I have to admit that my time doing videos, teaching karate and spending time with the girls have left little to no time to blog. Twitter saved me but I read some one's short story today and wanted to flip and work my own angle... All I have in mind is just to start with the character and a simple plot of triumph through forgiveness and pain through revenge.James knew better but he walked in denial more than in truth more times than not. He put her on a pedestal where she didnot want to be nor belong. But he wanted her there, he wanted a queen. Nevertheless his path upon denial had run it's course and he was standing at a bitter end of this troublesome path he laid out for himself.
Jame's path of denial had given him a brief respite to place a few shadow programs on their home computer system to track websites, instant messages and keystrokes. He had learned in his life to trust no one but he wanted to trust her. He never checked these systems but he never shut them down either. So while out on a business trip he accessed the server while in his hotel room and for the next seven hours he read through her chronicled "sexcapades" with men, women and orgies. She was very brash in her descriptions of her adventures and very dismissive of him as she described him as a naive fool. She described how boring the sex they had together and why she faked orgasms but would be surprised if he squeezed one or two out of her.
His heart broke.
Alas as he was nearing the end the jagged pieces of his heart that fell piercing his soul only served to free his anger and desire for revenge. His final thought as he dressed for his meeting with the executives, "Don't let them mistake your kindness for weakness."
The meeting was short as he got what he needed and decided to head home immediately. But not before setting into motion his plans of revenge. James became Miguel online signing up to follow her on twitter while building up a persona of arrogance and shallow desires. He bought a new blackberry to communicate with her through their pin numbers. He became a grifter of her desires.
Miguel promised her a trip to San Diego.
James promised her a trip to Chicago.
Miguel was given her word that she'd make it happen if he would front the money for a ticket and room. While James was given an excuse that she had already made plans to go out with her girlfriends for a girls weekend.
She told Miguel he needed to make sure she got picked up from the airport ontime. He assured her that he would send a limo with a driver. She was enthralled.
As James touched down he placed a call to her, asking her to pick him up from the airport. She said that she was already in bed and resting. She encouraged him to catch a cab. James was already hip to the game as he was sending her sultry text messages off of his other blackberry. He paused for a moment while he thought back to his friend Mike talking about being an undercover cop working drug deals.
Mike always told him you have to keep hold to the one thing that means most to you while being whiling to sacrifice everything else. Mike was good at it. Mike could bluff at poker, beat you at chess and then school you on the basketball court. But Mike had done the work for so long that he lost that piece he was holding onto and sacrificed everything, leaving nothing. James didn't want that to be him.
The phone buzzed - Miguel's phone. It was picture mail. She's already started sending pictures of herself in lingerie that James had bought her.
As Miguel, he told her to expect a few gift cards in the mail to get something new from Fredericks and The Pleasure Chest. She asked to call him. He told her that he couldn't because he was suffering from horrible sore throat. Meanwhile James called and she would send it to voicemail, keeping with the theme that she was in bed sleep.
James just released an easy sigh as he rode home. The text messages between Miguel and her would continue up to the point when he was only blocks from the house. He had Miguel excuse himself for the night. James needed a few moments to compose himself and face her.
Walking into their place it was cold and the lights were off. Of course there wasn't dinner made and the laundry was still in the same pile in the service porch as when he left. He placed his bags down walking up stairs but not before double checking that he turned Miguel's blackberry off. He stepped into the shower and watched as she laid there sleep.
He emerged and climbed in the bed next to her. She didn't even bother to stir when he tapped her on the shoulder.
A peck on the cheek and he faced the opposite way to fall asleep.
This charade would continue for the next few days. The text messages between Miguel and her would only gets more explicit. She carried on about how she no longer has a gag reflex and learned how to appreciate a real man's size. Intermittently James would send a text to her to check on her at the salon which wouldn't get a response for hours while Miguel could expect his response in moments, if that long.
Soon the day came for the trip and she was excited. She told James she would need extra money since the girls planned on going to the spa while in San Diego. James let his composure slip and with a definate tone of anger he snapped at her telling her no. An argument ensued and James had to check himself, he apologized but told her he didn't have cash and to use her credit card when she got down there and he'd cover it. She agreed reluctantly as she hadn't told him that her cards were almost maxed out.
But she was ok, she had Miguel on her mind and he had already promised her that he would take care of her.
James drove her to the airport and pulled her luggage out of the trunk. He kissed her on the cheek as she turned away to not let him kiss her on the lips. She said that she didn't want to reapply her lipgloss before going through security.
As they parted he drove off knowing this was the last time he would see her. He raced home. Her flight would take a few hours to land, taxi to the gate and for her to then get to the hotel. He had it all planned as in the days leading up to her trip he had already began buying storage boxes and bins. While driving he called the credit card company, cancelling all of his credit cards. He hurriedly began to put all of her thing into the boxes and bins. Her shoes were a problem and he broke more than a few pair of heels squeezing them into one compartment or another.
Miguel's blackberry alarm went off. It was to signal that the plane was landing.
James hurried putting all of the boxes and bins into the back of the truck, then proceeding to the storage facility.
As she landed she didn't have a complaint or a care. She was still kind of awe struck that a man she had never met but whom she had hit it off with in a matter of days sprung for a business class ticket for her to fly to San Diego. She was excited. She turned on her phone to call him - she couldn't wait to hear him but she couldn't get a clear signal. As she made her way downstairs she noticed the limo driver standing near an all black Lincoln Towncar with dark tinted windows.
She squeeled as she walked up to him. He was there for her. Miguel kept his word as he would and it was then that she felt great. The driver took her bags and put them away. He opened the door to let her in. As she took her seat there was a bouquet of tiger lillies and yellow roses with a card that was signed "I can't wait... Miguel."
The driver told her he was taking her to the Marriot.
She relaxed and enjoyed the slow ride. She called Miguel...
Miguel's blackberry rang as James was finishing up unloading the items in storage. He declined the call but sent a text. "In a meeting, running late... room 3120, see you soon." James slid the phone in his back pocket as he palms began to sweat. He couldn't believe it was this easy but he wasn't done.
As she pulled up to the Marriot the bellman let her out while the driver got her bags. She made her way to the front desk where she was able to check in, room 3120. She made her way upstairs tipping the bellman $5 for his trouble. She quickly showered as she wanted to make sure that she didn't have a scent of James on her for Miguel. She wanted to put it on Miguel at least once and have him take her shopping the next day. Miguel's text messages promised her the same and so far this man had put his money where his mouth was... even if she never heard it from him.
That's when she got worried.
That's when it clicked.
She told herself, "I've never heard him say anything."
That's when the phone rang and it was James. She was irritated as she needed to call Miguel.
"Hey" James said "I just wanted to make sure you got there safe."
"Yeah, I did. I will. Gotta go. Bye." She responded. She was so cold but was more anxious.
James heard it in her voice.
"Everything Ok, anything you want to talk about?" James asked.
"No, everything is fine. I've got to go. I'll call you after everybody get here." She said as she hung up.
James put his phone down and wanted to let out a cry but as the tears formed Miguel's phone rang. His anger swept in life a fierce tempest of emotions destroying all sense of cares he had in that very moment.
James looked at the phone. He wanted to answer it. He wanted to curse her out.
He let it ring.
He knew that her lack of patience would do her more harm than good.
The phone would ring again and again. Soon there were 5 voicemails left on the phone and 8 text messages. He didn't respond. He let an hour go by to the point where his emotions were completely checked. James picked up Miguel's blackberry and called her.
A sense of relief washed over her to calm her anxiety.
"Damn, I was afraid you were mute and couldn't speak." She said as she answered the phone.
"No," James said in a tone so deep and low that it seemed to come from an abyss.
She got quiet falling deathly silent as her heart jumped from her chest to her throat. She began to mutter when he cut her off.
"The cards have been cancelled. The locks have been changed. Your stuff is in storage and I've completed a change of address for your mail to go to a P.O. Box next door to the storage facility." He was so cold in his words and tones as he continued. "The car I let you drive has been donated to charity and your Visa bill is past due." James hung up the phone turning it off immediately.
She was speechless. She always said how she didn't love him and wanted to be out but she really didn't have anything without him. Now she was in a city where she didn't know anyone to meet a man that never existed with little to no cash and nearly maxed out credit cards.
Panic set in because James mentioned her Visa. Her Visa was the only credit card with any room on it to cover her expenses in case Miguel didn't come through.
She called the front desk and confirmed, the room was reserved in her name with her card. She did the math real quick. Her card is at it's limit. The others were already maxed out. She began to lose it as her breathing became irratic and her heart began to race.
She called James, on Miguel's number, no answer as it went straight to voicemail. So she called James on his own cell, no answer.
She went to the mini bar and opened a vodka taking a hard quick shot to calm herself down. She thought about her other jumpoffs and realized that they'd come through for her. She started making calls and getting rejected for all sorts of reasons. She realized that they weren't willing to pay for anything other than drinks, dinner and the motel.
She became desperate.
It had been several hours since she landed and it was only getting worse. She didn't know what to do. She didn't have a plan and the only person she relied upon to bail her out of trouble has shut her out.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Room service had come, she declined saying that she didn't order but the attendant told her it was complimentary as it came with the reservation placed with the room. She opened the door. The attendant pushed the cart in. As he left she apologized for not being able to tip.
The attendant told her not to because the gentlman had already taken care of it. She looked at him as James walked in while the attendant showed themselves out.
"I bet you think you're real funny asshole!" She exclaimed.
"Bitch, you don't know me!" He responded to her as he cut her down with his eyes. He stood by the bed looking down at her as she stood across the room from him. He had never called her a bitch to her face. She knew he did in his mind and maybe his heart but never out loud.
James reached into his pocket pulling out a hundred dollars in twenties and tens.
"This will get you back by train. You can catch a cab to the storage place." He said as he dropped a copy of the storage receipt ontop of the bed. "
He turned and walked away but stopped at the door as she was gathering up the money.
"I loved you, I forgive you but I never want to see you again. Be safe." He said as he opened the door and walked out.
