Jenny
walked out again, shutting the door behind her.

John began to cry. He was now alone with the dripping tap and all he
could smell was piss. He started to scream hysterically. Jenny
returned. She put a kitchen knife to his throat and untied him with her
free hand. She helped him up and then pushed him into the wall, placing
her body weight on him to hold him there. "Strip." She demanded.

John had no idea what was going on, his loving girlfriend of eight
years had suddenly gone stark raving mad. He did not argue with her
command.

"All the way."

John took off his shirt, socks, trousers and boxer shorts and stood
naked against the wall. Jenny pulled him back a step and ran the knife
point along his spine, with just enough pressure not to draw blood. She
then ran it across his arse and then between his legs. The knife
touched his scrotum. John winced.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't move a muscle."

John froze to the spot. Jenny pulled the knife back and put it around
in front of him. She put it to his penis. "Bobbit?"

John said nothing, he didn't move a muscle.

"Answer me? Do you want me to cut your cock off you fucking
coward?"

"N-n-n-no."

"Hmm, you're lucky. Come with me." Jenny marched him out to the front
door, keeping the knife in the small of his back. She reached around
and opened the door. She then pushed him out into the cold November
night and slammed the door shut.

Jenny knelt down and pulled the letter box up. She put her lips to it
and began to chant "coward" over and over again.

"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?"

"It's not what you've done to me, or anybody else for that matter. It's
what you do to yourself on a daily basis. You continually let people
walk all over you. You never stand up for yourself. It makes me sick.
I'm giving you an exaggerated taste of what people do to you every
single day. You let them walk all over you John. YOU MAKE ME SICK YOU
FUCKING COWARD!!!!!"

"You're not right. You're fucking mad. You make me sick."

Jenny started to laugh. Johns naked state had taken a dislike to the
cold and his penis had shrunk practically back into his body. "Look,
John, you've got no cock or balls! Ha."

"Please let me in. I beg you."

"I do not hear the cries of beggars."
"But Jen, I'm so co&;#8230;"

"On your knees, you coward. Then get on all fours and bark like a
dog."

"No." John ran off into the night. He had no idea where he could go. He
had no clothes, no shoes and was scared. He ran through the streets
crying, tears streaming down his face.

Then he fell. He hit the ground and just lay there. Jenny walked up
behind him, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to their
house. With every step she took, the skin on Johns face and body ripped
and they left a trail of blood. John passed out long before they got
back to the house.

The alarm clock rang at six a.m. the next morning. Jenny lay next to
him. He let out a scream. Jenny awoke.

"What are you screaming at John, honey?"

"You? After what you did to me last night why I am here? How did I get
here?"

"John, what are you talking about?"

"You, you knocked me out, you threatened to cut my balls off and then
you threw me naked into the street and then and then&;#8230;"

"And then nothing. John you've been dreaming again."

"Okay, explain the cuts on my face and arms."

"Oh John, honey&;#8230;" He voice trailed off.

John stood up and walked towards the door. Jenny leapt up after him and
plunged the kitchen knife into his back. He fell, bleeding, to the
floor. Jenny laughed and watched him bleed, then loose consciousness
and finally die.