Anger management

[silvermanblue]

Anger Management

 

An older gentleman lies motionless in his bed next to his wife of 15 years.

The man could have been handsome at a time, but overworking and heavy drinking had taken its toll on the 49 year old. A little pouch of fat now stuck out over his belt and another chin had grown in under his first. He reaches out to his wife but she pulls away, she might as well moved a million miles away. He slowly slides out of the bed and gets to his feet. His back cracks painfully and he muffles a scream. “Honey?” Says the half a sleep woman, “Are you ok?” “Yeah Beth, I’m ok just the old sciatica acting up”. “Ok” Says his college sweetheart as she falls back asleep. He starts to head to the bathroom when his cell phone rings. “CRAP” As he runs back to the nightstand, “Hello?” “Hey baby, you miss me?” says the woman on the line. “Oh hi, umm I can’t really talk right now”. “Ok baby, but you better get over here and f*ck me!” “I am horny as hell, you didn’t sleep with your bitch wife again? Did you?” “No, but she is right here sleeping, I will be by at 7:30, just be patient.” “Ok better hurry!” The phone hangs up. He didn’t love her, but a man craves certain things as he gets older. He rushes in the bathroom and begins to get ready. No more than 7 minutes later he is walking out of the house, and to his car.

 

The man hits the unlock button and gets in his 2006 Toyota corolla.

He wanted to drive his mustang, but the weather report said a 40% chance of rain. He wasn’t exposing his 67 mustang to the polluted rain that falls in the San Fernando valley.

Traffic was rather light on the express way, he took the Burbank exit and headed to Brittney’s house. He pulls up in front of a small ranch house, the house sits in a row of identical houses. The only difference is that Brittney’s has two pink flamingoes standing nose to nose, as if the birds were kissing.

 

He walks up to the front door and rings the door bell. “I’m coming” says a disembodied voice from in the house. The door opens and in the doorway a beautiful 19 year old brunette with bright green eyes. “Well are you going to come in or not?” The man walks in to the young woman’s home. Brittney is just wearing a towel; it appears she had just got out of the shower. She looks up at the mans eyes, “You want me?” The man can only nod yes. She pushes the man down on the couch and opens the towel. The man looks up and down the young woman’s body, he is almost instantly aroused. She sits on the mans lap facing him and kisses him.

 

About an hour later he is back in his generic Toyota on his way to a half day at work.

He had been working half days on Saturday. He was lead project coordinator, certain sacrifices had to be made. He pulls up to a office towers underground lot. The gate swings up and he drives to a spot with in 15 steps of the elevator, one good point about working on the weekend. No swarms of people cramming to get close to the lift.

 

About a minute later he is on his floor, the 14 floor to be exact. He walks in to the desolate floor. It is nothing like the week days, he can hear a couple of key strokes from other weekend warriors. He walks up to his corner office door. He reads the plaque on the door. The sign reads Frank Downs, lead project coordinator. He unlocks the office and hangs his suit coat up on an antique coat rack. The office was tastefully decorated with lots of deep colored woods. It was rather out of place in the glass tower, but it fit him perfectly in his mind. He boots up his laptop and sits at his antique mahogany desk. He glances up at his display case, inside it sits a bat with the babe’s autograph. The windows XP image fades from the screen and the login screen appears. He puts in his password and the fast machine instantly logs him in. He is about to click his internet ex icon when his phone rings. Frank answers, “Hello?”, “YOU ASSHOLE, you knew damn well what was going to happen if I caught you cheating again”. “Elizabeth, I’m sorr” he is cut off. “Save it I am filing for divorce”. “I will be staying at my mothers for the time being, see you in court”.

 

Frank knows he should be upset, he loved Elizabeth but he had drifted away from her. It was probably for the best, he could not give her children. He had been infertile since the gulf war, a grenade had destroyed his reproductive organs. It still functioned and he had one testicle, but he just couldn’t get her pregnant. It had caused a rift in their relationship that continued to grow. She lost interest in sex completely, which had led him to Brittney. “Well this is a fine kettle of fish” he said to himself. “At least no more sneaking around.”

 

After about twenty minutes his phone rings again. “Hello?” “Hey Frankie boy!!” It was his direct superior Donald Norton, a small annoying man that constantly took credit for franks work. “Hey don, what going on?” Oh I just thought I would let you know I was stopping by with some clients. Frank thinks to himself, hmm don here on a weekend, is it a blue moon or something. Frank? You still there? Oh yeah I was lost in thought. Look I got some big news when I come up. For some reason franks spine tingles at his words, something’s not right.

 

A couple of minutes later he sees Don walk by with five asian business man in tow. He can here a lot of muffled talking in the conference room next to his. After acouple of minutes he hears some laughing and a toast. Frank couldn’t hear the exact words in the toast, but they were along the lines as cheers to our new, and it cut off. Just as quickly as the Asians arrived they left.

 

Don walks into franks office, frank looks up “Don?” Don looks at the 49 year old gentlemen. “I’m sorry frank, but you are fired”. The words hit Frank like a ton of bricks “WHAT??!!” “Yeah, this whole office is being down sized.” “Even you?” “No I am getting a promotion!” “You’re what?” “I am getting a promotion, I am sure you and beth will be fine.”

Something snaps in franks mind, a thin layer of control had finely broken. He slowly gets up from his desk. “Frank?” says the nervous little man. Frank walks to his display case and opens it. He reaches up and grabs the old bat. “FRANK!!!” Frank glances at the 4 foot 9 man. “You see this bat? DO YOU SEE IT!!!!!” “Yeah frank I do” says the little man; sweat begins falling down his forehead”. Don realizes what’s happening be fore its to late, the bat comes down on his forehead cracking his skull. Don screams for help, but due to the wood walls only faint noses can be heard. Frank brings the bat down onto the mans side, cracking his ribs and puncturing a lung. Frank starts attacking the forehead with the bat again. Eventually dons wails only sound like faint whispers. Frank drops the bat and looks down at the dying man, frank picks up dons limp body and throw’s the little man at the window. The window shatters and Dons body takes a slow graceful dive to the street below. The small man lands on a fire hydrant which breaks the little man in two. Frank walks back to his desk; his wife’s picture is staring at him. He picks it up and begins crying, IM SORRY, I AM SO SORRY! He turns around and leaps thru the open window.

A second later his phone rings again, after three rings the answering voicemail picks up. Frank, its me Beth, I overreacted, we can work this out. Give me a call when you get this.

 

The end

 

[Ryunday]

Good story I like the idea of it.

[Sinful]

Great story, blue! Overwhelming ending, yes.

 

Although you could've improved it by checking it a couple of times for grammar errors. There are several of those here and there.