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Soon | Not Today; ft Cindy Parker
Topic Started: Apr 7 2017, 04:21 PM (277 Views)
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The dumbest thing Cindy Parker could’ve done was give me a spare key to her house.

That was the only thought that crossed my mind as I sat in her den dressed in all black with black gloves covering my hands, and a pistol complete with a silencer tip resting on my lap.

Did she forget I had it maybe? Shit, she probably never thought I’d have any use for it, and really? I didn’t.

Not until today.

I knew Nolan had basketball tryouts today so Cindy should’ve been home at any minute...but what the fuck was I doing?

“Damn, bruh.” I spoke softly, as I glared down at the pistol and looked toward Cindy’s front door.

The thoughts going through my mind were not ones of a sane man, but shit. Was I ever sane?

Probably not. I wasn’t crazy either, but anyone who knew Brandon Banks the person knew just how damaged I was.

I was sick of it, man.

Sick of people lying to me about my kids.

Sick of people trying to take my kids away from me.

Sick of people believing that just because I was wealthy and had everything most dreamed of that somehow made me a happy man.

… I wasn’t. I was miserable.

Lyza, my kids, my dogs, and few other people in my life? They made me happy. Everything else? I couldn’t care less about it.

I gripped the pistol tightly just as I saw headlights pulling into the driveway. Standing up, I moved toward the window and just barely pushed open the curtain to see Cindy’s Mercedes pulling in. I waited just to make sure Nolan wasn’t with her, and once she shut the driver side door and started walking toward her home, I knew it was time.

“It’s time.”

I stepped away from the window and walked right into Cindy’s kitchen. I didn’t try to hide, but I made sure Cindy wouldn’t see me until she reached the kitchen itself. I cocked back the pistol, and everything started to go black.

“This is who I am…” I whispered, staring down at the pistol as I felt my eyes starting to swell.

The front door opened and I heard the sound of the voice of the woman that I once loved -- one that I still cared about greatly to a certain degree.

“Ugh! I forgot to buy Sunkist!” Cindy yelled, slamming her door shut just as I heard her put her keys on the table directly next to the front door. “Whatever. I’ll do that when I pick Nolan up.”

The footsteps got closer…

My heart began to race....

Closer…

It was beating out my chest…

Closer…

… and then it stopped.

“BRANDON?!” she screamed as she watched me step out from behind the cabinets covering her wall. Her eyes went right to the pistol in my possession, the look on her her face hard to describe with words other than shock and fear. “Brandon… what are you doing?” she asked, cowering back just a little bit.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. The only thing my body was able to do was raise the pistol and point it right at the face of my ex-wife.

“BRANDON!” she yelped, unable to say anything immediately after. “Please… just… it’s me.” she pleaded, taking one step closer to me -- but that single step? It was enough to set me off.

“STAY THE FUCK BACK YOU LYIN’ ASS BITCH!” I shouted, gripping my right hand tighter around grip panel. “There’s so many things I wanna say to you right now, Cindy. So many fuckin’ things I wanna say, but what would be the point? Just to hear more fuck--” I stopped, choking up a bit as I pulled my finger away from the trigger. “-- MORE FUCKIN LIES?! MORE BULLSHIT!? MORE SECRETS”

“I NEVER LIED TO YOU, BRANDON!” She screamed right back. “I just… I just didn’t tell you everything! YOU THINK THIS HASN’T BEEN EATING AWAY AT ME, HUH?!” Her confidence was starting to build up, “I went legit APE FUCKIN’ SHIT WHEN I HAD TO GIVE HER AWAY, BRANDON! YOU WERE ON DRUGS! I WASN’T READY BE A SINGLE PARENT OF ONE KID, LET ALONE TWO! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO.”

There were tears in her eyes now, but it didn’t make me feel bad. In fact, it enraged me even more, but every time I looked at Cindy? I couldn’t help me but see the face of the first woman I ever actually loved that wasn’t family.

I saw Nolan’s eyes in hers.

I saw my own reflection in her pupils, almost as if I was having an outer body experience.

What the fuck was I doing, yo?!

“Brandon…” Cindy whispered, keeping her his distance while I hunched over and covered my stomach with my hand. “You deserve to be angry. You deserve to hate me. I seriously did the most horriblest things I’ve ever done to you. The one person who ever cared about me for me. The person who I seriously thought I’d spend the rest of my life with…but I did what was best for the both of us at the time.”

She got closer… and closer… close enough to touch…

… but that was when I pushed her back and sent her flying into the refrigerator.

“No, Cindy!” I yelled, raising the pistol up once more as the tears began flowing down my cheeks.

I hated crying, bruh.

“You did what you thought was best for you. That…” I stopped, “... she could’ve fuckin’ saved me from becomin’ who the fuck I am, Cindy! I had my fuckin’ chance to not be… THIS!” I set the pistol on the countertop, and it was getting hard to breathe. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this emotional, but man did it feel like it was a long time coming.

“I didn’t have to be this way. I wouldn’t be this way if I knew, and now look at me.” I said as I faced my ex-wife. “I’m a fucking monster, Cindy. A legit murderer. A heartless murderer who people believe is some superstar and kind hearted son of a bitch because I love animals. I’m not a fuckin’ superstar, Cyn. I never was…” I continued as I shook my head and grabbed a hold of the pistol. “I’m a piece of shit who deserves everything bad that happens to him…” I gripped up the grip panel tightly and pointed the pistol right at Cindy’s forehead. “And you deserve what’s coming to you.”

I cocked the gun and watched Cyn cower into a ball. She was saying something, but none of it registered. All I could hear were the voices in my head telling me to do it. Finish it. She deserved it…

… but as I stared at her, the only thing that crossed my mind was Nolan.

The first day Cindy and I met.

Our wedding day.

The day Nolan was born.

It was nothing but positive thoughts, and the pain that I came there with? It all went away.

“Cindy…” I tucked the pistol into the back of my black jeans and moved closer toward her. “Cindy, look at me…”

I got close enough to reach my hands out and grab a hold of hers. I pulled her up to her feet, grabbed her by the head and slammed it right off the refrigerator just hard enough to make it hurt.

“I’m going to kill you…” I whispered, “... but since a part of me still cares about you for some fucked up reason…” I continued to stare into her swelled up eyes, “... I’m going to let you make peace with everyone you’ve wronged. I’m going to let you spend time with Nel and Nolan both, and I’m going to let you do the last few things you want do.” I squeezed her chin with my right hand and made sure she stared me right in the eyes. “Then when that’s done? You’re gonna come to me and tell me that you’re ready to go.”

I finally let go of her chin, backed away, and flipped my sweatshirt hood over my head as I walked toward Cindy’s front door. I never bothered to turn around to look at her, but I did have one final thing to say.

“And if you tell anyone about this? You know I have the resources and the power to make sure nothing happens to me, but you? You won’t live to see another morning.”

I continued my pace straight out of Cindy’s door, slammed it shut and made my leave.

What was going through my mind?

Absolutely nothing.

Everything was black again…

… and that’s exactly how it was meant to be.
Edited by BB, Apr 7 2017, 04:25 PM.
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