TRUTH OR DEATH (3 page)

“Nah, nothing much, I just have one question.” She turned to Jacob and with the smile still on her face, she asked,

“Am I your one and only love?”

The room went silent. Reverend Bell felt as if the question came crashing into the room. Through her smile, he saw pain, a woman who just wanted the truth. Her tone said it all. Her smile really wasn’t a smile at all. Jacob, with what seemed to be a sincere tone, took his girlfriend’s hand and answered her.

“You are the only one for me, Annabelle; I told you that. There is no one else out there for me. I only love you.”

With those loving words, with that lying tongue, and within the couple’s therapy session, Jacob sealed his fate.

Your Last Chance

As the couple left what would be their last in person therapy session together, Annabelle turned and asked the reverend for his card. She didn’t know at that moment why she would use it, but she took one just in case. In all her time going there, she had never bothered. The therapy was Jacob’s idea in the first place. She couldn’t believe that he had her doing that dumb shit, as if they really had a future, as if he was really going to marry her. That’s why they started to go. He said that if she were to be his wife, they would need to work on the problems that they already had.

As the couple rode in silence, Jacob was still having a hard time understanding Annabelle’s attitude. The whole week had been hard with her. She would barely take his calls and when she did, she hardly spoke.

“What in the fuck is wrong with you, little girl?” Jacob couldn’t take it anymore; enough was enough.

“Pull under the bridge and stop the car.”

“What; why?” Jacob was starting to think that something was wrong with her.

“Did you hear me Jacob? Please pull over. I have something I need to do.”

As the car came to a slow stop, Jacob looked at the girl he once knew and didn’t see anything familiar.

“Why did you ask me to stop here?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled off her pants and got on top of him.

“Belle, this is crazy, what are you---?”

“Shut the fuck up and just look at me.”

Jacob did as he was told.

“We have been together for a few years now. I met you when I was 21 and you were 31. Now, five years later, with the same 10 years between us, I want you to tell me something,” she stopped talking and unbuttoned his pants. She stuck her hand in his boxers and pulled out his long pole, which had begun to harden under her touch.

“Tell me, why did you pick me? Why am I the only one for you?” Jacob was more concerned with her body than her words, as he answered. He should have thought more about the words that he was about to speak, but her body was calling him.

“I picked you because as soon as I saw you, I knew that you were a rare gem. I knew that I had to have you. As far as why you are the only one for me, well, I just wouldn’t be able to live without you.” Before he answered, Annabelle had been working her body against his rod, but as his beautiful lies slipped out of his mouth, she stopped. It was brief, but she just needed to look at him.

“Okay, so now, what I want you to do is, as you tell me how much you love me, I want you to fuck me. I want you to slide inside of me as you tell me that I am the only one for you.”

Annabelle leaned in and kissed him passionately, just as she knew he would want her to. She waited for him to glide inside of her and more importantly, she waited for his lies. “I love you, Belle. I need you Belle; you are the only one for me, Belle.”

Over and over, he spewed his lies at her. He told them so freely and she pretended to believe them. Their lovemaking slowly advanced to a cold hard fuck as Annabelle moved her hips out of anger. She lowered the back of his car seat and once he was in a lying position, she angry fucked him. He was a liar…a good lay, but a liar nonetheless. The closer she got to exploding, the more her hazy plan became clear. Jacob was scum and there was only one way to make him pay. As he enjoyed his afternoon liaison, Annabelle reached into his pocket, felt around and bingo, she found his wedding ring. She came as she slipped the ring into her left hand and held onto it until he dropped her off.

That afternoon, as Jacob went on to buy his wife flowers after screwing his mistress under a bridge, his mistress went shopping for the things that were needed for her mission. She made sure to meet up with a friend from her past and picked up the type of phone that she would need to teach Jacob’s ass a lesson, a lesson to die for.

Mr. Officer

He thought that he was going to be the one to drag her to his mental hell, but she already had a one-way ticket. If everything went as planned, she would be leaving sanity behind and crossing the gates of madness willingly. She had it all planned out.
Tape and ropes, check. Her lover’s wedding ring and his wife’s address, check. Two large duffle bags and her weapons of choice, CHECK! So, if the cop opened the trunk, she was going to have to get another duffle bag and really speed to make up for lost time.

“Yes, Officer, was I speeding?” She was talking to his crotch and from the looks of
it, it was a mighty meaty crotch at that.

“License and registration?” He asked without showing his face. It didn’t matter, she was still checking out his goods. Once she searched both the car and her glove compartment, she found what he wanted. She stuck her hand outside of her car window and cursed under her breath as she looked at the time on the dashboard.

“You were doing 65 miles per hour in a 35 mph zone. That speed on this winding road plus the rain is nothing but trouble.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice. It’s just that my brother just went to the hospital. I wasn’t watching my speed, I’m so sorry.” She watched his massive hands wipe the rain off her license, and then lit it with his flashlight before bending over and finally letting her see his face.

“You don’t want to join him in there, do you?”

She wanted to tell him the hell off, but his smile was starting to melt the anger iceberg that was forming inside of her chest.

“Sit tight; I’ll try and make this quick.”

FUCK! She thought that him smiling and looking at her tits meant that he was going to let her go. She had to think fast, how would she get out of this? She could have just pulled off, but that would really delay her plans, plus he had her damn ID. Annabelle just prayed that nothing came up. Hell, she couldn’t even remember if she had insurance on the car. It was brand new, courtesy of her man, their man. Just the thought of him made her sick. There he was, in that car that afternoon, fucking her and lying at the same damn time. She just wanted the truth, just one damn truth in the sea of lies. He was a self-absorbed, money hungry, lying son of a bitch, and the more she thought about the last year few years of her life, the harder she white knuckled the steering wheel. He told her that he loved her, that she was his one and only, that there was no other bitch for him... lying ass.

Annabelle couldn’t help but think of her story with Jacob as she waited for the cop to come back. It seemed as if everything reminded her of him. No matter where she was, a scent, a visual, or even a sound brought thoughts of him rushing back to her mental. He was her everything. At times, she felt as if she couldn’t breathe without him, or so she led herself to believe. She met him by chance, as if it were fate. Her boyfriend at the time, a dope boy who thought he was too fly had stood her up. She had received a call from him as she waited with a glass of red wine at the restaurant. He told her a big deal had come up, code word in Annabelle’s mind for, I’m about to fuck another bitch. She knew his game; they both played it well.

“Fuck you, Travis, don’t bother calling me again.”

She had hung up her phone with him before, spitting out the same threats that he knew held no weight. She was about to get up and leave, but then she heard the voice.

“Did you really mean what you just said?”

He was behind her, in her ear. His breath tickled her and his voice soothed her broken soul. She didn’t even know what he looked like yet, but she knew she wanted to turn around.

“About him not calling me again? That depends.”

“On what?” he asked as he slid in front of her. He was dressed in a nice suit and was well-groomed. His brown skin was smooth. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew. She knew that she would never speak to Travis again. The dope boys were fun, but she needed a real man with a real job. She wanted Jacob.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry to tell you, but there is a problem with your insurance.” The officer stared at Annabelle as if he was trying to see her reaction. She sat still, not wanting to give him one, not wanting to do anything to tip him off. She knew that he was trained to sense uneasiness and turmoil. She knew that just the wrong tone or disgruntled look would give away the mission she faced ahead.

“Really? Well, this is a new car as you can see, and well, I thought that my ex took care of the insurance.”

He gave her the “that’s too damn bad ‘cause there’s nothing I can do for you” look before speaking. “I can’t let you drive without any insurance.”

FUCKKKKK! This dude was ruining everything. She could catch a cab to Jacob’s house, but that would be too risky. So as she sat there, her hand started to roam the space beside her. She knew that she had a knife there, something Annabelle always kept in any car she drove. It was small, sharp, and deadly enough to get the job done.

“I am going to need you to pull over and park your car under that tree. The car is going to have to be towed.”

She sat there as if she didn’t hear him. Her anger level was at a ten as she slid her thumb down the sharp side of the knife.

“Please, officer…” She waited for him to fill in the blank with his name.

“Jones, Officer Jones.”

“Officer Jones, there has to be a way to work this out. I have to get to the hospital; my brother is going into surgery, please.”

The officer stood there, knowing that he had to follow the law, but he also sensed the urgency in her voice. He was in a good mood and she was cute. He didn’t see the harm of letting this one get by. He didn’t want to be the one she thought of if something went wrong with her brother.

“Go straight to the hospital. I am going to give you a warning and let you go, but you need to take care of this first thing in the morning.” Annabelle smiled. She was thankful that she wouldn’t have to kill him or fuck him just to make it to Jacob’s house.

One-Way Ticket

It was the moment of truth. Annabelle sat in front of her adulterating lover’s house and gave herself a second to think about what was about to go down. In those few seconds, the only thoughts that roamed through her head dripped with revenge. There was no going back so she rang the doorbell. She waited for Jacob’s wife to open the door and made sure to smile.

“Hi, I am Linda Corry. I work with your husband and he forgot to sign some papers at the office. I called him and he asked me to meet him here.”

Jacob's wife stood at the door with a puzzled look on her face.

“My husband is not home yet; he went to go pick up---”

“Junior? Yes, he did tell me that he may run a little late in meeting me here. That is one beautiful boy you have there.”

Annabelle watched as all concern left the woman’s face. A compliment always got you just one step closer to anything you wanted.

“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have bothered you. I see you’re busy,” Annabelle said as she pointed to the potholders the woman held in her hand.

“I’ll just wait for Jacob in my car. Sorry again, didn’t mean to be a bother.”

Annabelle turned to leave only to be called back by the friendly woman.

“Don’t be silly. Raymond should be here any minute. Come in and have a drink.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a bother. Let me call Raymond and see what he would like me to do.” Annabelle pulled out her cell phone and pretended to call the woman’s husband. “Hi, Mr. Mitchell, I am at your house and… okay… no problem. Your wife invited me in… okay… see you soon.”

“Your husband says that his cell is low on charge and for you not to worry. He said that I may wait for him inside.”

“See, I told you it would be okay,” the woman said as she held the door open for Annabelle. Little did she know that she was letting in not only Annabelle, she also let in the devil.

His face…priceless.

The small talk held her over. She was nervous and could hardly take the waiting of Jacob’s… Raymond’s arrival. His wife, whose name happened to be Anna, seemed very nice, just not nice enough to save her or her family.

“So, what is it like working for an investment firm? The men are not too hard on you, are they? I know that there’s not a lot of women there.”

Annabelle could not believe her ears. Jacob had told her that he was a criminal lawyer. At that moment, she was happy that she didn’t put herself out there and ask him to clear a few things off of her record. She had thought about it, but didn’t want to scare him away.

“Well, you know men and how… well, they are not always easy to deal with, but I am a strong woman. I never let them get away with anything.”

“Yes, I know how they can be; that’s why I am so happy I found my husband. He really is a special man.”

Every time Anna used the words, “my husband,” it only added fuel to the enraged fire Annabelle felt inside. Anna’s husband should have been hers. The house, should have been hers, and even the life that her man and his wife was living should have been hers. Thoughts of what wasn’t hers but should have been had almost drowned out the sound of Jacob’s car pulling up.

She came back just in time to hear him yell, “Honey, we’re home.” Annabelle stayed seated in the kitchen as Anna went to go meet her husband and child at the door. Annabelle could hear the whole conversation from her seat.

“Hey, babe, Linda is waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Their footsteps got closer as Jacob asked, “Linda?”