I
never really knew him I knew he was the town alpha male, he was
viewed as strong, smart, and handsome. Other than that I only knew
details, facts that I was told, but I had never personally met him.
Not until the day he was murdered, I saw him three times that day,
and I spoke to him once. I'll never forget that long day, it was
not only the day Goodwin was murdered, but it was the first time she
went to my house.
It had been an extremely long day, nerve
wrecking actually so I decided to head to the local bar. Like father
like son huh?
I was minding my own business, sipping on my tall
glass of beer, innocently sucking the foam residing at the top of the
glass when she walked through the door. She was wearing a nicely fit
white dress, short, but discreet. Her hair was loose and everyone
could see she had just straightened it, clearly ready to meet someone
she wanted to impress. But what struck me the most were her cold blue
eyes, she walked past me, grinning at the awkward way I drank my
beer, and although no words were exchanged I felt her eyes melt my
core, the core that I thought a previous lover had destroyed. I
watched her strut to the back of the bar, she seemed to notice as
well, I'm sure it wasn't hard for her to notice, everybody
stopped what they were doing to watch her.
She took a seat and
scanned the room for a clock. I noticed she relaxed after a few
seconds so I decided to make a move and head over there, I ordered
her a cosmopolitan, I don't know why but she seemed like the
cosmopolitan kind of girl, sweet and fruity.
I carefully got up
off my chair, balancing my glass and her glass in each hand. When
without warning I met him for the first time, he slammed the door
open and knocked both glasses out of my hand, they swiftly fell to
the floor and the delicate glass burst into a thousand pieces. Not
thinking about the drinks, or her anymore I shouted out to the man
but my complains were dismissed by the simple wave of a hand, he
looked back and chuckled. I wanted nothing more than to punch his
lights out, grab a bottle and smash it against his head. And then I
saw her stand and wrap her arms around his neck, giggling and
blushing as he held onto her waist and filled her neck with small wet
kisses. I looked down at the floor and saw the white foam from the
beer mingling with the crimson colored drink I had ordered less than
five minutes ago. Then I turned at took my seat glancing at the clock
and then ordering myself another beer. I looked once, once and that
was it, she noticed me looking, her smile dies out and she turned her
face, she pretended to look out the window to her left and I saw her
smile… I still wonder what made her smile. I drank, but I knew my
limit. Unlike my father I was still able to control myself.
Within
an hour the place was packed, people were dancing, drinking,
laughing, and simply enjoying life. I'm even proud to say I got up
off my stool once that night, I danced with a woman names Kate, she
seemed nice. Very quiet, kept to herself, seemed like she was only
passing by town, when I think about it, I didn't even offer her a
drink t hat night. Oh well.
The joy and excitement within those
four walls was brought to stop that night by the sudden barging in of
a woman named Ana, I had never heard of her, she was never mentioned,
but from the looks of it she seemed pretty tough, very strong
character.
Her walk was heavy, determined, angry. She walked
straight to the back of the room, where the woman who resembled an
angel was still wrapped in the arms of that big goof.
She yelled,
she slapped, to me she was mute. I heard nothing, the people around
yelled and shouted protecting Goodwin and Juliet who I supposed many
of them idolized. The woman quickly grew impatient, she yelled some
more, and I my mind managed to hear those words streaming out of her
mouth.
"How dare you do this to me! I love you and you cheat on
me with this skank!"
Ana threw herself at Juliet, she yanked at
the dress, pulled at the hair, but everybody saw how the "civilized"
and "proper" blonde swung and shot back. Quite impressive.
But
then the woman, Ana, pulled out a small hand gun and within seconds
and without realizing it I had jumped in front of Juliet, my back was
turned to the gun and when I looked down at her eyes they questioned
me, but I saw the appreciation and concern.
I sank, no I didn't
sink, I swam in her deep blue eyes, when I looked back the people in
the bar were fighting the gun out of the mad womans hand, Goodwin
grabbed it and threw it out the window Juliet had been looking out
earlier.
Then he pushed past me, grabbed Juliet's delicate and
trembling hand and pulled her out of the bar. Leaving his lover, Ana
crying and squirming on the floor.
The music started, the people
laughed, the people danced, and after the exit of the woman who had
tried to harm their precious Goodwin and Juliet, the people rejoiced.
….
Now that I think about it, I was about to offer that
woman Kate a drink, I was about to order her a sex on the beach, she
didn't seem like a sex on the beach, but she seemed like the woman
that would give in quickly. My plans were again interrupted by high
pitched screams and heaving breaths that were bursting through the
swinging doors. Through the crowd of yelling and gasping people I saw
a glimpse of the familiar white dress, I followed it with my eyes and
my eyes then noticed a bright red stain running down the front of her
chest. I pushed, I pulled, and I shoved, yelling out at the top pf my
lungs that I was a doctor, but when I reached the center of the
circle Juliet wasn't hurt. I took a deep breath and exhaled, but
then people pointed out the dying frame of Goodwin stretched out on
the floor. Juliet cried, the red on her dress spilled across her
hands, and there were spots of red in her hair as well. He was dying,
and there was nothing I could do for him, the only thing I was
capable of doing for him was to cover his face and let him die in
peace, away from the looks of people judging the town leader, and
looking down at him in his time of death. People began calling the
cops and accusing the woman Ana. Juliet had stopped crying and
managed to say it wasn't Ana. I shuddered. She said she was there
and that it wasn't Ana, that she didn't know who it was. It
didn't take long for people's train of thoughts to start running
in the wrong direction and soon they were all circling Juliet and
accusing her of having murdered Goodwin.
"It makes sense,
you're angry, he cheated on you! You had a reason to murder him!"
Juliet walked back, she pleaded for a chance to argue her
innocence. I couldn't bare it.
Once again, for the second time
that night I was standing in front of her, shielding her from harms
way.
"It wasn't her, can't you see she's devastated!"
I
don't know how I managed to work up the courage to stand up for
her, but I did.
The sirens from the distance were approaching,
and the people who had been there for a good time were beginning to
leave, before being placed at the scene of a crime.
I glanced at
her, and squeezed her arm.
"You should go, they'll look for
you and you can give your statement later, you look terrible."
I
took one last gulp from my untouched cup on the counter and walked
out.
I walked past the river next to the bar, I stared at the
spot where the gun had landed once thrown out the window and then I
walked back to my apartment a few blocks away.
It was dark,
lonesome. I walked to my room that was dimly lit by the moonlight
creeping in through the crack of my window.
I heard the living
room door open and for a minute there I was scared, but then I
recognized the steps heading my way. I pulled the small handgun out
of my pocket and shoved it into the small drawer next to my bed. The
bedroom light flickered on and when I turned back she was wearing a
different dress, this one was black instead of white… how
appropriate. She strutted towards me giggling; it was probably the
way I looked at her that made her laugh. I couldn't help it, she
was painfully beautiful, her effect on me had grown so much I was
able to turn on my morals and kill at cold blood.
I wrapped my
arms around her the way I had been fantasizing all day and she left
butterfly kisses up and down my neck, stopping only to nibble and
bite her favorite places.
I remember what we said to each other
that night. She whispered into my neck a sweet thank you, and I
responded in two ways. The first one was
"It's finally just
the two of us." And then I kissed her, our lips locked in the most
passionate and adoring kiss ever shared between a couple, love seemed
to overflow our bodies and drip down to our feet.
That was the
first night she visited my home, she has spent the night ever since.
