To Murder a Man

It is a day like any other in Boston, Massachusetts. Except we are fighting again. It's March 17, 2008 and it's also St. Patrick's Day. I don't know why that crazy bitch Rita won't leave. I have asked her repeatedly to go back to Maryland and a couple hours ago, I put her belongings in her car. I hope she gets the message. Damned ugly leprechaun. I just told her again to get the hell out of my face and she went stomping out the door. She told me she was going to make my life hell. Damn! Like she hasn't already done that! I look out the bedroom window to see if she has gone to her car. If I am lucky, she will get in and drive away. Shit. I hear her coming in the front door.

I wanted to go to a bar tonight, but I'm too broke. I haven't found a job yet and Rita won't work. Bob isn't going to let us stay in this apartment forever - not for nothing. I told him I was going to stop by the tow shop - see if they needed any drivers. I won't have any money on my credit card until Mom pays the bill the end of the week. I called her last night and told her what was going on. She said she didn't like "that woman". I laughed and told her neither did I, but at the time I needed a place to sleep. She wanted to know why Rita followed me up here. I told her cause the bitch is crazy and won't leave. I told her I talked to Megan and I am going to go out to California for a while. Maybe by the time I get back, the bitch will have her claws into some other dude. I told Dad the same thing an hour ago. He told me I was always a dumbass. Yeah. I know. Sometimes I can't help it.

Rita comes into the kitchen where I am trying to rustle up some supper. I didn't get much sleep last night because she kept whining and crying and complaining that I don't love her. God, I don't - how many times do I have to say it? I just wish the bitch would leave. She's acting all huffy like she did over at Tiff's a few weeks ago. She keeps muttering under her breath how she's going to get even with me. I laugh. I know no one will believe her because I have never hit a woman in my life. I thought it was funny when she sat on the couch earlier and squeezed her own neck so that it had some red marks on it. The police can tell she did it to herself. Even I can see her fingerprints. Funny, she tried that down at John's one night and everyone knew she had done it because I wasn't even there.

Now she wants to go to the store. Says we need dog food. We probably do since Kimber eats like a horse. Well, that's fine. I need to get out of here for a bit anyway. Maybe I can leave her at the store and take off. I get in the car. She hops in the other side. Shit-eatin' grin on her face. I ask "what's up with you?" She just grins more. I know she's up to something. I see it in her face.

I am driving down the street and the police pass us with sirens and lights. Wonder out loud, "what's up?" Rita tells me she called them. I am like "what the fuck?! Why did you do that?" She grins at me again. "I told you I was going to make you pay", she says. Dumb fuckin' bitch! I pull over and tell her to get out. She refuses. I say "fine, sit here". I get out and start walking down the street. Damn, there she goes with my car. She must have stolen one of my keys. Fine. I will get it back later. She knows I don't want her driving my mother's car. What a stupid bitch.

I've walked a few blocks and I hear the police coming up the street. I stop to watch when they pull over. Two cops get out and they are pointing guns at me! I run. A couple more blocks maybe. The cops are behind me. God, there are a bunch of them. What did that dumbass bitch tell them? Oh my god, she really did it this time. I will physically throw her out the goddamn window as soon as I get out of here. Damn, I didn't need this.

The cops are yelling at me to drop my gun. I tell them, "don't come near me or I will shoot myself". I have to figure out what to do. They are firing at me! I call Rita and tell her I am so sorry I ever got myself tied up with her. I try to call other people, but they have changed their numbers. Cops everywhere! I try to call my folks, but they don't answer. I call Chrissy - her phone is ringing. Damn, voice mail. I fall down. My arms won't move. There's something wrong with my legs - they are drumming the ground.

"Jesus! What happened? There's blood all over me, am I going to be ok?"

I hear the paramedic tell his buddy, "it's ok, he deserved it". Who is he? I didn't see anyone else near me. Oh god, I think I am dying. Was he talking about me? I didn't do anything. It was Rita. God help me, I will come back. I will figure out how to get her. Coughing blood. She did this to me. I will come back!