Disconnect operator
Chapter 1
Why isn't she picking up the phone? Maybe I should try again later... wait, a ring. Ok, more rings. Urghhhhhh, the answer machine! I hated her soft cool voice, always so happy and reassured about life. I slammed the reciever and yelled. Why didn't she answer my calls? What, did she think she was too good for me? Everyone has fights right? Then why was this one any different? I paced the floor and tore at my hair. Pain? No, I was so numb to it that it could smack me in the face and I still wouldn't notice. :Ring, ring:
I jumped at the phone, hands sweaty, "Um hello... Cacey?"
"Hey buddy! Cacey..? Don't tell me your still trying to talk to that girl? Geez, you still don't get the point do you? She's not interested. Just leave her alone, don't even bother. There's so many girls waiting out there for you and you have to be stuck on this one. Clara, she's a nice girl. Had a crush on you since..." :Click:
I hung up on him. I didn't need this right now. I needed Cacey, hmmm... yes, Cacey.
She was a tall blonde with green eyes and pouty lips. There was no beauty that matched her, but it wasn't her looks that capitivated me, it was her heart. She was my opposite. Next to me, she was an angel and I was the devil. At least that's the way everyone cateorized us. She would go to church, help at the hospitals, donate her life and energy to the elderly, orphans, homeless, and just regular ol' bachlors like me.
Just seeing her walking down the street made people's eyes light up. "Cacey, Cacey darling, come here and have a cookie. There freshly baked." Cacey would go nuts and thank them a thousand times and would be on her way.
Me, on the other hand, would set cars on fire, damage people's properity, steal, cuss, sold drugs, got drunk and drove, physically abused people (especially my ex-girlfriends), everything, you name it. Of course I hid this side from Cacey. To her, I was that sweet guy that any girl would want. I was that Prince from fairy tales. I would open her door, pay her bills, cook her food, adorned her with priceless gifts, was always repectful and well mannered, and never did I curse or used foul language. I played this game every single time I saw her or her father, who happened to be the preacher.
No one else was fooled by this of course, but I sure didn't care. It wasn't them that I was trying to please. They could bite their tongues for all I cared, it made no difference to me. When people saw me walking Cacey home from morning service, they would shake their heads and give me an evil eye. They were right. I wanted to destroy this girl. I wanted to make her more misrable then I could even imagine.
I couldn't stand her easy going smile or her giving heart. It made me want to puke. I wanted to punish her, to be the first one to tear her heart apart. To be the first to promise her sweet nothings and when she needed me the most, to abadoned her like everyone else. Yes, I wanted to be the first one to make her suffer. The first one to open her eyes to reality. Everyone painted such a pretty picture for her, a good home, a good family, loyal friends and lovely people that cherished you. I just couldn't stand it anymore! Life had been too good to her, well it would end now, today!.