Friday Fiction

Walking out of the office building and feeling the sun on his face was a small pleasure, but it was one he enjoyed immensely. Most days at the office meant 10 hours in the chair shuffling papers around until the sun had well and truly disappeared. Today however the opportunity to leave early had been proposed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. What to do with these precious few hours was not in question either. He was driving straight home to surprise his sweetheart Alicia. From there they would head down to the beach with some fish and chips and watch the always beautiful sun as it set into the waves. He excitidley jumped into his car that was parked 5 levels down into the bowels of the earth and drove the countless stomach turning ramps back to the surface and pointed his car straight for home.

Just the thought of taking his shoes off and walking barefoot in the sand was enough to distract him as he turned into the street, so much so that he failed to notice the grey pickup parked on the kerb out front of his house. Hoping to perpetrate the perfect surprise he had shut off the cars engine as he turned into the driveway and rolled the last few meters to the garage door. Getting out of the car slowly and closing the door gently he tiptoed up to the front door. The trick would be getting the always noisy lock open and in the door before Alicia wised up to what was going on. He reached up to the door handle slowly and was about to push the key into the lock when he noticed the door was already unlocked and slightly ajar. That made it easier for him, but he had spoken to Alicia a number of times about being security conscious when she was home alone.

Stepping inside the house he was about to close the door quietly when he became aware of a muffled screaming sound coming from the back section of the house. “What the hell is that”  he mumbled. “Alicia” he called, but the noises went silent. His mind raced, what was happening. Had he disturbed a burglar who was attacking his wife? Was it just the TV? He called again, a little more desperate this time “Alicia!”. Still no response. There was no time to waste, his heart was racing so he took off running towards the spare bedroom at the rear of the house. “Alicia!” he screamed as he ran, still no response, but he could hear sharp whispers and movement. Without stopping he braced his shoulder and crashed into the closed bedroom door. “Alicia!” he yelled as he burst into the spare room ready to take on anyone or thing that dared hurt his beautiful wife.

The scene in front of him was nearly as comical as it was disturbing. Lying face down on the bed was his naked wife , a pillow lay discarded on the back of her head. She wasn’t moving. Next to the bed was a naked man hopping on one leg, desperately trying to get his shorts on. “what the fuck is going on here?” he screamed. Without waiting for an answer he launched himself into the pantsless man. The first punch was a bell ringer and sent the unknown male to the floor in a heap. The force behind the successful punch had thrown him off balance and he toppled over right next to the unconscious male body. When he looked up he was face to face with the biggest cock he had ever seen. No wonder this guy was having so much trouble getting his pants on he thought. It would have been like trying to hide an elephant under a doona cover. This thought alone enraged him even more and he found himself delivering more punches and kicks to the already prone man. All of a sudden he heard Alicia’s voice breaking in over the white noise screaming in his ears. “Jimmy, Stop it, You’ll kill him”. He spun around to see Alicia standing on the bed, covering herself with a sheet, tears streaming down her face. “Who the hell is this?” he shouted, pointing to the prone body on the floor. “I thought he had killed you! You were just lying there when I came in, I thought he’d hurt you or something!!” She just stared at him blankly, her bottom lip trembling. “I….I don’t know…I…I just” The sobbing was making it hard for her to speak and it was during her pauses that he put two and two together. ” I don’t believe it, You’re cheating on me?…In my own fucken house! you BITCH!! ” He turned and stormed out . Alicia grabbed for him but it was a feeble attempt and he was out of the room in a flash, the anger at fever pitch.

As he stormed away he let loose with another huge punch. This one landed right in the middle of the hallway wall and his fist went clear through and into the other room. He didn’t even feel the sharp metal as it cut deeply into his hand. He ripped his arm out of the newly decorated plaster and continued on out the front door. He headed straight for the grey pickup he could now see on his front kerb. The drivers door was unlocked and the keys were sitting proudly on the dash. Clearly this guy was in a hurry to get inside both the house and his wife. He grabbed the keys, sat in the drivers seat and started the truck. He had no idea why he started it, but it felt good to have control of something that wasn’t his for once.

His hands were clenched like iron around the steering wheel and he started to wrench on the wheel as hard as he could. Back and forth, slamming his back into the seat, pulling and pushing trying to get some result. The scream he let out came from way down low in his chest. It was such a violent sound that he scared himself a little. Tears were running down his face, and as he cleared them away from his eyes he noticed Alicia running out of the front door still only wrapped in the bed sheet. She was screaming something but he couldn’t hear her over the sound of the pickups motor he was now revving heavily. As she came closer he was overwhelmed with the desire to be as far away from her as possible. He slammed the truck into gear and tore off down the road, wheels spinning hard, digging deeply into his neatly manicured front verge. Large chunks of dirt and grass  spewing out the rear of the pickup. Alicia cut a sad figure in the rear vision mirror, covered in bits of mud, tears streaming down her face in a filthy old bed sheet. Good he thought as he jammed the accelerator to the floor and just drove.