Will these two EVER learn? The Conclusion.
An original story. Chapter 4 of 4.
I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other.
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From Chapter 3:
She sighed as she lowered her sexy body into the water. "What brought this on?" she asked.
"You were there when I needed you. That's important to me. You're important to me. Thank you," I said.
"Mmmm," she breathed, sipping her champagne and settling into the water. "You sure know how to spoil a girl."
While she was bathing, I fed her a couple of chocolate covered strawberries. When her toes started to prune, I dried her off, and led her to bed, where I gave her my best massage. "I can't believe I ever let you go," she murmured. "I was such a young fool."
"I should have fought for you."
She sighed, and didn't argue. When I'd finished with her back, I worked her front. I finished between her legs. I leaned over her, looking into her gorgeous face. I was going to miss her.
"You're better than I deserve," I said, before I could stop myself.
"I don't think that's possible," she murmured, smiling sleepily as I gently eased in and out of her.
I took her lovingly. Twice. I kissed her, held her, and told her how important she was to me. I confessed I loved her, and never had gotten completely over her. She came only seconds after I told her that, and cried, clinging to me.
I fell asleep holding her. I knew it would be the last time for a while. Maybe forever.
It was time to find Sheri.
With the three assholes taken care of, I could concentrate on what really mattered. The hateful cunt that betrayed me over and over again.
I made love to Debbie again in the morning. I couldn't get enough of her. I took her jewelry shopping, and bought her a matching necklace and earrings. I think she was hoping for a ring, but I couldn't do that to her.
Once she left for work, I got started. I packed up what I needed. I left a letter. It was difficult to write, but I remembered she had the decency to end with me cleanly and I owed her that much.
Dearest Debbie,
The last few weeks with you has been nothing short of incredible. That's what makes this so difficult.
I have to leave. I have business to take care of, and don't believe there's anything left for me here, except you. I'm not in any shape to have a real relationship yet. Not until I've got my ex out of my system. I need to move away and start over, without the memories of this place.
It's not fair to you, and you deserve better than what I have to offer right now. I'm sorry.
Maybe someday, down the line, if we're both still single, we can try again. I think I'd like that. Thank you for being here for me, when I needed it most. You saved my life in many ways, and I'll always love you for that.
Go out and find a man worthy of you. Someone without my baggage. I pray you have the happiness you deserve.
Love - Marty
I left a manila envelope with ten thousand dollars in it, hoping it would make her life easier. She deserved someone better than me. At least who I was now. I grabbed a copy of Auto-Trader at 7-11, and an hour and a half later, bought my second car within a month. I convinced the owner to drive it to the 24 hour Wal-Mart with me, while I drove my car. I took him back to his house, and had a new untraceable vehicle for 30 days, as long as I didn't get in an accident. I transferred my two bags to my 'new' car, and left the old one abandoned in the parking lot.
I called Amy. She wouldn't recognize this number, it was new.
"Hello?" she answered. I was thankful. I was afraid she might have started letting it go to voicemail.
"Hi Amy. Is she gone?"
"Please don't do this, Marty. She's gone, far away. You've devastated her. She left with nothing, but a few suitcases. Leave her alone."
"I can't do that. At least she was smart. I'll see your around."
She spoke quickly before I could hang up. "Marty. You have to stop. The police are looking for you. Everyone knows it was you. You hurt those guys badly. The police were here for the third time not more than an hour ago."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't hurt anybody. I'm not even in town. I left two weeks ago. I think anyone trying to prove I did anything would have a hell of a time doing it. All I'm doing now is trying to get hold of my wife, to find out what the status of our marriage is," I said. I was a little nervous that someone might be tapping her phone.
"I don't know if you did it, or if you paid someone to do it, but you need to stop. You had your revenge. Sheri didn't do anything. She's the one that stopped them from hurting you. She took you to the hospital. I saw the blood in her car. She was crying when she tried to scrub it out. She didn't want you hurt."
"She set me up. She knew I'd be coming home to get my stuff. For two days she acted like everything was fine, and we'd go our separate ways, calmly and with no more trouble. She couldn't leave it alone, could she? She had to rub it in my face. She went along with their lies about what really happened. Don't tell me she didn't do anything!" I snapped, on the verge of yelling at her.
"Please, Marty. Please, I'm begging you. You've hurt her plenty. She's broke, scared to death, and on the run. I had to give her money, and so did Mom and Dad. She's never even called. God only knows when I'll see my sister again. Let her go, Marty. Just let her go." I could hear she was crying.
"First of all, she's not broke. She told me she'd hidden eight grand, in case we didn't make it. I'll tell you what. For you, I'll leave her alone for one more week. Plenty of time to run and hide. That's the best I can do. Goodbye, Amy. You're a hell of a fuck."
"Martβ"
I hung up, and threw away the phone. Thirty-two dollars for a new one with 500 minutes. I flipped a coin. It was tales. I drove west.