Revenge

I never felt as lonely inside as I did at that exact moment. It was as if all known existence of the world and beyond were sucked out of my head, giving me a migraine. I trudged down the porch steps and onto the concrete walkway. Once I got back far enough, I turned around and stared off into space, soaking in my last memory of the house. I really wanted it to be filled with the scent of apple pie, and the sound of little feet running up and down the carpeted stairway one day. I clutched my duffel bag tighter when I noticed my ex-boyfriend, Wayne, staring down at me from the second story bedroom’s window. When he saw me looking at him, he shook his head from side to side, as if to say “shame on you”, and disappeared behind his teal curtains, which were flapping almost soundlessly behind the window, caused by the fan blowing at it.

I closed my eyes as hot tears flooded them, letting one escape my right eyelid. A light breeze had just picked up, shaking my favorite cherry blossom around. Rain fell sparsely from the sky, making a little “splat” sound as each drop smacked against the pavement, soon sounding like drummers beating their sticks against their drums as more and more rain came down. I finally opened my eyes again to the now lit walkway, watching shadows flicker as the solar powered lights lining the walk blinked on and off, unsure of whether or not it was dark enough to turn on. I was now imagining that Wayne was typing away at his Mac, searching for a replacement “me”. He’d told me earlier in the week that I was special, and that no other woman could ever compare to my extravagant beauty and loving personality. I now knew what a fool I’ve been; I’d actually believed that he meant it, that no matter what would happen in the future, Wayne would never leave me. My laugh that I let out was a bit more hysterical than I had intended it to be. I turned back around and continued to walk to my car. After I got in, I stuck my keys in the ignition, cranked up the heat, and thought.

Wayne doesn’t like alcohol; much less (or more) does he like alcoholics. I’ve been trying to mask the fact that I was one with my love and affection that I had shared with him. But it didn’t really work as planned, because just tonight, I came “home” in a drunken stupor, singing “Yankee Doodle”. He was asleep at the time, but woke up when I had fallen face first into the master bathroom’s toilet. After that, it wasn’t so fun. Wayne had walked into the bathroom and picked me up by the rim of my pants. He gave me a little lecture, which slapped me out of LaLa land at the time, and threw me out; literally- and physically. I was trying to think up a good way to plant a bomb of revenge on him during the lecture, but I was too distracted by the fragrance of axe jumping off of Wayne and climbing its way through my nose. But now, I had something good in mind.

I threw my car door back open and yanked my keys back out of the ignition. I sneaked a little peek at the bedroom window that my ex had been looking out of earlier to make sure he was watching. When he wasn’t, I slammed my car door shut and waited impatiently for him to come rushing over to the window. After five long seconds, I saw Wayne leaning outside of the window, yelling at me, asking me what the hell I was doing. I gave him a devious look and saw his face show a little bit of worry, before contorting into a “you wouldn’t” look.

I swiftly turned away and stomped over to his
car, which was conveniently in front of mine. I shoved my key into the back left tire, not caring about the loud pop it had made. I wasn’t satisfied until I heard four pops, each resulting in a long ssss sound. I used the extra key Wayne had given me to open up the driver’s side door and pulled his radio out of its slot. I showed it to him before smashing it on the ground and using my left stiletto to do the rest of the damage. I looked back up at the bedroom window, only to see his curtains. Thinking Oh, shit, I froze on the sidewalk. I was hoping that Wayne had just gone to the bathroom, or to call his new girlfriend, or something like that. But all faith was lost when the front door creaked open, and he came running out in the pair of jeans he had been wearing earlier in the night, shirtless.

“What the hell?!” Wayne yelled, “Just-just- what the fuck!”

I responded with an eye roll.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t, I don’t.” He was now walking around with his hands resting on his head, “You shouldn’t be here. This is your fault.”

“How?” I heard myself say.

“How? How?!” He pointed his right index finger at me and came rushing down the walk, “You insisted that we stay together.” Wayne jabbed his finger into my chest, causing more tears to rush at my eyes, “You decided to rip out my thousand dollar radio, and just smash it on the sidewalk!”

I looked down and scratched my arm to try and distract him away from my blood red face, but Wayne lifted my head up and stared me in the eyes, with his milk chocolate eyes. I didn’t dare look away. Not even to blink.

“I don’t think we should be together anymore.” He shook his head, "I just don't think it's possible."

"Yeah?" I said playfully, standing up on my tip toes, trying to match his height.

"Yeah." Wayne whispered before kissing me.

It has always amazed me how fast Wayne and I could go from broken up and back to a healthy relationship again, even though it's happened like a billion times. Of course, I already knew what the last part was from previous fights we had. I knew it very well. It was my favorite line in the whole entire world. The most romantic, lip trembling, tongue touching line. And it goes a little like this:

“But that never stopped me before.”