by Julien Gregg


This story is a work of fiction its characters do not exist outside the story. Any resemblance to living people or places is strictly coincidence. This story is ©2012 Julien Gregg. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.


I got up today thinking that things would be different. I thought that you would have come in the night while I was sleeping and things would be like they're supposed to be. I thought you would kiss my lips and tell me good morning. I even thought you would join me in the shower and wash my back. I thought that I would hear your voice as you apologized for taking so long in coming to me. I thought a lot of things, but the truth is Keanu doesn't love me. I can't even fantasize about it right anymore.

*

Do you remember that time by the lake? It was early summer; the temperature hadn't had a chance to climb. We sat there for hours on that tattered blanket, talking about the future and what we would do if only we had money. We dreamed the dreams of dreamers that day, never expecting them to actually come true.

*

Do you remember the day you got the news? I was so happy for you, and I thought we were on top of the world. Your very first book arrived just a month later. I was so proud that I could hardly stand it. I told all of our friends before you had the chance, and your m om and dad even pretended to like me when they arrived to help celebrate.

*

Do you remember what you promised? It's funny how that's the loudest thought in my head, the promise you made to lve me and honor me for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I remember that promise. Why don't you? I guess you don't really love at all, do you, Keanu?

*

"Are your bonds too tight, my love? Can you still feel your fingers and toes? I know you're uncomfortable, but it really has to be this way. What's that you said? I can't hear you. It's probably the gan in your mouth. Oh well, you'd probably just spout more drivel about not loving me. I can't care to listen to that just now."

*

"Aren't I taking good care of you? I even took the gag out of your mouth so that I could feed you. It was very wrong of you to spit the food in my face that way. Maybe a day or two with nothing to eat will soften your heart. God knows I'm a patient man. I think I've shown just how patient I am."

*

"Do your muscles ache, my love? I shoudl probably massage them more. You really shouldn't try to break the chains though. I promise they're quite unbreakable. You'll love me when this is over, and I can't have you running off until that day comes. This is for the best. I swear it is."

*

"Why are your eyes so distant, my love? Can't you see that I do this because I love you so? I tried to tell you what would happen if you spurned me. I told you about my temper. Things are better this way. Trust me; this is much better than my first thought. Well, anyway."

*

"It's truly a pity that you don't love me the way that I love you. You could have saved yourself this entire drama, my love. You could have at least pretended. Maybe one day inside the pretense you'd have fallen in love for real. Now we're forced to live out this charade day after day. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

*

"The police asked me questions today, my love. They still think your name is Daryl. I told them exactly what I said I would. You left in a hurry that night, and I haven't heard a word out of you since. It's not a lie, my love. I haven't heard a coherent word out of you since you told me that you don't love me. I refuse to hear anything but laments of your love for me, and until then you won't speak. If your heart never warms to me then maybe you'll never say another word. I can't think on this just now. It's a lovely day. Shall I open a window so you can feel the breeze, my love?"

*

"You've broken your chair, my love! Why do you fight me so? The chains are sound, and you won't get away. I planned this perfectly before I even told you that I am in love with you. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that there was a chance that you wouldn't feel the same way. Now you know what not loving me will get you."

*

"Isn't the bed more comfortable, my love? It's not as hard as that uncomfortable chair. Perhaps breaking it was a good thing, although now I don't have an entire set. It was my grandmother's dining set, my love. I can't replace the broken chair. I shall have to think on the proper punishment for breaking such a cherished relic."

*

"Is the pain exquisite, my love? I've never had to endure the lash before, so I truly don't know how painful it is. Your pack is all striped now, but they will fade soon. Didn't I do a good job rubbing the ointment in? You howled so marvelously, my love! I feared the neighbors would hear. Good thing they live so far away, isn't it?"

*

"You do soil yourself so, my love. I think this is the worst part of this ordeal, having to endure the scent of your excrement and clean it up! I shan't get angry about it though, my love. Don't fear it. I know you can't help it. It's a bodily function after all. If it gets to be too much for me, my love, I'll think on how to rid you of those functions forever. Won't that be grand?"

*

"Well that's done with, my love. The police aren't even looking for you anymore. They think you've run off with some girl. Isn't that funny, my love? A girl! I could laugh myself into a stupor over the sheer lunach of it. Yes, yes, I know that you have always dated girls, my love. I know that you've been confused for so long. Than the heavens that I'm setting the world right for you! You'd have ended up married to some sop, and then you wouldn't be happy. Yes, you're not exactly happy now, I know. That's your fault, my love. If you would just love me this would end. You'd be free."

*

"You'll have to help me, my love. I'm a strong man but I have my limits. Don't think of the shotgun, love. You won't try to get away. I know that. Yet your need to be up and about from time to time. I can't have bed sores to deal with, can I? The hospital will catch on to how much I'm borrowing from their stores if you get too ill, love. Come, let's walk in the sunlight. The days are getting shorter, love. There won't be much warmth left soon. Just remember that if you try to run, and you manage to get far with your shackles, I'll fire, my love."

*

"I'm not sure I like the tears, love. Making love with you was the most wondrous event of my life. It was almost all I expected. Of course you couldn't take me in your arms with them secured to the bed posts that way. I understand. I can't like these tears though. You make it seem as if what we did was horrible with those tears. No, I think I should leave you to ponder in silence, love. Yes, that's the ticket. I'll just prepare lunch. There's no use in my mood being darkened by your stupid tears."

*

"Look out the window, love. Do you see the three perfect flower beds? I only thought of this because the day is so clear and sunny. I wanted to tell you about the flower beds because I suspect that you've been lying to me all along. I hope that isn't so, love. Those three flower beds are all that's left of the last three men who pretended to be the man I love. What's that, love? I know it's difficult to talk with the gag in. I'll just assume you're assuring me that you are the man I love."

*

"I read in a magazine today that you’re supposed to be filming, love. Won’t they be surprised when you don’t show up on the set? Oh, how funny it would be to see them all frantic as they try to find you. You’ll be here with me safe and sound. Aren’t you happy that I love you so much?"

*

"I know you’re not really Keanu. How could you try to trick me? I think it’s time that you pay for what you’ve done. When I think of all the love and care I’ve bestowed on you only to find out that you’ve lied to me all this time, I just get so angry! I’ll think on your punishment."

*

"Is that fear in your eyes? It should be. I’ve decided how to make you pay. Oh, scream for me, my ugly imposter! Scream until your lungs are sore! Would you like to taste your blood? It is wicked and impure, but I think it’s fit for you to consume. How could you make me do this again? Why did you lie to me?"

*

"You can’t lie to me anymore now. I think daisies will look good come spring. Now that you’re in the ground next to your lying companions, I’ll have to start looking for the real Keanu again. I can’t believe I wasted so much time with you. Daisies aren’t good enough for you. Atamasco Lilies will be perfect. They’re beautiful but poisonous. Why that’s just like you, isn’t it? Yes, the lilies will look wondrous here.”

*

"I tended the new flower garden today. The deadly lilies are blooming, and they’re so beautiful. Keanu, just wait until you see what I’ve had to do because you’ve made me wait. I watched you move in to the little house on Bleaker Street today. I read somewhere that you like little houses, so I guess this time it’s really you. I’ll have to figure out how to get you to the farm so I can make you love me."


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