GIVE TIT FOR TAT
By
Patrick Royal
Give tit for tat is a game
of getting even,
Soon your enemy will be
seeing and believing.
When they decide not to treat
you right,
Then there is nothing to
expect but a fight.
For them to mess with you comes
a price,
A punishment coming that
won’t be nice.
They better think before
they attack,
From then on they better
watch their back.
__Patrick Royal
CHAPTER ONE
Rachael
Drury sat in college, finishing her assignment. She looked it over once more as
she waited for the bell to ring. Rachael stood up and walked to Professor
Jenkins’s desk and handed him her assignment. She turned around to go back to
her seat.
“Miss
Drury,” Professor Jenkins said.
Rachael
about faced. “Yes, Professor.” His eyes wondered all over her body.
“I…need
to speak to you after class,” he said.
“Okay,”
Rachael said and took her seat.
The
bell rang. The students, stood, grabbed their books and bags, and left the
classroom.
Rachael
stood and approached Professor Jenkins. She held her book bag over her right shoulder
and her purse over the other.
Professor
Jenkins stood and walked around the desk and sat on the corner. He reached out with
trembling hands and took her hands in his. She never once pulled away. He gazed
at her with lust filled eyes.
“You
needed to talk to me?” Rachael asked and pushed her hair over her ear.
“Yes,
I wanted to know if you would go to dinner with me.”
“Aren’t
you married?”
“Yes,
but this would just be our little secrete,” Professor Jenkins said.
“I…don’t
know,” Rachael said.
“Come
on; have you ever had an affair with an older man?”
“No,
but I do prefer older men. Boys are exactly that, boys,” Rachael said and gazed
at his well-groomed beard.
“All
right then. I’ll pick you up Wednesday afternoon,” Professor Jenkins said and leaned
into her and sniffed her neck. “Oh you smell nice.”
“What
about your wife?” Rachael asked and smiled.
“You
leave her to me,” Professor Jenkins said.
CHAPTER TWO
The
November snow fell hard and interacted with the night’s darkness. Rachael
studied the road through the windshield and the huge snowflakes. She maneuvered
her vehicle through the curves and the rear end fishtailed.
A
cell phone rang from inside Rachael’s purse, breaking her concentration from
the road. Rachael grabbed her purse and scrambled through the contents. Finding
it, she flipped it open. “Hello?” Rachael said breathy. No one spoke on the other
end. “Hello?” She closed it.
The
cell rang. She flipped it open. “Hello, hello?” She didn’t hear anyone. “That’s
odd.” It rang. “Damn it!” She flipped it open. “Hello,” she screamed. “If
you’re on this phone you better answer me.” She breathed harder, and her heart
beat faster.
“Or
what?” a voice said disguised.
“Who
is this?” Rachael asked.
“Who
is this?” the voice said, mocking her.
OK,
funny, funny. Joke’s over. Rachael said. Who is this? What do you want?”
“Want?
Want? To kill you,” the voice said calmly.
Rachael’s
pulse quickened. “Who is this? And where are you?” she asked and searched
behind her through her rearview mirror.
“You’ll
find out soon enough who I am, but for where I am? I’m behind you,” the voice
on the phone said.
Headlights
exploded beams of brightness through Rachael’s back window and rearview mirror,
blinding her. She swerved and slid from one lane to the other, side-to-side. “Why
are you doing this?” she shouted into the cell phone. The brightness sliced
through the night, and a horn blared behind her, growing closer and closer.
“Why
are you doing this?” the voice on the cell mocked her. “You’re pathetic.” The
vehicle sped up behind Rachael and backed off.
Rachael
blurted in a cry. Her rearview mirror reflected the blaring brightness from
behind her. A ram to her bumper sent her vehicle across the yellow line of the
road. She fought the steering wheel and regained control.
“Did
you like that?” the voice on the cell asked.
“Why—”
Another ram came to her bumper. Her car went into a tail spin, and Rachael lost
control. She flew off the road, slid down a hill, and smashed into a tree.
****
Sounds
of water dripping and splattering echoed through a dark open area.
Florescent lights hung high in the ceiling, giving off a dim glow. Freezing
temperatures occupied the space. A foul smell of something dead hung heavily in
the air.
Rachael’s
head pounded with pain; it traveled down her neck and into her shoulder blades,
taking her breath away. Oh—my head. Where
am I? She sat in a dim lit area tied to a chair. It’s so cold. “Hello. Is anyone there?” Rachael shouted out. Her
breath hung in the brisk air. Her voice echoed back.
A
cell phone rang, and the facing lit up on the floor by Rachael’s feet. “Hey,
you hear that? People are looking for me,” she screamed out like if someone was
around to listen. Her voice echoed.
Cold
air blew inward from an open door somewhere in the distances and Rachael shivered.
Oh, I’m so cold. Burr… A rope wrapped
tightly around her; constricted her arms to her waist and the back of the chair.
“Anyone there?” Rachael shouted.
In
the distance obscured in the dark, was a TV on a tall metal push cart. It stood
up against a wall in front of Rachel and plugged into an extension cord that
spanned across the floor. The set hadn’t been there long because dust hadn’t
settled on it.
Rachael
moved her neck side-to-side and stretched the soreness that had settled in from
the accident. She ached all over. Something moved in the darkness. Ah. What’s that? She squirmed in her
restraints.
