Caught III

Continued from parts 1, and 2.

He was done.  Done with Sarah, and done with Natalie.  He just wanted to go out, have a few drinks, and meet someone new.  He decided he would call up John, and go hit a few bars.

He dialed John’s number, and it went right to voicemail.  He left a message for John that he just needed to get out that night, and for him to call him back.  He decided to jump in the shower and get ready for a good night out.

When he got out of the shower, there was a missed call from a private number, and a waiting voicemail.  He touched the voicemail on his screen and waited for it to dial his inbox.  He entered his code and listened to the message.

“Yeah, we can totally go hang out.  I’m not at home right now, and my phone’s dead, but I’ll swing by around 8.  We can get some chow and go hit up Ceol to start,” the message from John said.

In the background, he thought he heard a muffled woman’s voice.

“Hope I didn’t interrupt,” he thought to himself.

Shortly after that, he received a text from Sarah.  He ignored it, and continued getting ready.  As he was shaving, his phone started vibrating with a phone call.  It was Sarah.  He rejected it, and continued getting ready.  After he brushed his teeth, he checked his phone again.  He had 30 texts from Sarah.

“Psycho,” he said out loud.

At about 7:45, he heard a knock at his door.  He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, and went to head out the door to grab a few drinks with his friend.  He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a very agitated Sarah.

Her face had lines of mascara and dried tears down her cheeks.  She pushed him in the door, slammed it behind her, and started crying again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with anger.

Sarah shouted through sobs in reply.  “It’s Natalie!”

“What about Natalie?” Ryan asked her.

“Oh God, it’s horrible!  Something has happened to her!  I went to talk to her, to tell her that if you had slept with me while dating her, that we should both probably move on.  When I got to her place, the door was forced open.  Things were tossed all over the place, like there was a fight.  I can’t get a hold of her.  She’s not answering.  I’m really scared!”

“Well why didn’t you call the cops?”

“I did!  They asked why I was there, so I told them.  Now they think I’m a suspect!”

There was a knock at the door.  Ryan opened it, to see John.

“You ready?” he asked Ryan.

John saw the look on Ryan’s face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Then he saw Sarah.

“What are you doing here?” John asked Sarah.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Sarah replied.

“You better come inside,” Ryan told John, grimly.

John stepped inside the door, looking suspiciously at Sarah.  Sarah looked back at John with equal suspicion.  The three of them stood in silence, eyeing each other for a moment, before Ryan spoke.

“John, you might want to have a seat,” Ryan said.

John walked over to the couch and sat down.  Sarah moved to sit in the chair on the other side of the room away from him.  She put her face into her hands and continued sobbing.

“What the hell is going on?” John asked.

“It’s Natalie.  Something has happened to her,” Ryan told his friend.

“What kind of something?  What do you mean?  What the hell, man?” John asked as he began to choke up.

“Sarah went by her place, because Natalie told her we had been together,” he started.

He looked at Sarah, “She lied,”

And looked back toward John to continue, “And when she got there, the door was forced open, her things had been tossed around, and she was missing.  Sarah says she isn’t answering her phone,” he said.

Sarah started sobbing even louder.

John stood up and lunged toward Sarah, “What did you to her?!?  I know it was you!” he shouted.

Ryan grabbed John before he could reach Sarah.

Sarah jumped up and shouted, “What?  She was my friend!  Why would I hurt her?  You’re the one who just dumped her after a long relationship!  I bet you did it!”

Ryan threw John back into his seat on the couch.  Suddenly, he thought about his friend’s violent outbursts, the call from the private number, and the muffled sounds of a woman’s voice.

“Where exactly were you today, John?” Ryan looked at his friend, accusingly.

“Dude, I was at Shannon’s,” John told him.

“Shannon?  The bartender at Ceol?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah man, that’s why I wanted to go there tonight.  We’re kind of together now,” John said.

“Nice,” Ryan told his friend.

“She is cute,” Sarah added, her sobs stopping for a moment.

John turned his attention back toward Sarah.

“Why did you do it, Sarah?  Is it because you couldn’t have her?” John asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sarah asked in reply.

“Natalie told me that at that Halloween party a few years ago.  After I passed out, you handcuffed me and tried to force yourself on her,” he told her.

“Oh my God,” Sarah began, “You handcuffed yourself, idiot!  I guess you wouldn’t remember though, you were so drunk.  Remember?  Her and I were sexy prisoners and you were trying to play cop.  You handcuffed yourself to the table and were trying to get us into a threesome!  Natalie was pressuring me!”

An image of Sarah and Natalie in sexy prisoner costumes flashed into John’s mind.  Suddenly he remembered that he had indeed handcuffed himself that night.

“Wait?  Sexy prisoner?” Ryan asked.  “Orange prison clothes?”

“Yeah, strategically tight and low-cut,” Sarah smiled, “I still have it if-”

Ryan cut her off, “That lying bitch!”

He looked at Sarah.  “Be honest with me, do you have a criminal record?”

“Hahaha!  No way, I’m a goody-two-shoes!”

There was another knock on the door.

Ryan opened it, to find Natalie, holding a gun.

“I couldn’t catch any of you individually, but it was so easy to catch you all together,” she said as she walked into the door.

She took aim at John first, and pulled the trigger.  There was a click, but no shot.

Police later determined a bullet from her target practice earlier in the day got caught in the chamber, jammed her gun, and saved their lives.

Luckily, the shot from Sarah’s Kimber fired perfectly, and caught Natalie in the throat.







Author: Josh Wrenn

Cancer survivor, wanna-be artist, musician, author, and all around good guy.

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