The Valentines Day Massacre

Valentines Day Massacre

Abel knew his lover, Caroline, had been cheating on him for quite some time. He mildly tolerated it because he loved her more that words. He had never brought it up and as far as he knew she suspected nothing of his awareness. Awareness to the fact it occurred in their bed, awareness to the fact that her lover had bought her jewelry (which she told Abel she had acquired at the flea market), an awareness that she was using him for his money, and an awareness to the fact that he was starting to go mad. He hatched a plan, her lover would die before Valentines day. A day he knew they had planned to spend together. A day she told him she was planning to spend at her recently single female friends place for support after a nasty breakup.

In sunny San Francisco it's all hills. Patrick, his wife's lover, lived at the top of a particularly steep one. The plan was simple, cut his breaks. On the night before Valentines Day dressed all in black, Abel went about to set things in motion - hopefully Patricks car into the ocean was what he was thinking as he laughed to himself under the rusty old Toyota. He cut the breaks of the old clunker and easy, easy. Easiest thing in the world, youtube can teach you a lot. After the deed was done Abel returned home to his girlfriends and poured himself a glass of red wine. He could never guess what horrible news he would find out the next day. He awoke with a start to the digital alarm clock while his lover slept soundly through it each morning. After all she didn't have a job to get to. He was anxious to check the morning news. 

His coffee cup of steaming liquid fell from his hands. Patricks sister had been in town for a family affair and borrowed his car.  She was pregnant and found dead at the scene, behind the wheel of that beat up old Toyota. Patrick was shaken and astounded by his callousness at hearing this awful news.  The only thing he felt was annoyance that Patrick was still breathing and planning to see his Caroline that night. Plan B, Abel though as he begun looking for his girlfriends pocket planner.  He found the name of a restaurant and a time under Feb. 14th. Perfect.  He unlocked his safe in his impressive office and waited for the night-time. Work was slow, which was good because he was distracted and distant.  What would occur at the restaurant he thought? The Big Revelation - who's it going to be, me or him? Him or me?

He emerged from the swanky restaurant mens rooms shaking but resolute in his decision to confront them.  The bulge in his right pocket jacket gave him a sick confidence.  They were sitting in a corner booth, hands holding under the table, her flea market necklace glimmered in the candlelight.  Cheap and shiny, Abel thought, just like her. Then he saw them kiss. It wasn't the fact that they'd been doing it for years under his nose and so many years under his acknowledgement. It was the fact that they were both completely in love. Star crossed sort of thing. It looked like a Plan C was the only available course of action now. He shot his girlfriend first, then Patrick. But he didn't have the confidence to shoot himself.

The End.