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A Wedge Between Pt. 2

3 Jun

A Wedge Between Pt. I

detective

Amanda had gone to high school with Stodler. She lost her virginity to him. She has never gotten over him. Her sole obsessive purpose in life was to get him back. She enrolled in Brown just to be close to him. Stodler had no idea she was going to attend Brown. For Stodler, Amanda was just a high school fling; he had politely rejected Amanda’s attempts to take their relationship to the next level. Amanda was unrelenting.

When she found out about Isabel, she took the news so poorly that she had to go home for a week to recover. Amanda, though not to the extent of Isabel, was of means as well. She was used to always getting what she wanted. She was set on getting Stodler.

She hired two private investigators. One was to trail Isabel and the other was to delve into her life, past and present. The former was used for masochistic indulgence. She basked in the jealousy of seeing her beloved in intimate situations with another woman. The latter provided her with much needed intel that could destroy the relationship between her obsession and her newly found rival.  Each was worth every penny.

She put together a packet of lewd photos and reports of Isabel and Stodlers’ nightly activities and sent them off to Isabel’s father. Even though she clearly had enough dirt to bury the couple, she continued to dig. She let go the detective who was researching Isabel’s background but kept on with the detective who was trailing the couple and taking photos.

Her thirst for the painful pictures was insatiable. She knew she could call off her dog. She knew it was not only unnecessary at this point, but might actually be doing her harm. But like a true addict she woke up saying to herself, “Yesterday was the last day, today I stop”, only to find herself dialing the detective as if working on divine auto pilot.

As the couple grew closer and happier, Amanda grew angrier and more unwound. She was no longer attending classes. She spent her days poring over the detective’s bounty from the night before. Although she was self-aware enough to feel herself becoming unhinged, she felt powerless to stop it.

A Wedge Between Pt. 3

The Tree

9 Nov

tree

 

“If this tree could talk, it´d have a lot of tales to tell” Bill said as his drew the last drag of his cigarette and threw it on the ground.

“You better hope to hell this tree never gets to talking, Bill. A lot of people’s lives would be wrecked” Samuel said.

“Sure would” Bill agreed.

As the two men starting walking towards the barn with a stringer of freshly gutted trout, a strong smell of rain filled the air and gusts started blowing in.

“It´s gunna storm, Bill” Samuel said.

“Yup” Bill said.

Later that night as Bill tossed around in bed, his wife Janice sat by the window watching the lighting. The strikes were getting increasingly closer to the house and Janice became uncomfortable. She even thought of waking Bill but she thought better of it. It would be wiser to wake a hibernating bear in spring.

Her gaze was pulled to the tree where Bill and Samuel were cleaning their catch earlier that day. A flash of lightening momentarily blinded her but when her vision came to she saw a man hanging from the tree by a rope around his neck. She screamed.

“What the f…..” Bill started to say.

Janice cut in “There is a man hanging in the tree. He´s there, I see him”

Bill jumped to the window to take a look. “There ain´t nobody near that tree! You been drinking Pap´s moonshine?”

To her surprise, there was nothing there. “My eyes must be playing tricks on me” she said even though  she did not believe her own words.

“Yeah, get some sleep. There´s lots of work to do tomorrow” Bill said.

A few months went by and not a day passed that Janice did not think of the man she saw hanging from the tree. She would try to push the image out of her head but it would force its way back in. She found herself pulled to the tree numerous times per day. There were times when she would seem to wake up from a groggy day dream and there she was, under the tree. She would not even remember how she got there in the first place.

Her obsession with the tree grew to the point where she was not sleeping. She would sit in the wooden chair and stare at the tree all night long and go through the day exhausted and taking cat naps whenever she could. Bill noticed drastic changes in Janice and grew worried. He was not worried with her well being. He was worried she would start snooping around and start uncovering a dark past.

Janice slowly unraveled to the point that she was drinking heavily again. Bill saw this as an opportunity. He could use her drinking as a motive to get rid of her. Janice started taking to cutting her arms and that´s when Bill pounced. He had her committed. He exaggerated the situation and told the doctors that Janice was threatening to kill herself on a daily basis. That was enough to get her committed.

Due to bad behavior, Janice found herself mostly in solitary confinement at the hospital. She spent most of her days either staring out the window and mumbling incoherently about some tree or sleeping deeply under the influence of strong medicines.

Bill took a chainsaw to the tree. He started to feel guilty for having Janice locked up. He focused his guilt onto the tree and freed himself of both the guilt and the tree in one afternoon.

A few years went by and not once did Bill visit Janice. He got word that she passed away in the hospital. His girlfriend of a few months had moved in. She had tried to plant a rose garden on the spot where the tree had once casted it´s shadow. Nothing would ever take. It was as if it was a dead zone.