The night sky was an eerie shade of deep blue as Jackson and Samantha made their way through the mountainside. Snow from an afternoon flurry swirled around the front of the car as the winds picked up, making it almost impossible to see more than a few feet in front of the car.1
The freezing temperature outside was mild compared to the chill that surrounded the car’s occupants. Samantha’s hands gripped the steering wheel as she slowed considerably, her mind telling her to keep her attention on the road, and to not snap the insult that she wanted to hurl at the man beside her.2
She gasped as the car started to slide to the left, and calmly recovered before they could end up in either a ditch, or over a rather steep side.3
“Slow down!’ Jackson hissed as his hand shot out to grasp the dashboard. 4
“Shut the hell up,” she replied as she flicked from low beams to high, then back again. Nothing was working against the view of snowflakes coming towards them.5
“You’re going to put us in the ditch.”6
“If you don’t shut the hell up, I will put us in the ditch.”7
“Let me drive.”8
She ignored him, and pulled her attention back to trying to get home safely. “We’re ten minutes from home,” she said. “I’m fine.”9
“Why are you being so unreasonable tonight?”10
“Shut up, Jackson.”11
He glared at her, then sat back in the seat and crossed his arms. “This isn’t going to work, Sam,” he said slowly. “You won’t listen to a word I say, and you don’t trust me to drive.”12
“Could we talk about this later?” she snapped. “I’m kind of busy.”13
“Sure,” he replied and waved a hand in the air. “Talk about it later. Always talk about it later. Well, how about if I don’t want there to be a later? Huh?!”14
Samantha was seriously considering driving off the road to get him to stop his complaining. She slowed slightly when she noticed oncoming lights, and tried not to tense as a large truck passed, sending both snow and slush to the windshield in a wave.15
Jackson didn’t seem to notice as he continued to complain. “You embarrassed me tonight, you know that? I work with those people, and after that scene you pulled, I’ll be lucky to show my face tomorrow morning.”16
“I pulled?” She frowned. “How is walking in on you fucking your boss considered me pulling a stunt?” 17
“We weren’t fucking,” he said angrily.18
“My mistake,” she said with a tight nod as the road ahead started to clear. “I guess I mistook you with your hands down her pants as she panted your name as fucking…Maybe I should have waited about ten minutes?”19
“You’re a bitch.”20
“And you’re a fucking prick.” She sped slightly when they reached the outskirts of the city. “When we get home, you can pack your things and get the hell out.”21
He stared. “It’s my house, remember? You can pack your things and get the hell out.”22
“It. Would. Be. My. Pleasure,” she said, emphasizing each word by making it its own sentence. She pulled over to the side of the road and looked at him. “But, you know what? This is my car, so you can get your ass out of it. Now.”23
He stared at her, then opened the door, got out and slammed it. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled as he kicked the door.24
Samantha pulled away from him, and watched in the rearview mirror as he pantomimed various crude gestures until she drove around a corner.25
Feeling suddenly charitable as she pulled in to the driveway, she got her cell phone out and called a taxi to the general spot where she had kicked her husband out, then got out of the car and went in to the house. 26
Packing up a few essentials, she paused long enough to log on to the internet, go to their joint banking account, and do an online transfer of the complete contents to her personal account. Satisfied with the amount, she grabbed a few things off the desk, making sure that she had her copies of all their important papers, including life insurances, and then picked up her suitcase and walked out the door. She paused, smiled slightly, and went to the phone. 27
Jackson was just getting out of the taxi as she finally exited the house, and he approached. She walked straight pass him, tossing the house keys in the air for him to catch, and then put her suitcases in the trunk while he stared.28
“It’s for the best,” he finally said.29
She looked at him and smiled sweetly. “Yes. You have your house.” Her smile grew. “I took a few of my things…like the power bill, water bill and cable. They were in my name.”30
He glared as she got in the car and drove away.31
“The bitch, oh the bitch, oh the bitch is back…” she sang in a whisper as the lights of the house suddenly went out in the rearview mirror.
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This was a good one. Funny! I like your humour.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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I'm just surfing the site and even though I see that this was written in 2007, I still read it and figured I'd leave my comment
In honesty, I liked this! The descriptions were done nicely and the dialogue was great as with the characterization. I felt as if I were watching the scene myself from a distance. The added touch of humor at the end was well done also and made me
with her little ending 'song'.
Great work here. I thoroughly enjoyed reading! Sometimes, three clappies aren't enough
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It was longm but I liked this anyway. It was realistic. Like Kyoku Luv, I first thought they really were brother and sister. Good job with this.
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woww woww
wow this was long i really enjoyed reading this i like stuff like this can you do more like this man ol man wow wow great job!
keep up the great work
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Ohh Barbara, this was VERY good.
At first, I truly thought that they were brother and sister, by the way that they were arguing and bickering with each other. But then I read the husband part I was like WTF no he didn't cheat on her.
I would've done the exact same thing as she did...I would've turned EVERYTHING off...seriously. I wish some man would cheat on my and THINK he'd get away with it without something happening....! I'd also leave him out in the snow.
w00t!!
Awesome story, loved it.
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I loved this story, it was hilarious, i wouldn't even had called the taxi to get him. What a typical guy. I loved this.
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Good!!!
Hey, this was a great story. The name of this story should be something obscene, but I know that's not allowed.
Probably "Jackson's Last Fuck."
I like how you can delve so deeply into your characters...and end the story without leaving questions.
I did see one typo. Hopefully you don't take it into offense that I found it:
Snow from and [an] afternoon flurry
I didn't see anything else that caught my critical eye. For the most part, I was a reader enjoying a most talented author. Good job with this.
ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT.
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Thank you for your comment.
Thanks for spotting that typo. I'm am always interested in any and all mistakes that may be found in my work. I miss a lot of them
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Oh wow, Ms Barbara you write a 'mean' story. Very realistic. I'd have left him too.
(Thank you)
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LOL I thought the same thing he did..It's fate! Lmao
I love this story whohoooo Go Barbara looking forward for more
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I was going to have them in an acident, and have her leave him in the snow, but... this way... it's much better, and way more justice
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Ah, you have a name for it...
The start if the last line, and you know just what it is...chuckles...
Good luck on taking this wherever it wants to go and it feels like it may well have a mind of its own...grins..
amicus...
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This came closerthanthis to being called "The Bitch is Back", but... I thought better of it.
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