Disclaimer: If it's not in the 'Wildflowers' or any other V.C. Andrews
book, it's mine. Unless otherwise noted.
Charles: Cutting Loose Strings
I knew the child wasn't mine. Clara and I hadn't had sex for three months when she conceived. It became more obvious as the girl grew but I didn't know *who* her father was for years. Finally, when the child was five I came home early and overheard a very interesting conversation.
"Wow, she's grown so much," a man said as I reached for the door. I paused to listen.
"I know," Clara replied softly.
"What have you got there?" The man asked.
"A caterpillar," the girl replied.
"Really? Where'd you find it?"
"Over there. Uncle Danny, can I ask you something?" Danny? Daniel! Daniel Roberts! He was my cousin and worked at the same law firm that I did.
"Go ahead."
"Why are caterpillars green?"
"Because they eat a lot of grass."
"Why is grass green?"
"Because red grass would look silly, wouldn't it?" Clara had named the girl Danielle Roberta, why hadn't I seen it before.
"Danielle, go put the caterpillar back," Clara told her.
"Okay." I heard her bounce up and I slipped back to go back to my car.
"Son of a bitch!" I roared as I drove furiously away. The asshole slipping in, stealing *my* wife, and leaving me to raise his brat. 'Revenge is but the sweetest thing.' My father's words bounced around my mind. Smiling grimly, I began to plan.
I perched myself on the edge of Daniel's sofa. What the Hell am I doing here? I thought wildly. 'Sometimes, one has to be sacrificed for you to achieve your goal.' Another of my father's phrases. I stood up when I heard a car pull into the driveway. My palms began to sweat as I gripped the crowbar and hid beside the door. When I heard the lock click I raised it and prepared to strike. The door opened and he came in.
"Charles, what are-" His words were cut off as I slammed the bar into his head. He slid to the floor, blood beginning to color his dark blond hair.
"Oh my God," I gasped. I reached down to check his pulse. It was faint but still there. I whacked him one, two, three more times until I was sure he was dead.
I watched as his body, wrapped in garbage bags, sank to the bottom of the lake. I had killed a man. Just for sleeping with my wife. I had committed the utmost sin. The strange thing was.I liked it.
A/N Sorry if it's a little lame. Major writer's block. PLEASE review! Pretty please! And give me some ideas. I really need some of those, that's for sure. Anyway, I'll try to get the third chapter up soon. I don't know. Have finals to study for. Death to Algebra! ~ horse-girl
Charles: Cutting Loose Strings
I knew the child wasn't mine. Clara and I hadn't had sex for three months when she conceived. It became more obvious as the girl grew but I didn't know *who* her father was for years. Finally, when the child was five I came home early and overheard a very interesting conversation.
"Wow, she's grown so much," a man said as I reached for the door. I paused to listen.
"I know," Clara replied softly.
"What have you got there?" The man asked.
"A caterpillar," the girl replied.
"Really? Where'd you find it?"
"Over there. Uncle Danny, can I ask you something?" Danny? Daniel! Daniel Roberts! He was my cousin and worked at the same law firm that I did.
"Go ahead."
"Why are caterpillars green?"
"Because they eat a lot of grass."
"Why is grass green?"
"Because red grass would look silly, wouldn't it?" Clara had named the girl Danielle Roberta, why hadn't I seen it before.
"Danielle, go put the caterpillar back," Clara told her.
"Okay." I heard her bounce up and I slipped back to go back to my car.
"Son of a bitch!" I roared as I drove furiously away. The asshole slipping in, stealing *my* wife, and leaving me to raise his brat. 'Revenge is but the sweetest thing.' My father's words bounced around my mind. Smiling grimly, I began to plan.
I perched myself on the edge of Daniel's sofa. What the Hell am I doing here? I thought wildly. 'Sometimes, one has to be sacrificed for you to achieve your goal.' Another of my father's phrases. I stood up when I heard a car pull into the driveway. My palms began to sweat as I gripped the crowbar and hid beside the door. When I heard the lock click I raised it and prepared to strike. The door opened and he came in.
"Charles, what are-" His words were cut off as I slammed the bar into his head. He slid to the floor, blood beginning to color his dark blond hair.
"Oh my God," I gasped. I reached down to check his pulse. It was faint but still there. I whacked him one, two, three more times until I was sure he was dead.
I watched as his body, wrapped in garbage bags, sank to the bottom of the lake. I had killed a man. Just for sleeping with my wife. I had committed the utmost sin. The strange thing was.I liked it.
A/N Sorry if it's a little lame. Major writer's block. PLEASE review! Pretty please! And give me some ideas. I really need some of those, that's for sure. Anyway, I'll try to get the third chapter up soon. I don't know. Have finals to study for. Death to Algebra! ~ horse-girl