Story Part 3 - the Final Part

Enough. I don't believe this. It was as if the ten years of a love filled relationship wasn't enough. Countless nights spent spooning in the dark had led to this? Infidelity? The pain was intolerable, yet little by little it was replaced by an evil overpowering feeling. Revenge. I had to get even. So as I sat there I kept thinking of a way to get even. I'd kill both her and her lover. I can't believe they expect me to think its her brother. Don't they realize I know she was an orphan when her whole family died in that fire? Yes, yes, a fire... this makes me think now. My fingers and toes were numb with the cold, my head ached and water was my first priority. I held the little mug which had filled up with rain water, but the numbness of my fingers gave way and I dropped the only source of water I had. Life just got worse. No food in the stomach, no water to drink, and thirst killing me. I now understood the importance of water which we waste without a thought. My thoughts also went to the bedouins of the desert who see mirages of oasis. Water, the nectar of life.

Snap out of it. This water nonsense was driving me insane. I had to think of something, how to torture her, make her suffer and bleed. Images of the two of them torridly kissing in OUR bed were occupying my every thought. The fact that she'd never sounded that satisfied with me just made it worse.??Was i that bad? Was it because i lacked size and girth? I began to feel insecure, insignificant. A giant L was growing right out of my face. I decided that the giant L had to be squeezed,so I rifled through my pockets and found the tweezers clinging to the lining for dear life,I felt the puss ridden giant L and took its head between the tweezers and squeezed. My eyes watered and I found relief as the Giant L burst its banks, at last I had rid my face of that humungous spot, I came out of my dreams and She was there looking at me,her teeth as white as snow and her eyes they shone like diamonds. Her hair was burnished bronze and long and wavy and her lips were moist and parted so radiant in her beauty but she was with another man, one who the good Pastor had called her brother.. No brotherly and sisterly hug was what I saw, I only remember in my burning hunger the looks of passion and lust that was radiating from the two of them, so locked in a lovers passionate embrace.. No the good Pastor was lying to me, why??, why?? why??, Why would he be lying to me, was that the good Pastor's overcoat that I had found lying on the side of our bed last week.. The one that she said she had bought for me and was now torn to shreds by the huge monster of a dog that I had encountered.. My mind is swarming with so many thoughts, I can't keep them straight because of the burning hunger in my stomach and in my mind.. I will have to find a place to get safely off of the train, But who is that coming towards me and what harm do they mean to do to me?? She was bedding someone else,she was bedding someone else the travelling train seemed to be saying to me. The thought of her warm body wrapped closely to another was making me beside myself. The train crawled to a halt and there was that god damm pastor there a looking at me,his revolver indicated he wasn’t pleased to see me but I wasn't pleased to see him either.. Who did he think that I was, my hungered mind was asking.. I trusted him so completely and now here he was staring me down with a loaded pistol in his hand.. The hunger was gnawing at me but I was past caring anymore, my life, I cried, my life is over and for what??? You were the one bedding my wife, you and the one that you called her brother.. Who are you?? just who the H*ll are you?? I trusted my soul to you and you have torn my heart out and thrown it at my feet..??The hunger was tearing me up inside as I had only eaten the stolen eclair cake and a few peanuts that I stole from the bird table. Was it just days ago that I had a good job, house, car, and money in the bank. Now it was all gone my raging mind told me, gone for good.. I couldn't control my anger anymore..??Well, now we will just see who is the better man for my wife, he said as he lunged toward the wayward Good Pastor.. As he reached the pastor, shots rang out and I walked to the nearest public toilets and drank straight from and tap in there and feeling more refreshed went to the toilet and had a quick wash.

THE END