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Debbie broke off our engagement and left me. She told me it was because we weren't compatible, but I knew the truth: she'd left me for Tony. A couple weeks later I heard through a mutual acquaintance that she'd moved into his place in Edgewater. His house, I should say. He already owned a house.
It hurt. I thought that I'd done really well, you know. I met Debbie in college, in a writing class. We'd dated for a couple years before graduating and moving to the city. We both found jobs pretty quickly, which let us upgrade our apartment to one just a few blocks from the Westside Market. Things had been pretty magical during those months.
One weekend I rented a cottage on Kelleys Island. We went hiking and kayaking, and then, on our last day there, I proposed to her at sunset, the lake aglow in the magic hour light. Debbie looked so beautiful in that moment, tears in her eyes, the ring I'd bought after more than a year of saving on her finger.
Now, I had the ring back. The woman I loved was living with my high school bully. What the hell. I was an adult--all that bullying shit should be behind me. But I wasn't an adult, not in Debbie's eyes. I could tell by the way she refused to look at me while packing her things. She barely spoke. That was the worst thing: her quiet certainty. She was disgusted. Angry even, though her anger was directed at herself, for falling for such a pathetic guy.
I could barely function after she left. My whole life plan was gone and it was my fault. I took some days off work. I sat on the couch and stared at the wall. I was numb. Then work became all I could do. I didn't go out, didn't work out, didn't even flip out. I was lost.
When I couldn't stand being in the apartment, I went for long, aimless walks. I put music on my headphones and walked in whatever direction seemed interesting. On one of those walks I found a martial arts gym, taekwondo. I went inside and signed up. The dojang became my only outlet. Wake, eat, work, taekwondo, sleep. Everyday. Day after day.
When I wasn't focused on some new chagi, I thought about revenge. I could be a fighter; I was learning a martial art, slowly but steadily. I could stand up to Tony. I could show Debbie. I didn't want her back--she'd broken my trust--but I had to show her the real me, the man who could work hard to better himself.
Six months later I was ready to test for my purple belt. I'd lost weight, put on muscle. I felt good in my body. After work one evening I drove to the gym where it had all happened. Just a reconnaissance trip, this time. I had no idea where Tony lived and the gym was my best lead.
As I backed my Kia sedan into an unobtrusive parking spot, I felt a little queasy. Was I really going down this path? Was I really going to confront Tony? Now that I was back at the fateful scene where my life had crossed his, I wasn't so sure this was the right path. Part of me hoped that Tony had moved on to some other gym. If finding him was difficult, then maybe I could move on, too. But less than an hour later he passed through the gym's doors and walked across the parking lot.
In my revenge fantasy I'd imagined feeling rage. I'd imagineda well of righteous anger that would fuel my retribution. Instead, I felt the same fear I always had. Tony was a big dude. He slung a canvas gym bag over one broad shoulder as he walked, and I had no doubt: he was bigger than anyone at my dojang. His light gray muscle shirt showed off his powerful arms. They were huge, defined, thick with muscle. He hadn't gotten any shorter in half a year and would still tower over me by six, maybe seven inches.
He looked my way. I yelped and lunged for the passenger seat, ducking behind the dash. Fuck. Had he seen me?
I remained draped across the console, heart racing, the water bottle in the cupholder digging into my side. I nearly waited too long. When I peeked over the dash, Tony was nowhere to be seen. Luckily, it was near dusk, and a pair of headlights flickered on in the next row. I slid my key into the ignition and started my small sedan, a Nickelback song I liked blaring from the radio speakers. I turned it off.
The headlights retreated as Tony's car reversed. I waited a moment to see which direction he'd choose. A blue Audi RS 7 rolled past the end of my row. I gaped. How had Tony made so much money? In high school his family had been poorer than mine.
With a start, I remembered why I was there. Putting the Kia in gear, I pulled out of the parking spot. Shit. No other car had left, so I had to pull up right behind the Audi as we waited for the stoplight. Would he recognize me? I tilted my head down in a way that I hoped would make it harder to see. That's when I noticed Tony's license plate: G A I N Z. What a fucking dick.
The light changed. The Audi accelerated, speeding away. Alarmed, I put my foot down on the Kia's gas. The sedan leapt across the intersection, but the Audi was already several car lengths ahead. I veered around a station wagon, then had to swing back into my previous lane to avoid a slow-moving delivery truck. I cursed. He'd surely notice me now; I was driving like a lunatic.
A moment later, I had to slam on the brakes as traffic collected behind a stoplight. I changed lanes so I could keep an eye on the blue Audi. I was a lane over from Tony, just one car back. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, adrenaline making me antsy. A trickle of sweat seeped past my hairline and down my neck.
I could just see Tony's profile, eerily lit by his dashboard lights. Finally, my anger rose. God, I wanted to punch him. The gym parking lot would be a good place to do it--right back at the scene of the crime. That would be a kind of justice. Once I got my purple belt, I would do it. I'd be good enough.
The light changed and I followed the Audi for several more miles, a set of poorly timed lights doing most of the work. When Tony turned into his neighborhood, I worried that I'd lose him, but after only a block the sports car turned into a driveway. I drove past the house before doubling back, feeling pretty good about my little efforts at deception. I pulled up in front of Tony's house just as his garage door slid closed.
Tony's house was a long, low ranch style, beige and brick, with a wide front yard. The driveway was practically the length of my whole block. A half-dozen tall trees dotted the front lawn, and in the fading light I could just make out a hammock strung between two trunks near the corner of the house.
No wonder Debbie had gone to live with Tony: the setting was idyllic. And, of course, there was Tony's big dick to go with the big house.
I took down the house number and was about to leave when a light clicked on in the front room. A woman's silhouette appeared in the window. It was Debbie; I'd know her shape anywhere. As I watched, a larger silhouette came into view. Tony. He gave Debbie a hug and then lifted her into his arms.
Bile rose in my throat as the silhouette became the shape of a kiss. He was probably going to fuck her right now in the middle of his living room. He was going to tear off her clothes, bare her gorgeous breasts, eat her perfect pussy, and fuck her. Right now.
I put the Kia in park and skulked across Tony's lawn. I was more than halfway to the house before self-preservation crossed my mind. What the hell was I doing? I wasn't acting like a normal visitor, scuttling across the front yard in a half crouch like a monstrous beetle. Sure, it was almost dark, but what if someone was watching? What if someone called the police?
I halted near one of the trees and glanced around. When I turned back, Tony's broad back was disappearing into the house. Shit, this was stupid. I turned to go but the soft rattle of a dog's collar came from behind me. I sidled around the tree. I had to get off this lawn and out of sight. The house was closer, so I scurried around the side, finding my way deeper into the shadows. A woman walked along the road, a golden retriever in the lead. They passed without noticing me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was about to dash for my car when I heard Debbie shriek, her faint cry coming from the back of the house. I knew that sound and what it meant. I turned around. A five-foot wooden fence marked off the backyard. My eyes had adjusted to the growing dimness, so it wasn't hard to recognize the gate. I reached over, my fingers finding the latch. No padlock. The metal clattered as I lifted the pin, and I winced. God, I was stupid. A fence probably meant a dog. I waited, expecting a curious canine to come barking at any second. Nothing.
Debbie cried out again, this time louder, and I used the sound to cover the scrape of wood-on-wood as I pulled the gate open. The hinges barely complained, so I pulled the gate shut behind me, the latch settling into place with a click.
I followed the wall of the house to the back corner, ducking to avoid being seen through any of the windows. Putting my head around the corner, I saw a palatial deck extending off the back of the house, complete with a hot tub and pergola. Another of Debbie's cries drew me forward. I climbed three steps to the deck and carefully made my way along the back wall. My presence startled a rabbit. The gray puff scampered across the deck and set off a motion detector light.
Fucking fuck. I froze, holding my breath. The light was aimed out toward the backyard. Its harsh brilliance illuminated a wide lawn, a game of cornhole ready and waiting just beyond the deck. I was still in the shadows near the house, but it wouldn't be hard to see me if someone came out to check.
