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Secret Suburbia
By Cody J. Fulmer
Prologue
Welcome to Suburbia. My name is Katie Harris and I live at
I work as a real estate agent in the town of
My best friend is my neighbor, Francesca. She is a stay-at-home mom. Her child’s name is Passion and she is the same age as Alex, 13. I have thought for a long time that Alex and Passion would someday date, but they never talk and they always avoid each other. That dream should just get flushed down the toilet. It would be cool if our kids got married, then I’d be related to my best friend, by law of course. Francesca is not married but she has been with the same guy for 15 years. His name is David and he is a cop.
Chapter 1
“The Sell”
A woke up early in the morning. It was Saturday; it was 5:40 am. Saturday’s were the days where I would sleep in until 12:00 pm and my teenage son would sleep in till whenever he wanted. So why was I waking up so early exactly? Well; let’s just say that real-estate calls.
I crawled out of bed and stubbed my toe on the bed post while walking over to my closet to grab my bathrobe. The sun was rising outside so I didn’t need to turn on my lights. I walked over to my bathroom, slipped off my pajamas walked right into the shower and turned on the water; then screamed. The water was cold. In my opinion, people who take cold shower’s are nuts. I took the shower knob and twisted it closer and closer to the letter “H” meaning hot. It still stayed cold.
When I got out there was a chill. That’s what happens when you take cold showers, you feel cold afterwards. I threw on my pink dress. It was sexy, sheik. I looked like I was ready to go on a date. I wasn’t. I grabbed a black hoodie and threw it over the dress. I had the zipper removed and the hood so it really wasn’t a hoodie. I let my blond hair slide onto my shoulders; I grabbed the hair dryer and dried my hair. I walked into the hallway and knocked on Alex’s door. “I’m going to work!” I shouted.
I just heard a moan inside. I walked downstairs. It was 6:30 am already. I had to be at a house by 7:00 am to give a walkthrough. I’ve never given one that early but when I talked to the man on the phone yesterday he said that there is a big chance he would but the lot if I could give him a tour as early as seven.
I sat in front of the T.V and turned it on to NBC. The morning news was on. They were reporting about a big drug bust that occurred yesterday. 40 people were arrested and there was a big gun fight! This all happened in
I got into my sporty car. Only 2 people can ride in it because there is no backseat. My son and I are the only ones who use it; and if somebody needs a life, Alex stay’s home. The car is black and has a wide white line going down the middle. The engine and ect is where the trunk would be on a regular car and the place where the engine and ect would be on a regular car is the trunk. I had the car custom built to do that.
I pulled out of the drive way threw the gear into drive and I floored it! The car got a fast start then slowed down. For some reason when I drive I like to make the car go 200 mph to start. (That’s how fast it goes.) Is it legal? Hell no! Will I get into an accident someday because of it? Probably.
I drove into the driveway of the house that I was about to sell. There was a van already in the driveway. The double door’s in the back of it opened up when I powered my car down. A man wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and jeans hopped out of the back. ‘Am I going to die?’ I thought. He seriously looked like a mass murderer; he was very muscular! ‘This couldn’t be the guy, could it?’
I opened my car door and put my black high heel to the smooth pavement. I looked up to the upstairs window of the apartment and then to the man. If this was the guy, his name would be Jack, Jack Poker. I extended my arm out and he grabbed it. We shook hands.
“Hi, I’m Kate Harris!” I said with the biggest most pathetic smile on my face the world has ever known. “Are you Jack Poker?” I felt funny saying that name. Jack…Poker…I wonder if his mom was playing poker before she went into labor with him.
“Yes, I’m Jack.” He had short brown hair and a black beard that only surrounded his mouth and covered his chin, no place else. He smelled like cologne and Paris Hilton perfume…wait, Paris Hilton perfume… I know only one person who wears…
Just then I saw the back doors of the van open again. IT was in my territory. IT was on my turf. IT violated one of my customers. IT was wearing only wearing a red bra and jeans! ITs name was Megan Marshall. Megan is the girl that is constantly running around trying to sabotage my business. She has a big reputation in
“Oh hey Katie!” She said with a big smile on her face, closing the van’s door. “What brings you to this home at 7:30?” She acted so innocent. It made me sick.
“Well,” I said in a snotty tone. “You see that sign in the front yard…you know, the one with my picture on it, the one that says
“I didn’t sleep with him Kate! Gosh! What do you think of me as, huh? The neighborhood slut? I was in his van helping him clean out the back of his van! Even ask him! No, better yet, look. Geesh.” She opened the back door. “And if this is how you treat you’re clients…then maybe Jack shouldn’t be with you and he should find another realtor…” Tears bottled up in her eyes. They were so fake. “Jack, she abuses me all day long. She tells me the same thing every day! She does this to all her clients too. She comes to their houses everyday and I swear, she probably sleeps with them. The boys and the girls. She never leaves them alone!” The tears rolled down her cheeks like water falls. “Please, I’ll help you find a better realtor. One who will give you this house for a lower price, one who doesn’t smoke marijuana at her house every night!”
“I don’t smoke marijuana and I don’t sleep with my clients and I just visit them yearly to see if there are any problems with the house! Don’t listen to this girl! She is just another neighborhood scamp who wants to take control!”
There was an awkward scilence.
“On second thought…” Jack started. “I’ll work with another realtor. Cause you sound like you are trying to make it seem like you don’t do those things when you actually did. I just can’t stand liars.” He had a disgusted look on his face. He signaled Megan to come with him.
Megan and he locked hands. She turned her head and mouthed ‘I did him’ while making a pointing finger to his but.
I mouthed a very naughty word to her that should make me pay $5.00 to the swear jar at home. (Yes, we have one of those.)
Later that day at 1:30 pm
I was sitting in my dining room with Fran. My dining room is brown. The walls, the floor, the table, the hutch, the plants, the vases, you name it. Fran was pale and had brown hair. Fran and I like to spend out Saturday nights together getting drunk off of pretty much whatever we can get our hands on. Saturday afternoon’s for was a time to be sober.
“I can’t believe that she just deliberately walked up to you and ruined another one of your sales, again!” Fran said to me. I had told her about the incident that happened this morning. “I mean if I were you, which I am clearly not because I hate the real-estate market; I’d kick that girls ass to the curb and if she still was an annoyance; and sew her for everything she has!”
“What do you mean by kicking her to the curb?” I asked stroking a cup of milk that was in my hands.
“Well, all I am saying is that you should you should probably just slap her across the face. Well, not in front of your client of course. Maybe if you get drunk enough tonight we could walk over there together and beat the living daylights out of her! Common, what do yah say?” I smiled and cricked her head.
“No way, it wouldn’t work. She’d call 9-1-1 the next second or possibly walk down to the police station by herself.”
“I have a gun. We can bring it and hold it to her head and say we will shoot her if she squeals. I mean seriously, if you’re son or somebody came up to me and held a gun to my head and told me to not tell the cops, I wouldn’t.”
“Are you saying that my son is capable of holding a gun to you’re head?”
“Well I wouldn’t put it past him. He seems like he could strangle somebody to death.”
My son walked into the room. “Who could strangle somebody to death.” He said to both of us.
Fran jumped. “Holy Jesus,” She started to laugh. “Look at that! See, he is so intimidating. He snuck up behind a corner and scared me!”
We all laughed at Fran’s funny reaction. “Shawn, why don’t you go and get dressed. Take you’re shower and when you get out Fran and I wont be here cause we will be out kicking Megan’s buttocks!”
“You mean that hot blond lady who flirts with almost every man in town?”
I looked at my son. I smiled. “You are not allowed to associate with that woman. She is evil, she is dirty, she bugs me, she’s a bad influence and she smokes marijuana. I also don’t want you too loose you’re virginity to her. Seriously, I didn’t tell her that I had a son because I knew that she would rape you.”
“She rapes children!?” Fran shouted. “You think you know a person. Is she on a sex offender registry?”
We all laughed.
“She isn’t a pedophile, as far as I know.” I said. Well technically she is because she has slept with almost everyman in
That night
Fran and I left home at about 7:00 pm. I left Shawn at home alone. I figure, he’s 13 and if he can’t handle himself by now then I failed as a parent.
What do teenagers do when they are home alone? Well, some smoke a hidden stash of cigarettes that are under their pillows. Some throw a big house party. Some drink their parent’s stash of hidden chardonnay. Well; ok, those are probably just the rebellious children. I raised Shawn better…I think.
Shawn peeked out the window and watched us drive out. As soon as we were out of sight he closed the curtain he was peeking out of and ran up to his room. He laid on his bed to watch T.V. He looked at the clock about half an hour later and got up, turned off the T.V and finally took his shower. (Shawn for some reason wears his pajamas through the day and showers at night. I’ll never get why.)
Alex got out of the shower and threw on his clothes. He wore a green hoodie, it was unzipped a bit so you could see the blank, brown shirt he was wearing; and blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and did his hair. His hair is blond with a bit of black in it. His real parent’s hair colors were black and blond so I guess it would make sense.
My son walked over to his closet and opened it. He moved all of his shirts that were hanging up and opened up a board in the wall. He pulled out a Sketchers shoe box and sat it down on his bed. He opened it up. The contents: five lighters and 6 cartons of cigarettes; now there was a shock.
Alex put all of the items into his backpack and headed out the door. Makes you wonder what he’s going to do; right?
At that exact same time; at a bar across town
I guess you could say that bull-riding was out, but people still do it. Welcome to ‘The Saddle Ranch!’ People around here call it the cowboy barn. Fran and I just go there because they have great wine.
I was the gal sitting at the bar watching people ride the bull and get thrown from it. There is actually a big gaping hole in the ceiling because 3 years ago somebody stayed on the bull long enough to get it to throw him up and hard enough to go through a wall. I was there with Megan and the girl went through the roof and landed on it when he got up there. He rolled off and landed on a statue that has a big spear sticking out into the air. The man is still alive today and yes I did say that Megan and I were there together. We used to be best friends before I joined the real-estate market.
Fran was the gal screaming a hollering to ride the bull. She was wearing a cowgirl hat. Her brown hair was lunged under it.
There is a big fence surrounding the bull. The last man riding it was thrown over it and into somebody’s arms. They kissed and headed for the bar. ‘Future couple.’ I thought to myself.
People were roaring to ride the bull. One of which was Fran. She threw her cowgirl hat at the man guarding the gate and he let her in. “Ye-haw!” She screamed. Fran was wearing a button-up shirt…she unbuttoned it and let everybody see her bra. She hopped on the bull and it was turned on. She raised one arm in the air and she was going up and down. She kept on screaming “Faster!” and it was going faster and faster every time she said it.
Eventually the man yelled “It doesn’t go any faster!”
I could see Fran’s face begin to turn green. I think she was gonna throw up. Either that or she was going to suffocate. I turned around and the bartender handed me a glass of chardonnay. “Boyfriend dump you?” He asked.
I gave him a weird look. “No, I just lost a big sale today. There is this slut and she keeps on ruining my sales and I am about to go bankrupt. I’m in real-estate.” Suddenly my cell phone rang, I answered it. “Katie Harris real-estate, are you interested in one of our beautiful homes that are on the market today?”
“Kate! It’s me! Megan. I need you’re help.” Her voice was quiet but frantic. Why was she calling me? I hate her.
“I’m listening…” I said.
“Remember that guy from this morning…the one you tried to sell that house to? Well he is at my house right now and-” I cut her off.
“Listen! I don’t need to hear about you sleeping with him and how great you’re sex was! Ok! I am done with you!”
“HE IS HOLDING A FREAKING GUN TO MY FREAKING FOREHEAD!” I heard a clash. Somebody picked up the phone.
“Listen up here Ms. Harris.” His voice was dark, cold. “Come to this girl here’s address and make in snappy. If I don’t see you here in the next 5 minuets-”
“I’m half an hour away! I can’t make it there in 5 minuets!”
“Fine from this exact moment you have 30 minuets to get to this address or I am going to put a bullet through this whore’s head. You were right though, she really does try to come on to people; and for you’re information I pistol whipped her so she’s unconscious.” He hung up.
This is a joke. I thought to myself. I didn’t want to take any chances. If she didn’t die then I would feel guilt for the rest of my life.
I turned around and looked at the bull. Fran was still going. Suddenly she was thrown off and she landed in my arms. “Kiss!” Everybody shouted at us.
I looked into Fran’s eyes. “We need to go. There’s been an accident with Megan.”
“I thought you said you hated her!” She yelled at me.
“There’s not much time to explain. I’ll tell you in the car!” I stood up and carried Fran out of the bar. Who knows if Megan will live to see tomorrow?
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Secret Suburbia
By Cody J. Fulmer
Prologue
Welcome to Suburbia. My name is Katie Harris and I live at
I work as a real estate agent in the town of
My best friend is my neighbor, Francesca. She is a stay-at-home mom. Her child’s name is Passion and she is the same age as Alex, 13. I have thought for a long time that Alex and Passion would someday date, but they never talk and they always avoid each other. That dream should just get flushed down the toilet. It would be cool if our kids got married, then I’d be related to my best friend, by law of course. Francesca is not married but she has been with the same guy for 15 years. His name is David and he is a cop.
amused chipperPoker Face
(The Answering Machine)
Written and Composed my Cody Fulmer
(Based on the original song Poker Face by Lady Gaga)
I am not here,
I am not here,
I am not here,
I am not here,
I am not here,
I wanna hold em’ like they do in
Fold em’ let em’ hit me baby, raise it baby stay with me
(I love it)
I am not here right now so please leave a message;
And if you do not want to then you can just go hang up, up
Now-Now-Now-Now-Now, Now-Nowahowoh-oh
I am not here, so leave me a message…
Now-Now-Now-Now-Now, Now-Nowahowoh-oh
I am not here, so leave me a message…
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me, no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave a message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave me message)
Pa-Pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be,
A little gambolin is fun when you’re with me,
(I love it)
Talkin to me is not the same without a phone,
But when I am not here there is not point in using it, it
Now-Now-Now-Now-Now, Now-Nowahowoh-oh
I am not here, so leave me a message…
Now-Now-Now-Now-Now, Now-Nowahowoh-oh
I am not here, so leave me a message…
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me, no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave a message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave me message)
Pa-Pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
I have told you that I’m not here, talkin to you cause I’m bluffin
With my muffin!
Might be lying Might be sleepin with my muffin bunnin
Just like a chick in the casino,
Take you’re bank before I pay you out,
You don’t know this, don’t know this
Call me back cause I’m marvelous
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me, no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave a message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave me message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me, no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave a message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave me message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me, no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave a message)
Can’t reach me, can’t reach me no you can’t talk to me
(So please leave me message)
Pa-Pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
I am not here, leave me a message…
Pa-Pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
Pa-Pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here)
Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-Poker face
(I am not here, here, here)
happyWell; its not that I suck its just that i never have the time anymore and I do seem like the kind of person who has all the time in the world to write. Well; haha. I don't. Today though I will be writing the VERY over due last chapter on New York Madness. It's been so long since I've writen it. Here is just an over view of what happened from begining to almost-end! :)
We introduced Cody. He is a writer/pre-school aid. He had a son named Andrew who was killed in a fire and a wife named Charlotte who went into a coma from that fire. She woke up; but Cody has no idea of that, yet. He has a second girlfriend because he was planning on divorcing Charlotte when she woke up. Her name is Megan. She is the origninal party girl. Cody and her dated before he married Charlotte. She lives in L.A; California and is visting Cody in New York. When we left off she was staying at a rich man's house in upstate New York.
Fran is a disightful of tough love. She was married to a guy name Nick. She divorced him. Now Nick has this big obsession with wanting to KILL Fran. He showed up at her apartment and smacked her around a bit. He threw her through a wall and almost killed her. She lived; but then fell down the stairs of her apartment while trying to get help after the acident. She went into a coma for about a day and woke up to find me in Katelyn's apartment with a gun shooting bags full of blood with a gun. It made a big mess and she thought I was trying to kill her. She also fell in love with a man inwhich she had no contact with. His name was Andre. She refers to him as 'the best sex ever.'
Ian is a man who acts like he owns New York. He can destroy you're reputation in a second. Make it so that nobody will serve you any place. He is dating a girl named Jessica. Ian is cheating on Jessica with Charlotte(who was in a coma when he got her preggnant) and Jessica is cheating on Ian with a man named David; who is a doctor at the medical center where Charlotte layed in the coma. Jessica and Brad were previously togather but then they divorced.
Lastly we have a character named Brad. He isn't in the story much but he is a big part of it. We found that he was left dead in an ally way without his heart beating. Turns out that Cody found in having sex with his petophile neighbor. He called Fran and they talked to Brad. He tried to fake his death so that he could break up with his girlfriend Katelyn. He was arrested in the process and the cops drugged him without bringing him to the station. They left him in the allyway and drove off. Brad woke up and had his named changed the next day! He never kept in touch with anybody.
And thats all about New york Madness!
Blog Ya Later,
-Cody<3
P.S: Below I have attached the french version of this...
Bien ; son pas que je suce son juste que je n'ai jamais le temps plus et je semble comme le type de personne qui a tout le temps dans le monde pour écrire. Bien ; haha. Je ne fais pas. Aujourd'hui bien que j'écrirai le TRES sur le dû dure le chapitre sur la Folie de New York. Cet a été si long puisque je l'ai écrit. Voici juste un sur la vue de ce qu'est arrivé du commencement de presque-terminer ! :)
Nous avons introduit Cody. Il est écrivain/pré-l'aide d'école. Il a eu un fils Andrew nommé qui a été tué dans un feu et une femme Charlotte nommé qui est entré dans un coma de ce feu. Elle s'est réveillée ; mais Cody n'a pas d'idée de cela, pourtant. Il a une deuxième amie parce qu'il planifiait sur divorcer de Charlotte quand elle s'est réveillée. Son nom est Megan. Elle est la fille de parti d'origninal. Cody et elle a daté avant qu'il ait ait épousé Charlotte. Elle habite en L.UN ; Californie et visting Cody à New York. Quand nous sommes partis d'elle restait à une maison riche de l'homme dans New York au nord. Fran est un disightful d'amour dur. Elle a été épousée à une Encoche de nom de gars. Elle l'a divorcé. Maintenant l'Encoche a cette grande obsession avec vouloir TUER Fran. Il est montré à son appartement et l'a fait claquer autour d'un peu. Il l'a lancé par un mur et l'a tuée presque. Elle a vécu ; mais est tombé alors l'escalier de son appartement pendant qu'essayer d'obtenir l'aide après l'acident. Elle est entrée dans un coma pour environ un jour et s'est réveillé me trouver dans l'appartement de Katelyn avec une fusillade de fusil retient plein de sang avec un fusil. Il a fait un grand désordre et elle a pensé j'essayais de la tuer. Elle est tombée aussi dans l'amour avec un inwhich d'homme elle n'a pas eu de contact avec. Son nom était Andre. Elle se lui réfère comme ‹ le meilleur sexe jamais ›. Ian est homme qui agit comme il possède New York. Il peut détruire vous êtes la réputation dans une seconde. Le faire pour que personne vous ne servira n'importe quel lieu. Il date une fille Jessica nommé. Ian triche sur Jessica avec Charlotte (qui était dans un coma quand il a obtenu son preggnant) et Jessica triche sur Ian avec un homme David nommé ; qui est médecin au centre médical où Charlotte a posé dans le coma. Jessica et la Pointe étaient auparavant togather mais alors ils ont divorcé. Enfin nous avons un caractère une Pointe nommée. Il n'est pas dans l'histoire beaucoup de mais il est une grande partie de lui. Nous avons trouvé qu'il a été parti mort dans une façon d'allié sans son battement de coeur. Les virages hors que Cody a trouvé dans avoir de sexe avec son voisin de petophile. Il a appelé Fran et ils ont parlé à la Pointe. Il a essayé de truquer sa mort pour qu'il pourrait briser avec son Katelyn d'amie. Il a été arrêté dans le processus et les flics l'a dopé sans amener lui à la station. Ils le sont parti dans l'allyway et ont chassé. Brad s'est réveillé et eu son nommé a changé le lendemain ! Il ne reste jamais en contact avec n'importe qui.
Et que tout de la Folie de New York !
Ecrire blog Ya plus tard,
-Cody<3
P. : Au dessous de j'ai attaché la vers
ion française de ceci...
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exanimate curiousChapter 13
“Bradford”
Some people are homicidal maniacs. Some people are just creeps. Some people don’t know how/when to die. Some people are complete assholes and some are complete lovers. Some people love sex and some people are afraid of it. Some people are pretty. Some people are ugly. These are all characteristics that describe human beings. It seems that in life we are just going around making up stupid stereotypes about people. (Jock, dick, nice, fake, emo, gothic, ect.) Is there such thing as a stereotype for a lover? Somebody who is there for you every single heart throbbing moment of the day? No, there isn’t. Human’s waste to much time on being so judgmental. We never can’t find out who is a lover at heart until they are cuddling with you in you’re bed or on the couch. Some people realize their love for somebody just when they open their eyes in the morning…
Ian stood in the hospital room with Charlotte who was lying down in her hospital bed. Her eyes were wide open and she didn’t blink. The doctor had earlier confirmed that Charlotte was not dying and was not in labor to give birth to hers and Ian’s child.
Charlotte turned her head to Ian. “Where is…” he voice was weak, soft. “Cody.”
Ian didn’t say anything for 30 seconds. He was thinking. “Cody is out having an affair on you.” He said, “When you got knocked into a coma Cody was here for a few days but then started dating a hot nurse with big breasts. Cody is dating her now.”
A tear shed from Charlotte’s eye. “Andrew…where is he.”
“He died in the accident…don’t you remember?”
“Vaguely; now…is Cody in New York still?”
“Yes, and he is with that blonde chick”
Back at my apartment I was with Fran, in the hallway in front of the pedophile’s door. Fran took her fist and knocked on the door. My so called neighbor answered. “Hello there!” He said with a big grin on his face. Fran pushed him aside.
“I have a few questions for you!” She screamed sitting down on his couch.
I walked by him and mouthed the word ‘Sorry.’ When everybody sat down I finally asked; “Do you know the name of the man you were raping last night.”
The man who had taken a sip of coffee spit it all out. “I wasn’t raping him. You must have thought that last night because you saw me having sex with another man and you heard that I am a registered sex offender. Well listen; I raped one little boy, he was fourteen and I was nineteen at the time. I’m 30 now. I am actually gay and that man I was expressing my love with; his name is Charles.”
“See Cody; I told you it wasn’t Brad!” Fran said getting up out of her seat. Yes; the man who I saw in bed with my rapist next-door-neighbor was; I thought Brad.
“Wait, Fran.” Fran stopped. “Where is Charles now?” I asked.
“In the bedroom”
Fran walked over to the bedroom and kicked open the door. “Oh my; what the hell!” She screamed. I ran over to Fran and peeked into the room. “Cody; that’s Brad!” Brad (or Charles) was putting on a sock.
My neighbor left and Brad was sitting down with us in the living room. It was quite for a long time and we all just stared at each other. Fran was pale wearing a purple shirt with an even purpler flower on it with jeans. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, pretty much my pajama outfit. Lastly Brad was wearing Jeans and socks, no shirt.
“Where the hell have you been all these months?” Fran asked in a calm voice.
There was sweat trickling down Brad’s stomach. He looked nervous.
“Brad; I want to know. There are a lot of people who think I killed you. Katelyn is worried sick.”
Brad made a gulp. “I faked my death.” He said. “I have been living in New York for awhile.”
“Why?” Fran asked.
“Well…the story goes like this…”
1 year ago
“I was out jogging at 11 on a Saturday night. I came home at 1 and I found Katelyn having sex on the couch. I picked up a jar full of roses and threw them at the man who was sleeping with her when he stood up. He ran out of the room. Did I mention that that man is Ian?
Katelyn just walked up stairs. When I got up there she had pulled a suitcase out of the closet and started throwing her clothes into it. ‘We aren’t even going to talk about you’re adultery?!’ I shouted at her.
‘No,’ she said with a smirk. ‘You see, this affair has been going on for years and I had been planning on leaving you when you found out.’ I then walked over to her and grabbed her neck and threw her body up against the wall. I squeezed her neck harder and harder. I noticed how her eyes had been growing bigger and bigger. I just couldn’t kill her so I let go of her neck and she took a big gasp of air. She ran over to the phone that was in the bedroom and dialed 911. I then grabbed her hand and threw the phone out the window; breaking it.
I didn’t even bother to turn off the phone while it was dialing 911 so I needed a plan; the police were coming. I punched Katelyn across the face and she was on the ground in an instant, knocked out. I didn’t need her to interfere with my plan. I went and grabbed her boa out of her suit case. I ran downstairs and threw it over a wooden pole in the living room. I stood up on a chair and tied it on my neck. I looked out the window to see when the police were to arrive.
When they showed up I jumped off the chair and kicked it backwards. Yes, I did hang myself. When the police came in they cut the boa and got me down. They didn’t search the house so they never found Katelyn. The carried my body to the squad car and laid my down in the backseat. They didn’t call for an ambulance.
My brain was still working and I wasn’t dead. I over heard the police talking.
‘I’m Hungary.’ said one of them.
‘We have to bring this guy to the hospital though.’ said the other one.
‘Why don’t we dump him in an alley way and get some donuts?’
‘We can get fired for that though!’
‘We wore gloves when we cut him down…didn’t we?’
One of the officers looked into the backseat. ‘I have a drug that with stunt his breathing. We can slide it into his throat. He will stop breathing but then begin breathing in 5 hours.’
‘So it will kill him?’
‘For 5 hours.’
‘Let’s do it.’
The police just left me there in an alley way. It wasn’t till an hour later than an old lady walking her dog came by and took me to the hospital. They pronounced me dead there. Ian was the one to come in and identify my body as Brad. I was placed in the morgue; a dark room. When the drug wore off I awoke again. I ran out the door of the morgue and in the morning I went to a place to have my name changed. My legal name is Charles and I have been avoiding you for the past year.”
Now
“Brad.” I said. “Why didn’t you tell anybody that you were alive? Why didn’t you keep in touch with anybody?’
“I was afraid that news would get back to Katelyn and she would kill my name in this city. I would be arrested.” Brad told us.
Fran was still in awe. “What do we tell everybody else? What do we do? Are we every going to see you again?!” Fran shouted at him.
“Listen…why don’t you tell everybody that I am still alive. Ok, we can all do lunch one day. You know what; I can’t imagine all the drama I’ve put you all through. What if I took everybody on a boat trip; everybody and their wives and husbands? What do you say?”
“Sure!” I shouted.
Fran stared at him. “I’d love too.” She said.
My cell phone started ringing. I answered it, it was Ian. “Hello?” I said.
“Cody…I have something I think you should know.” He said.
“Oh yeah, but before you tell me I just have some news for you.”
“Ok, you go first.”
“Brad’s alive!”
“Are you serious?!”
“Yeah”
“Great!” he said with his voice a little faint. “Now can I tell you my news?”
“Shoot.”
“Charlotte woke up.”
“WHAT?!” I shouted into the phone.
“What’s going on?” Brad asked. I hung up the phone without saying good-bye.
“Charlotte woke up.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“That’s so great!” Fran shouted. “Let’s go, we need to get to the coma ward.”
Fran and I ran for the exit of the apartment. “Wait what’s going on!?” Brad shouted.
“Long story!” I shouted.
