He should have never have told me that it was over, maybe then he would still be alive. If only he didn’t come home intoxicated that Friday night, we could have worked things out, but he didn’t listen, he told me that I was “faking moves” that I didn’t have the guts to stab him, but I showed him. I showed him good and proper and now he is lying dead in our bed. Tyrone was a great guy, but when he told me that we had to end it, I couldn’t comprehend why. Why would he want to end a two-year relationship for no reason? Wasn’t I attractive enough? Wasn’t I giving him what he wanted? I was fed up of asking why and on Wednesday as I sat in the bathtub I strategically planned how I was going to kill him.
Every Friday night Tyrone went to the bar with his friends, he came home around 11 and usually crashed on the sofa. This Friday was no different apart from the fact that I was up waiting up for him. I heard the key turn in the door and I crept down the stairs, he staggered in and pushed the door shut, and as usual landed on the sofa. I hid the knife behind my back, my heart was pounding, I just had to know why…why….why…that word floated around in my head like a vulture waiting to prey on a lame animal. Tyrone was my lame animal, and it was time to make my move, I stood up and faced Tyrone.
“Tyrone…. Tyrone…” I shouted his name two more times; he roused.
“Why is it over?” the tears were streaming down my face, my hands were behind my back. “Answer me, why is it over?”
“Leave me be woman.”
“Good bye Tyrone.”
I raised the knife high over my head and lowered my hand savagely
The scream jumped me out of my sleep, the sweat was pouring off of my body, I rolled over and felt Tyrone next to me. Damn, what a dream. I sat awake until dawn thinking, I was scared. From an early age, I had visions, visions of things to come and of things past. I knew right then this was no exception. Tyrone slid his hand around me.
I didn’t respond right away.
“Are you alright?”
I smiled, “Tyrone do you love me?”
“Yes I do.”
“What do you need to tell me Tyrone, what are you holding back?”
Tyrone’s expression changed.
“Ummm what do you mean?”
“Just tell me Tyrone.” I was calm, for I knew what he wanted to say.
“Well ummm Sandy…I think we should…ummm just cool it for a while.”
I think my laughter scared both of us. Tyrone tried to hug me but I got up from the bed.
“I think I should leave.”
“No, no, you don’t have to, stay until Friday at least.”
Friday…hmmm not a bad day after all, it’s only Wednesday maybe we can work something out. As I walked into the bathroom the word “why” started to float around in my head. I knew I had to do something, was I going to let this vision play out to reality or would I run. As I soaked in the tub I strategically planned…