Targeted Age Group: 18 and Up
Genre: Short Stories
The Book Excerpt:
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS (OR NOT?)
“Some things are true whether we believe them or not.” City of Angels
She didn’t know the he was following her. Her best friends told her that he had stalker tendencies but she never believed them, she thought he was just being overly friendly, not creepy and weird. He had a wife, 2 children, a dog and a picket fence for God’s sake! Why would he risk all of that for me, she reasoned.
Yet the night she came to her door and he was standing there dripping wet, begging her to unlock the screen door she still thought it was just a mistake.
She unlocked the door and let him in. Went to the guest bathroom to get him a towel and brought it to him while he stood in the vestibule.
He dried off slowly and she saw that he was bleeding from his side.
I asked what happened to him and he said his wife flew into a rage and stabbed him. Upon closer investigation I could see scratches on his face and arms.
I told him to come into the kitchen and helped him sit down at the table. I asked him if he wanted me to call the cops and he said no. I asked why and he said, there’s nothing to tell them, I can handle my wife. Ok. So I sat across from him and asked him to tell me what happened.
I told her I’m in love with you. He said flatly. I nodded and told him to continue. He said he’d known for a while that he was in love with me but he couldn’t figure out how I felt about him. I nodded again but refused to speak this time. He continued that he’d been thinking for months that he would just tell her and she would kick him out or take the kids and leave, so he finally got the courage to tell her tonight that it was over.
He said she walked calmly into the kitchen, came back into the living room, handed him a beer then stabbed him in the side. She then laid the knife down on the coffee table and went upstairs to bed. He said he didn’t even scream, he just put on a jacket and walked out into the rain.
He said once he started walking he found himself a short time later at my door.
I put my head into my hands and rubbed my temples. He reached out to touch my hand and I jerked back. I asked him what in the world made him think to come to me instead of calling the police and an ambulance for his injury? He said he just wanted to see my face before all the chaos began. I told him the chaos had already kicked off and somehow I am involved in something that I knew nothing about.
He explained that he figured that I didn’t care about him, but that he had to let me know how he felt before his wife went to jail and he either died or recuperated in the hospital from his injury.
He allowed me to take him to the hospital. I sat alone for a while in the waiting room then went to the pay phone to call my best friend.
She came to the hospital within 20 minutes and I gave her the full scoop. She gave me the sitting side hug that only a best friend can give and told me to call the cops immediately. I then started to panic. I told her that he asked me not to call anyone and he would handle it. She said I was aiding and abetting a criminal and it had to stop.
I called the police and they came and questioned me. Then they questioned him back in the ER. By the time he got patched up he was in handcuffs. Another squad car had gone to his house and found his wife dead, the kids next door at their neighbor’s house and a note from the wife saying he had tried to murder her so she stabbed him. I guess she had enough strength to write the note. I don’t know.
My best friend sits with me now and wipes my tears as they silently fall. It’s a month later, he’s in jail for murder and I’m wondering why did this man kill to be with me?
I remember the day I met him. We were at a conference for Habitat for Humanity and he approached me out of the blue. He said jokingly that I was the type of girl a man would kill for.
Some things are true whether we believe them or not.