“I said I’m sorry. It was a mistake!” As soon as I said it, I knew I misspoke. Even before he turned to grace me with what I presumed was the most venomous glare known to man, I could feel the switch and how cold his aura had gotten.
“Did you say it was a mistake?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have —”
“You’re always sorry. So you realize that?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Yeah, cause you made a mistake, right?”
“I said I —”
“No, Mary. I’ll tell you why what you did was not a mistake.”
“James, listen —”
“A mistake,” he continued like I didn’t speak “is spilling ketchup on your shirt. A mistake is slipping on a banana peel and causing the person in front of you to fall. What a mistake is not, Mary, is hiding someone else’s travel papers cause you were feeling petty and making them miss out on an opportunity that could have changed their entire life.”
“I wasn’t trying to hurt her.”
“She nearly committed suicide, Mary. So, don’t tell me you didn’t mean to hurt her. You just thought you would be able to get away with something so despicable.”
I sat down desolated as he loomed over me. “When did you get so spiteful? When did you get so mean? How are you even able to live with yourself?”
The implication of my actions washed over me. God, I’d become the worst of the villains I used to read in books. “She had everything I wanted," I started absently. She took my parents’ love. She took Jason. And now, she’s taking you too. My best friend of fifteen years.”
James voice mellowed a bit. “She didn’t take me. For the longest time I was on your side. You had no flaws in my eyes, Mary. But this, this is low. Far too low. So yeah, you’ve lost me. Not because of Christine. But because I don’t think I could bear to be with someone that hurts people that easily. That unapologetically.”
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I’d become a monster of my own making. But I couldn’t help the rage I felt that even on the sick bed, Christine still won. Hatred for the blonde beauty overwhelmed me. I wish I could feel guilty for what I did but I couldn’t but I only had to put up a front, so I wouldn’t terrify James even more. I mentally rolled my eyes. Attempted suicide was the height of drama so I wasn’t surprised that Christine did that.
Anything to make herself the victim.
Anything to steal just another person from me.
I turned to look at James who was watching closely and schooled my face to a semblance of contrition. “Let me fix things. What can I do to make it all better?”
I saw the look of relief on James’ face and hid a smile. They were always so easy to fool. The lot of them. This was just the start and I wasn’t nearly done. I had a whole list planned and would execute them. One by one.
Jhymi🖤
My entry to the Freewrite Daily Prompt: Implication
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