Tainted by Crazy - Abby McCarthy Page 0,1
it was safe. Leaving my bag out was second nature, still despite never having had an issue, something told me to open my bag. I unzipped the large black bag. The noise of the zipper echoed making me feel like it was the middle of the night and I was all alone even though it was the middle of the afternoon. I grabbed a bat, the one that never let me down when our team was in desperate need of a hit, then tried the knob. It was locked. Even stranger. Bradley never locked the door after himself once he was inside.
I crept around the back of the house, deciding that slipping in through the sliding glass doors would be quieter. I was not sure what was driving me to do this. I could have unlocked the front door but my gut said no, and my gut was rarely wrong.
I slid into the house. My dining room was empty; the stack of mail sat in the middle exactly where I left it. My coffee cup from this morning sat on the kitchen counter. The living room was still. That all seemed normal, but what did not seem normal was the soft music coming from down the hall.
My feet moved on their own accord towards the soft hum of music that was summoning me. I gripped the baseball bat firmly in my hand. I wasn’t sure what I would find, but I knew I should have it ready. I grabbed the doorknob to my bedroom door and slowly turned it. What I would see when I opened the door would forever change my life.
There, in the middle of my room, smack in the middle of my bed was Bradley. He was naked and had my good friend, Annette Goldstein, perched on all fours. His hand reached up to whack her behind. She groaned out and he lifted his hand again. Only this time, he turned his head and saw me standing in the doorway. The color drained from his face and that was when I heard Annette moan, “Harder baby, faster. Bet she doesn’t fuck you like this, does she? Give it to me hard.”
Bradley grabbed her hips, stilling her. Panic flashed across his face followed by guilt. Annette looked back at him to see why the sudden change in movement. That was when I lost it.
“You two timing, no good, tiny, good for nothing son of a…!”
My rage stopped me from continuing. I took the bat and hit the mirror over the dresser. I struck it hard enough to crack it. There were small fissures spread across it, but it wasn’t completely shattered. In the cracked shards, dozens of Bradley’s behind mirrored back at me as he pulled free from Annette and scurried to throw on a pair of boxers. Annette hopped off of the bed; her large plastic breasts looked heavy and stretched out.
“Maple, it’s not what you think,” she lied in self-preservation.
“Oh, it’s exactly like I think. Now, you have two seconds to get some clothes on, or I’m kicking your scrawny naked butt,” I yelled.
“Bradley, are you going to let her talk to me like that?” Annette whined, still standing there naked.
I was fuming.
He looked at me as if to say something, something I didn't want to hear. I lifted the bat in my hands. All I wanted to do was to hit his cheating behind with it. I’d been through this before and Bradley knew this. He knew it. He swore to me he wouldn't be the same, and yet here we were.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. I’m going to kick your two timing butt, Bradley.” I aimed the bat toward him. He jumped around to the other side of the bed.
“Calm down, Maple. It was a mistake,” he pleaded.
“A mistake!” a half-dressed Annette shrieked. “You said you loved me. He’s going to ask you to move out soon, you know?” she continued on.
I’d enough. I stopped my bat chase with Bradley. “I told you to get dressed,” I screamed at Annette, cocked my fist back and punched her in the nose. Not my finest hour, but come on. These people were supposed to love me.
“My nose, you crazy bitch! I think you broke my nose. I’m calling the cops.” She grabbed her purse off the floor cradling her face with her other hand.
“Maple, just calm down. It didn't mean anything,” Bradley begged.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” I barely heard the