This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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Walking down the jetway I found myself relieved that Tiffany and Rob were not there to meet me, only remembering after no one got greeted, that it was no longer allowed. Ducking into the first ladies room I saw, I had to take a minute to get cleaned up as my tears had refused to stop falling until just a few minutes ago. My eyes were red and puffy, making it obvious to everyone that I had been crying.
The problem is I'm not sure exactly why I was crying. Was I crying over Frank and his decision to end his life or was it something else? I know I was mean to Jack, but I could have been far more vicious and cruel. I didn't lie to him when I said I would never forget him or our night together. He rocked my world and I know I did the same for him but it was only one night. Why in the hell would I be so upset about that?
Running my hands under the cold water, I brought the water up under my eyes and patted where it had gotten puffy. After a couple of minutes, the swelling seemed to go down, but my eyes were still red. I thought I was just going to have to deal with it when a small bottle of Visine appeared on the counter next to me. Standing up I turned to see a young girl in her mid-twenties standing beside me.
"Go ahead, it'll prevent whoever is picking you up from seeing you've been crying."
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver," I said picking up the bottle and squeezing a couple of drops in each eye.
"You're not the first woman to stand in a bathroom and cry over a guy," she said looking in the mirror and fixing her hair, "What's his name?"
"Jack," I said in reflex handing her back the bottle," but it's a lot more complicated than that." Why the fuck would I say Jack just like he was the only thing on my mind?
"Sweetie," she said, finishing up and putting the bottle away, "It's only as complicated as we let it be. Take care of yourself." Watching her leave, I stood in the restroom a couple of minutes longer until you could no longer tell I'd been crying. Picking up my bag I headed away from the gates and followed the signs towards baggage claim. Looking out the window I was surprised to see that it was still raining. Walking past the checkpoint on my way out I was more than a little surprised that no one was there.
Grabbing my phone I called Tiffany first, but only got her voicemail. Giving Rob a try I was happy when he picked up and smiled at the sound of his voice. "Hey baby," Rob said, "Hold on a second. Ok, that's better. I needed to get in the truck, all this rain is causing havoc on the job sites. Are you at home already?"
"I'm at the airport still. I thought you guys were picking me up."
"Sorry babe, Tiffany got called into work last night and hasn't been home yet and I'm stuck here for at least a few more hours. Can you get yourself home?"
"Yeah," I said disappointed that I wouldn't get to see him, "I'll take a cab and see you later."
"Alright, I have to go. Love you."
"Love you too," I said before clicking the phone shut, "Well fuck." Following the signs, I headed down the escalator to the baggage claim and located the taxi stand. There wasn't much of a line so I soon found myself in the back of a cab headed home in the rain. Despite the driver's attempts otherwise, I wasn't much in the mood for conversation and spent the ride staring out the window until we reached the house.
My jeep was the only vehicle in the driveway so I knew Tiffany wasn't home yet. Digging out some bills I paid the driver and ran inside. Hanging my jacket upon its hook I carried my bag to the room and dropping it on the floor made my way into the bathroom. It dawned on me then that I hadn't had the chance to take a shower before I fled the hotel and probably still smelled like sex. Turning on the water I made sure it was nice and hot before tossing in some new salts Tiffany had picked up. Stripping out of my clothes I tossed them into the hamper before slipping into the tub.
The hot water was just what I needed and soon felt all of my stress and worries slipping away as I enjoyed the soak. Closing my eyes, I laid my head against the back of the tub and soon found myself drifting off to sleep. A loud clap of thunder shook me from my nap as the lights in the house flickered repeatedly before thankfully staying on. Climbing from the tub I grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself off. Throwing on jeans and a sweatshirt I made my way around the house setting up candles and grabbing flashlights.
I grabbed the portable radio out of the garage and had just loaded fresh batteries when I heard another clap of thunder not too far away. Flickering for just a moment the lights suddenly died, plunging the entire house into darkness. Deciding to get something a little more than a flashlight, I pulled my pistol out of the closet and clipped it to my jeans before lighting the candles in the living room. "Son of a bitch," I said pissed that the power outage had taken out cell service as well.
Grabbing my jacket, I stepped outside wanting to see just how bad the outage was. The rain continued to pour down and other than the occasional streak of lightning, the only lights I saw were candles flickering in a few windows. A brave soul in a small crappy brown pickup with a Domino's pizza sign went by, trying to read house numbers in the darkness. Heading back inside, I turned on the radio before curling up on the couch under a blanket to read.
A broadcast from the National Weather Service spent a few minutes talking about the unprecedented storm battering the southwestern part of the United States as it seemed to be completely ignoring all natural weather patterns and remaining in place. With no idea as to when or if this weather system would finally dissipate, the forecasters seemed at a loss as to what to tell people. Fortunately, local news followed and it seemed that large swathes of Tempe and Mesa were without power due to a powerful lightning strike at a substation. They also said that some landlines were down, but there was no mention of cell service. This night was just getting better and better.
It seemed like hours had passed and I felt myself starting to grow hungry. Grabbing a flashlight, I got up and headed into the kitchen, freezing as my eyes fell upon the sliding glass door standing a few inches open. Lifting the bottom of my sweatshirt, I began to pull my pistol out of its holster when a large hand seized my neck and drove me forward, pinning me to the dining room table. I was able to finish drawing the gun and squeeze the trigger once, the roar of the gunshot nearly drowning out the grunt and wet slap of the bullet hitting flesh. The flashlight had tumbled out of my hand and was quickly spinning where it had hit the floor.
"You fucking cunt," a voice screamed that sent chills through me, "you're going to pay for that." I was fighting to get the gun in position for another shot when his hand closed around my wrist and slammed my arm against the table. I desperately tried to keep my grip but his grip was cutting off my circulation and soon the gun tumbled free. Even as strong as I get when I'm pissed, I found that I might as well have been trying to move steel with a pool noodle. Releasing my neck and grabbing my free arm, he wrenched them both behind my back, causing me to scream as my shoulders threatened to dislocate.
"Don't worry Sara," the voice said pressing his hard cock against my ass, "I'm not here tonight to kill you." I continued to struggle against him but even when he wrapped just one hand around both my wrists he was still too strong for me. "Oh no," he said laughing as his hand gripped the back of my jeans, "I'm not quite done piling bodies in our little alleyway." I heard and felt the fabric of my jeans tearing as he ripped them apart and pulled them down over my ass. The more I struggled against his grip the more he laughed at me. Flipping my head around, I wanted to see if the face matched the voice and I found I was staring at myself from before the change.
