Friday, 8 June 2007


I open the door and stop dead. The world tilts. I suddenly feel extremely dizzy. Putting my hand out, I lean against the door frame to try to remain upright. I close my eyes tightly, trying to fight the overwhelming sensation of lightheadedness that attacks me. I don’t succeed. With a soft moan, my knees buckle and I fall down to the ground. This cannot be happening to me.

I slowly raise my eyes to the scene before me. My mind struggles to make sense of the picture my eyes are delivering to it. I wonder if it’s a hallucination…a delusion. I shake my head gently trying to get rid of the image, but it remains as it is. She remains in his arms. They remain in a position that no casual friends should be in.

I wonder what I should do now. I need an answer…a clarification of what I am seeing. My eyes find his. I search for an explanation in them, but I find none. Instead, I see shame, embarrassment, and guilt. But most of all, I see fear…pure fear. I smile. Had I looked in a mirror at that moment, I would have been alarmed by my own reflection. But I didn’t need to. The expression on their faces told me all that I needed to know.

The love of my life…and my best friend…how nice…

Still smiling, I get up, turn around, and walk out of the room towards the kitchen. I head towards the kitchen door and pick up an object from behind it. Its heavy for my small frame, but my anger gives me strength. I wait.

He does exactly what I expected him to do. He leaves her and follows me into the kitchen. Cautiously, he approaches my turned back and utters my name softly. I don’t respond. I wait for him to get closer. He takes a few more steps towards me until he’s a few inches away. I react. Turning around swiftly, I raise the baseball bat up high and bring it crashing down on the side of his head, with a force beyond that of what I should be capable of. A brief look of surprise enters his face, and then his eyes role back into his head as he collapses. His head hits the ground with a hard thump as I make no attempt to break his fall. I am smiling no more.

Leaving him in a spreading pool of blood, I leave the kitchen and walk into the living room once more. I study the pathetic creature that is cowering in one corner of the room. She had heard the thud, and upon seeing the baseball bat in my hands, she put two and two together. I stand there and watch as comprehension enters her face. She begins to tremble visibly.

The fool, had she stood up and tackled me, she would have won. She was both taller and bigger, and it wouldn’t have taken much effort to pin my small body to the ground. But the look in my eyes and the expression on my face had her frozen in her place.

It isn’t long before she starts pleading and begging for her life. I know that I can’t just walk up to her and strike her, because she would block the hit if she saw it coming. I don’t have the element of surprise on my side, as I had with him. So I change tactics. I play defeat. I play the card of pity and mercy. Allowing my eyes to fill with tears and my lips to quiver, I lower the bat to an unthreatening position. I see her eyes following it and her body relaxes slightly under this false impression of hope.

‘Why?’ I ask in a voice on the verge of breakdown. I am well aware that the tone of my voice gives her a sense of more optimism. She starts to apologise. She begins stammering a justification…a plea. She begs for forgiveness. I step towards her slowly, as tears fall down my cheeks, and gaze down at her kneeling figure. She looks up at me with her big, tear filled eyes and a feeling of immense hatred over clouds my mind. Without hesitation or a sense of warning, I lift the bat once again and bring it smashing down on her head before she even realizes what was happening. She falls. I don’t stop. I hit her again and again and again…

I finally stop…unaware of how many times my bat made contact with her head or body. She looks a mess. Breathing hard, I bend down and feel her wrist for a pulse. There is none. I stand up once more and allow the bat to fall out of my hand. I walk towards the phone and dial for an ambulance. I feel exhausted.

With one last glance towards the mangled body of my best friend, I approach the front door and leave the house. I hear the sound of a distant siren as I walk away towards nothingness…I smile.


Anonymous said...

Girl, you are cold! But it's a nice piece of writing. Keep it up.

aNarki-13 said...

so who's the lover, who's the friend? sounded like the girl was the lover ;D
interesting story here :D

keep them coming :)

Anonymous said...

kitten you're a bitch

Kyubai said...

WOW that was interesting piece indeed. I just hope that there is no motivation behind this post and the post on your other blog spot.
keep up the good work and take care...

Kitten said...

Thanx to u all for ur comments ppl...erm...except the lovely person who called me a bitch!!!

b. said...

Hello, pussy//...uhh, I mean, Kitten.

I was just over Mr. P's blog, and reading the wonderful discussion there (ie: Muslum Women, [wink])

In any event, I couldn't help but be charmed by your point of view~~that's the Tiger in me, I guess.

(I've been known to spank the friends of your friend, and I must say, I have a deep respect for Mel and still...still, I must spank her.)

And so, as I leave the Matrix, called Blogger, once again, ....

I give you, little kitten, a hearty spank*

Good cheer ..Carry on.


Bruno said...

Not bad. A grim piece of writing, but grim writing can still be good. Keep it up.

b. said...

You & Mel & C of P will all be happy to hear, I've gotten my well deserved comeuppance!

I'm serious now. No longer laughing, or "naughty".

~~I'd like to apologize to you,
and Mel, and C of P, for my shameless selfishness..and, know that the consequences of my Self-exposure
aren't the fun I saw them as.~~

My family found my blog.
A family friend, who has known my father all his life, wandered onto my blog, while searching something else.
(~~well...he sent me an e-mail,
with my Brother's e-mail addy attached, and my Sister's e-mail addy attached [as forwards])

Then, he entered my blog-sites addy/link in his e-mail for good measure.

~~~I'm competely mortified, now.

Go ahead,. Laugh.

I deserve it.

With shame now,
red in the face,

xx, b.

Kitten said...

Thanx Bruno :)

Awwwww b. bless u!!!

(i wonder if i am allowed one small lol...?)

erm....LOOOOOOOOL!!!! sorry i couldnt help it...hehe :D

Melantrys said...

Well, what can I say - apart from hello again, kitten ;) - you deserved some serious punishment for keeping to not get the point about the spanking thing, b./res, but the family finding blogs like that is a.... harsh.... punishment.

May it better you, lol.

aNarki-13 said...


dude you got...

b. said...

And not only that.

I'm going blind.


Caesar of Pentra said...

Hey, Kitten! I'm so sorry! I couldn't be online before this. I was busy with Melantrys. Also, We have moved into another district therefore I was busy with packing stuff. Plus, I am so deadly busy because of my job.
Ok, take care and lemme know all about you.

Dat Guy ! said...

there'll always be Paris...


xx,Dat Guy (a born poet)

Caesar of Pentra said...

Congratulations, Kitten! We've done it! We are the champions of Asia! Do you like Soccer? I watched the celebrations of Iraqis in London on TV. How about you? You were there too? I've posted sommething about this big event.

Beginning with "B" said...

You gotta love all my imperfections.
(or, maybe not)

This world can be a tough row to hoe.
If I mucked-up your blog, and made you laugh...

...I suppose, it was worth The Road Less Traveled.

Take care, little Kitten.


Caesar of Pentra said...

To be quite honest, I wasn't there when I find my girl with another dogg because simply I got no girl in hand. But let's suppose that I found her between my friend's arms, I'm not sure that I would lose my temper and grab a pistol and BANG BANG. If she saw that he is everything she wants in the man, then, I would be sure she wouldn't deserve the effort to kill her. That won't change a thing. I swear I'll delete her from my mind and never think about her again. Call me sissy or كرن I don't care. I can simply walk away and turn my back to her. This feeling of guilt will kill her everyday because
What comes around goes around.

Bibi-Aisha said...

Hi kitten. I found ur blog thru caesar's which i found thru melantry's which i found thru khalid's. I really liked ur comments on ceasar's sex post. Am enjoying the stories on ur blog,but umm..hope u weren't cheated on in real life,and hope the fiction isn't a reflection of your imaginings:-p but as u said,even a kitten can b a lion in its lair:-)