Curas lit his first cigarette in two years, inhaling it deeply. He exhaled slowly and pulled his collar up, covering the orange jumpsuit he wore underneath the baggy jeans and old leather jacket. It was a miracle that he escaped that hell hole. An even bigger one that he was able to snatch an extra change of clothes and his very own wallet from the lockup. Ozzy’s plan worked like a charm. He was surprised how easily it worked, and now he was back on the outside. He escaped from prison almost 2 weeks ago. He walked from the prison itself to his now close destination.
It was cold out, even for January, and he was eager to get inside. Being 2 in the morning, no doubt, he was about to disturb her in her sleep, but he was prepared for it. He stopped outside of an apartment building just off of the main roads. It was a nicer looking building, he had to admit. She must be doing well for herself. He flicked his half smoked cigarette into the damp guiter, hearing it fizzle out behind him, and approached the side of the building. He felt his arm begin to glow, and new he was in the right spot. The 2nd floor if he was reading the glow right. the wall was brick, luckily enough, and he began to climb to the window, latched it open, and crawled in as quietly as possible. Shit. It was her room. He should have known. Arthana lay asleep in the bed on the other side of the room, her long white hair a tangle around her face. He approached her as silently as possible, not wanting to wake her up prematurely.
He approached the side of the bed, and quickly placed his hand over her mouth, not to suffocate, but to muffle any attempt at a scream. ” Arthana don’t scream. I’m not here to hurt you.”
She abruptly took the freshly washed plate out of the sink, and smashed it against the counter. The broken pieces fell around her, clattering to the floor. Her breathing was heavy, angry. Her hands trembled with rage. After two years, two fucking years, he shows up and pulls this crap.
"I’ve had to lie, and cheat, and steal for you," she snarled, reaching back into the sink to grab a second plate. "It’s my fucking money too!” The plate crashed against the cabinet.
"You know what?" she said, taking a breath. "Fuck you." She stepped around the broken plates, and returned to her room. Saying over her shoulder, "you can stay as long as you want, just don’t expect any warm hospitality from me."
"Oh so this is how it’s going to be! Just like old fucking times, right Arthana?” He spoke to himself, loud enough hopefully for her to hear, but he doubted it. “Excuse fucking me, for having to rot in a god damn jail cell, waiting for a chance moment, while you sit on enough money for you to piss on every day for the rest of your life, and still not have to worry about not having enough money to put food on your plate.”
He stood and went back into the bathroom to collect what clothing he managed to have, still talking. “Who the hell was I to think that the person I actually trusted enough to give half a billion dollars to hold on to, would actually be there when I came back. Excuse fuckin’ ME!”
He sat now dressed, leaned up against the wall just outside his door, breathing heavy, trying not to be too loud. What did he care. He had his money. He could do anything. Sure, he wanted the woman he had sacrificed so much for, in the passed with him, but he had made similar sacrifices before.
She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. God, it was almost three in the morning. Surprised that her neighbors haven’t called the police yet, she paced around the room angrily.
"Mother fucker,” she muttered under her breath, arms crossed. He could take all the money—she didn’t care. She had a job, a life. She was fine without him.
"Who the fuck am I kidding?" she laughed bitterly, picking up a cheap vase she bought at some flea market, and smashed it against the wall. Fuck her neighbors. "I hope they call the police, so they’ll catch your sorry ass,” she said to herself.
A bath. A hot bath was what she needed. Taking a deep breath and calming herself, she padded to the bathroom and started the water. Standing in front of the mirror, she undressed, staring at herself. Plain, plain, plain, she thought, shaking her head. The tub was filled, and she sank into the hot water, completely submerging herself.