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Dear Sarah,
Damn it! I am soooo pissed off I’m shaking!
Tim, that utter waste of space, doesn’t know how lucky he is to be alive, let alone still have his dick. That bastard struck again. Only this time, I was caught off guard. Probably the pervading smell of booze masked his stench but I didn’t realize he was even close until he was there. By then it was too late and I freaking lost it.
As always, it was one of those perfect days…sunshine and happy people and shit. They were everywhere and it was so easy to forget myself. I was totally caught up in the moment. Brendan was quietly reading something by Kafka with a green cover and I was napping. I was completely at peace when up walked Tim, the human distillery, totally destroying the moment.
I guess Tim did remember me and wasn’t ready to let it go.
Brendan had this dumbfounded look on his face, like he couldn’t believe Tim was so stupid. But then, he didn’t know what I knew about Tim and he didn’t know the whole scene about to go down was about me. At least not until Tim told him!
I know right? I mean WTF?! Tim actually told Brendan he wanted me.
A little rivalry should feel good but then again, this was Tim and wouldn’t you know he called me a ‘bitch’ again! As a red haze of fury was settling around my shoulders, Tim threw the very last straw; might as well been a bale. That dumb prick actually reached out and touched me. Shiver! It was just my knee but it was an act of outright ownership rather than affection and it felt awful.
It was like watching a movie in slow motion; everything felt third person. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brendan start to rise, with anger plain on his face, but before I could stop myself, the other part of me took over. I tore into Tim with a vengeance. Thankfully, I still have pretty good control this time of the month so I just beat him senseless and broke his hand.
Brendan may not know my secret, but now he knows I am a freak. I kicked Tim’s ass and Brendan is proud of me for it! Maybe even a little turned on – that’s food for thought. Brendan may love my strength but will he still be proud of me when he realizes that displaying my strength is really a sign of failure to control it? Will he be scared when he realizes what I can really do? I have spent my whole life trying to contain this and so far, I have managed to live a pretty normal life. You know that Sarah, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I can’t help but wonder what you would have done. Would you have let him live? I’m guessing probably not.
Part of me likes that Brendan doesn’t feel threatened by me. I love him for being secure even though I’m so head strong but I am more than that. I lost control and that’s dangerous. What if next time I can’t control it and I do more than beat someone up?
Always thoughtful in your embrace, Shelly.
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