Like a lot of fans of February Sucks, if you're not familiar with it, there are more than 70 alternative stories. A friend of mine past away this week, and he had a secret life that only my wife and kids, his wife and a few others knew about. He was a good man in all ways, but his occupation would be more 'solider of fortune' and less Ward Cleaver. So I wondered if something like this might have happened with his first wife. (Sorry, no sex.)
Wrath of Jim
To everyone that met Jim, he was a perfect gentleman, great husband, wonderful father. His lawn always looked perfect. Shrubs neatly trimmed. Cleaned his gutters regularly, and waved to everyone that he meets.
His work made him travel regularly each month, but he was always excited to get home to Linda and the children. They were the safe port to which he anchored his ship. The anchor that secured his sanity in this insane world in which he worked.
February had been a bad month for Jim and his family. The weather seemed to put the entire world in stasis. Record snowfall that almost shut their quiet world down. He was stranded the first week of the month in Toronto. One of his employers had an issue to be resolved there. Jim liked to do the job, and go immediately home to his family.
His wife's friends, and I mean her 'friends', as Jim didn't care for them, especially Dedriah, or Dee. She was a trouble making, no good slut, as far as he was concerned. The Friends wanted a "Leap Year" get together down town at the Madison Hotel, which was only blocks away from the downtown Club scene for their city.
Of course, they were going. It was never a question. He didn't mind the idea since they would get a night away from being parents, and be lovers instead. Jim and Linda were able to do that a few times a year. Her mother had insisted that they do that to keep the 'fires burning'.
On this particular evening, Jim didn't drink as was his norm, in his industry, it paid to be alert. Linda and her friends with their husbands drank enough, too much probably.
He watched the group of four local city football players enter the nightclub. People clapped and waved to the great heroes of the gridiron. The group broke up and went around the club in different directions. Jim noticed a hunting pattern when he sees one.
"Look, he's coming our way!" screamed Dee as one of the big men approached their table. He thought Dave would jism himself as he tried to shake hands with the football star. The player ignored Dave as he locked eyes with Jim. He knew that Jim was not unlike himself. So he needed to prove that he was the Alpha.
Without a word, he took Linda's hand and lead her to the dance floor. As Jim stood, Dee grabbed his arm, and pleaded. "Let her have this, it's a once in a lifetime event!"
"Son-of-a-bitch didn't even ask for permission." He pulled away from Dee as everyone begged him to not cause a scene. Jim took a deep breath and sat down.
One dance turned to three, and he was not happy. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was probably a job request. When glanced at the phone, It was the sitter, the kids wanted to say good night.
When he looked up, he saw his wife kissing the player on the dance floor during a slow dance. So this what she does on 'girl's nights' registered in his mind. He had always assumed that she loved him enough to not do something like this when the girls went out but that cat was out of the bag.
As he stood everyone at their table knew what he was going to do. Dave and Phil each grabbed an arm and tried to stop Jim. He struggled with them as he watched the Player escort his wife toward the rear emergency exit.
His wife was leaving the club with another man, and he would not stand for it.
Dave and Phil fell faced down onto the floor as Jim jerked his strong arms and pulled away from them. He made a beeline through the couples on the dance floor. He heard their sneers and comments. He didn't care. He was focused on only one thing. He reached into his trouser's right front pocket and removed a small canister, like camera film used to come in. He opened it and removed a pair of latex gloves which he pulled over his hands as he headed to the rear door.
When he came through the emergency exit, he saw them getting into the luxury SUV at the end of the alley. Jim assumed that this Celeb parking was allowed every time he came to this club.
The Player looked at Jim as he closed the driver's side door. Linda never looked forward to see Jim. He could see through the windshield that the man was probably undoing his trousers. He wanted to humiliate Jim. As Jim started moving toward the car, he saw the player pull Linda's head to his lap while looking directly at Jim.
Jim knew what she was doing. He was probably fifty or sixty yards away when the motor started up and the headlight blinded him. The car was moving straight towards him, and picking up speed.
Standing straight, he reached behind his back and pulled out his work piece. Taking a breath and holding it, he took his shooting stance. Jim fired one round into the driver's side windshield.
The SUV went past Jim and crashed into the large trash dumpster.
He watched the steam drift up from the engine's gaping hood. The Player never intended to stay long. His motor was still hot from the drive over.
The passenger door opened easily. He looked inside. His wife's head was in the Player's lap but covered by the deployed airbag. With the light from Jim's phone, he saw the severed penis in the driver's floor board. Linda had bit it off during the collision. He looks at the gridiron hero and watched as blood gushed from his neck wound running down his expensive shirt covering Linda's back and shoulders.
He reached over to move the man's head to look at him. The eyes were glazing over. If possible he wanted this predator know who killed him. The man's head dropped down onto what was left of his neck.
Jim reached down to the passenger floor board and retrieved Linda's clutch. He stick it under his arm as he walked away.
As he started his truck, Jim took out his phone. The bluetooth activated and he started a call. He was glad that it was quite ten pm. "M". The phone number for "M" dialed.
