Creative Writing: A Reflection of Revenge part 2
I untied the boat from the dock and took it out to sea. No one saw me. They never did. I was careful. I untied the bag and took one last look at its contents. An old man. Grey. Very grey and very old. He was strong once but now I had made him weak. Helpless.
I smiled. It was going to be all right.
The mother took her child’s hand, walking leisurely down to the stream. The young boy knelt by the water’s edge, dipping his fingers in the water, softly swirling it into waves. He loved the sea, the soothing splashes of the waves against the shore. A rustling was heard in the bushes and the mother turned to look, the boy continued to play.
Daddy was back. Mummy wasn’t smiling. He walked towards her briskly and she grabbed her son, pulling him to his feet.
“Charlie, you need to run. NOW!” She almost threw him away from her and he could see the intensity of the fear in her eyes. He didn’t understand what was wrong, Daddy had come back, but he ran away anyway. He went as far as the trees and hid behind a large oak. Mummy would think he was gone now, but he wanted to know what was happening. He cautiously peered around the tree.
He straightened his tie in the rear view mirror, not that it was out of place. He was simply delaying the inevitable. He opened the door of his Audi and stepped out into the rain, raising an umbrella above his head. He made his way up the garden path to the front door of the cottage and knocked. He saw the old lady peer around the curtain at the window to his left and he managed a slight curl of his lips; the rest of his face remained motionless.
The woman answered the door, a face equally as blank. He didn’t even have to say anything; she could see it in his face. A tear began to run slowly down her cheek.
“I’m sorry; there was nothing more we could do. The judge ruled not guilty.” At that moment the little boy peered around the door. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He simply stared at the man at the door then ran away. He wasn’t the happy and smiley child from his family photographs anymore.
I dumped the body over the side. I watched it sink into the dark depths of the ocean. Watched until it was so far down it was barely a spec. I sat on the edge of the boat and looked out into the distance, savouring the last moments of darkness. The sun was starting to rise. God, I hated the sun, shining so bright, creeping into my perfect moment. It destroyed the darkness.
It messed with my mind.
He moved towards her and she began to whimper, pleading with him to stay away. He didn’t stop. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the ground. He was shouting something at her but it was slurred, the boy didn’t know what it was. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t, he sat transfixed on the scene before him, his mummy and daddy fighting.
The man seized a rock from the floor. It was smooth and moist, the sunlight reflected off its shimmering surface. He swung his arm and the rock collided with the woman’s skull, sending a river of crimson red blood gushing from her face. He swung again, over and over, mutilating mummy’s delicate features. Her nose was shattered and one eye burst into a fountain of scarlet blood. The blood was pooling at mummy’s feet, slowly seeping into the sandy dirt.
The boy screamed; he couldn’t help it. The man turned to look in his direction. He smiled and all he said was, “It’s going to be all right son.”, before he dragged mummy’s barely breathing body into the water and watched her wash away.
I smiled. It was going to be all right.
* * * * *
The mother took her child’s hand, walking leisurely down to the stream. The young boy knelt by the water’s edge, dipping his fingers in the water, softly swirling it into waves. He loved the sea, the soothing splashes of the waves against the shore. A rustling was heard in the bushes and the mother turned to look, the boy continued to play.
Daddy was back. Mummy wasn’t smiling. He walked towards her briskly and she grabbed her son, pulling him to his feet.
“Charlie, you need to run. NOW!” She almost threw him away from her and he could see the intensity of the fear in her eyes. He didn’t understand what was wrong, Daddy had come back, but he ran away anyway. He went as far as the trees and hid behind a large oak. Mummy would think he was gone now, but he wanted to know what was happening. He cautiously peered around the tree.
* * * * *
He straightened his tie in the rear view mirror, not that it was out of place. He was simply delaying the inevitable. He opened the door of his Audi and stepped out into the rain, raising an umbrella above his head. He made his way up the garden path to the front door of the cottage and knocked. He saw the old lady peer around the curtain at the window to his left and he managed a slight curl of his lips; the rest of his face remained motionless.
The woman answered the door, a face equally as blank. He didn’t even have to say anything; she could see it in his face. A tear began to run slowly down her cheek.
“I’m sorry; there was nothing more we could do. The judge ruled not guilty.” At that moment the little boy peered around the door. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He simply stared at the man at the door then ran away. He wasn’t the happy and smiley child from his family photographs anymore.
* * * * *
I dumped the body over the side. I watched it sink into the dark depths of the ocean. Watched until it was so far down it was barely a spec. I sat on the edge of the boat and looked out into the distance, savouring the last moments of darkness. The sun was starting to rise. God, I hated the sun, shining so bright, creeping into my perfect moment. It destroyed the darkness.
It messed with my mind.
* * * * *
He moved towards her and she began to whimper, pleading with him to stay away. He didn’t stop. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the ground. He was shouting something at her but it was slurred, the boy didn’t know what it was. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t, he sat transfixed on the scene before him, his mummy and daddy fighting.
The man seized a rock from the floor. It was smooth and moist, the sunlight reflected off its shimmering surface. He swung his arm and the rock collided with the woman’s skull, sending a river of crimson red blood gushing from her face. He swung again, over and over, mutilating mummy’s delicate features. Her nose was shattered and one eye burst into a fountain of scarlet blood. The blood was pooling at mummy’s feet, slowly seeping into the sandy dirt.
The boy screamed; he couldn’t help it. The man turned to look in his direction. He smiled and all he said was, “It’s going to be all right son.”, before he dragged mummy’s barely breathing body into the water and watched her wash away.
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