a fistful of dynomite

This is for Koralin....

She should have known when she witnessed the adoring looks that lasted longer then a glance or the constant physical contact in forms of hugs, pats, and arms draped around each others shoulders. Feeling somewhat in competition for the affection of Justin, she would sit closely to him, their sides pressing into one another. Her head would rest on his shoulder, her golden pressed mane showering his shoulder. Her short thin arm intertwined through his lanky muscular one as she held it close to her breast never wanting to let go.

She should have known when JC accompanied them on their numerous outings. Repeatedly she questioned the reasoning of his constant presence coming to the conclusion that their camaraderie kept them within close range at all times. Justin could always cater to his load of girlfriend and best friend equally by cherishing her and recognizing him.

She should have known that when she and Justin were not preoccupied with each other, Justin and JC were in each others company. No matter how trivial or significant the occasion was they were together. Many times she admired the closeness they shared and how they never grew apart as their lives grew and changed. She wished she had been able to find such a person whom she could remove her inhibitions and be free.

She should have known when Justin coerced her to position herself on her hands and knees on the bed. She felt degraded as his greasy palms pressed against her hips and his fingertips dug into her skin. The slap of his pelvis hitting her ass sickened her as her sharp short breaths were silenced under his massive groans and grunts. Just before her protest to end the humiliation, that is when Justin said it, the word that stung her ears, built the red heat inside her,

“JC”

She should have known how hard it would be her to cope with of Justin’s infidelity. Many nights she cried herself to sleep as she became fully conscious of the huge loss and media frenzy the break up would generate. Her life in the eyes of the public would be destroyed once her named was torn from the firm attached position next to Justin’s. Every mentioning of the break up and the false reasons as to why they split, lead her detestation toward Justin and his disloyalty grow in an accelerated pace.

She should have known JC wouldn’t deny what she had suspected all along. He admitted fucking Justin for years, never feeling regret over his participation in the total destruction of what she believed to be a lifelong relationship. His half-smile as the words streamed from his mouth mocked her. She left ashamed, her face flushed with the revulsion of her naiveté and the guilt not shown by either JC or Justin at the victimization she suffered.

She should have known JC would beg for his life as the gun pointed to his forehead wrinkled with fear. Unabashedly the tears poured from his eyes as his sediments of forgiveness finally hit her ears, making her feel slight better yet knowing the current circumstance contributed to his now felt sorrow.

She should have known Justin would say anything to make her feel better, even apologizing for doing what he had done and going as far to say they could get back together and resume their relationship as if nothing ever demolished it. All of it was rubbish; his goal was to save JC from becoming a causality, product of a love stricken ex.

She pulled the trigger. The unstoppable bullet collapsing JC’s head as Justin screamed. His yell echoing throughout the expansive house, ringing longer then the shout of the bullet. Britney watched as Justin ran to the aid of his fallen lover, kneeling down to hold him in his arms. Britney knelt down next to him, grabbing his chin pulling it upward to her, his tearful eyes meeting her blazing eyes,

“Remember: I did this”

She left, her business being finished. She knew Justin would now feel the torment and distress she felt at the loss of their relationship. It was his turn to mourn.