Time for Revenge

Hey everybody! Today's prompt was an interesting one. I had to write about time being stopped for 30 minutes and only one person can move around freely, but they don't know about it. I really liked this prompt and ended up writing a bit of a longer post today but I really think I did it justice so please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

“Michelle!”

I heard him scream my name. I already knew what was coming like I was psychic. Mr. Richardson walked over to my station in a huff. In his mind he owned the place in reality he was just the assistant manager. When Mrs. Price isn’t here on Sundays and Wednesdays, he likes to feel powerful by yelling at the employees usually me specifically. He thinks it will make me a better employee; someone that can take pissed off customers and maybe makes better business decisions. It doesn’t work.

“Michelle, did you sell that matching set of catesque necklace and earrings yesterday under sticker price?”

“Yes.” There was no denying it not like I cared, I knew what I did and I knew I was right in doing it. We needed to make room for more of our better inventory, that set was sitting here for months with out interest. I even asked Mrs. Price first and she said it was okay, but I couldn’t fight back or I wouldn’t have this ‘wonderful’ job as a jewelry saleswoman in the mall.

“I had someone who was going to buy it full price,” he lied through his teeth. Everyone knew if something had gone unsold for months he would ‘borrow it’ for his mistress. “Did you even consider asking me before that sale? Huh? I didn’t think so. You don’t think at all; you are just a nice pair of tits to bring customers in.” At this point I used to start crying but after weeks of this you get used to it. A smirk crossed his face as he turned to leave me there thinking my ego had been crushed for the day.

He didn’t get very far before a white flash engulfed everything. After my eyes adjusted from almost being blinded I found Mr. Richardson in the middle of trying to trip one of our back of house workers Mike. The strange thing was Mike was in mid fall with boxes going everywhere but was perfectly frozen where he was. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I slowly approached them wondering what the hell happened. Mr. Richardson still had his stupid smirk on his face as he was tripping Mike who had a face of shock and terror as he fell each box slid from his grasp. I couldn’t take this piece of scum anymore.

Everyone else was just the same as Mike and Mr. Richardson, petrified like statues stuck doing what they were doing during the flash but I wasn’t. I knew what I had to do and quickly, who knows how long what ever happened was going to last and I certainly didn’t want to get caught. I pick-pocketed Mr. Richardson’s phone and keys to the counter where kept our most expensive items. I grabbed what ever looked good and cost a fortune. That diamond embroidered sapphire along with it’s ruby twin and that 24 carat diamond ring his mistress eyes so greedily when she comes and sees him for lunch. Next I planted the ‘evidence’ in Mr. Richardson’s pockets filling each one with enough to incriminate him for a long time.

Finishing up with that I felt pity for Mike he always seems to have bad luck to cross Mr. Richardson at the wrong time. I grabbed the falling boxes out of the air and set them down a few paces away and tried to steady him as much as possible. Next I moved the sleaze ball toward the back door as if trying to make a get away. My plan was perfect, at least to me. Now all I had to do was wait for everything to return back to normal, which didn’t take long. I had barely gotten back to my seat when Mike make his slight trip and caught himself trying to grasp something that was no longer there. I called the mall security as he tried to figure out what happened to boxes he was carrying just a moment earlier.

“Hello, Security? Yes, I need assistance Mr. Richardson of the Price is Right Jewelry store is trying to get away with some of our merchandise!” I pretended to sound alarmed. Theater was always my favorite class in school. Now for the pièce de résistance, I unlocked Mr. Richardson’s phone and pulled up the email conversations he has with his mistress. Secret love affair is not so secret anymore. I hit forward and selected his wife’s contact information. I watched as every single record of what he does is sent to what will surely be his ex-wife.

Right on time Mr. Richardson starts to walk through the doorway to the main floor of the store his had clutching one of the necklaces I had planted. I cut him off to stall, “Mr. Richardson, you forgot your phone after you had finished berating me and thought you would want it back.” I acted as sweetly as possible distracting him with the very same tits he just thought I was the only good thing about me. “Mr. Richardson! What is that in your hand?” Before he could say a word security rushed in and grabbed him. My work here is done.

I watched as they pulled him away, kicking and screaming, “I don’t know where these came from. You have to believe me. I have been set up.”

Now I was the one with the smirk on my face.

More than a home

I love the woman who lives inside of me. Her name is Vanessa and she is so nice, cleaning and taking care of me. She planted the most beautiful flowers in the garden last week; they were white Oleander.  Last year my hot water heater broke, embarrassing for sure, but she replaced it and had a contractor fix all the damaged walls and floors. It was painful to say the least but it made me new again and she stayed with me the entire time. The garden of vegetables in the backyard flourished this spring, she cooked the most wonderful feast for her friends and family. From Carrots to Zucchini it had everything, she was so happy, the food was delicious they said. That is when she introduced Zach to everyone and me.

At first I was jealous. He would steal Vanessa from me from time to time. Going out to dinner, nights out on the town, Movies and sleeping at his place. I missed her so much; it was dark and lonely through my halls. I could no longer hear her laugh or watch her all asleep late on my couch. I would try my hardest to keep her here, locking the doors and letting the locks break, each time she would stay here I would put on my best show, being warm and cozy just how she likes it. It wasn’t enough, the dishes piled up, dust covered my nooks and crannies, and it was hard watching her slip away from me. You only notice something when it is gone.

Zach was a fine fellow. She met him at a bar one Friday night. He would make her laugh and smile, something I could never do. He had all these wonderful ideas she would say, romantic and kind always looking out for her best interests. He made her happy like a house couldn’t do.  I became depressed, filled with longing and regret, the plants and flower wilted and died. The warmth and love I felt faded as I slumbered waiting for her to return. Ever hoping for the good old days. That was until she came home one day crying, her eye was black and purple with bruises up and down her arms. It was Zach’s fault.

Vanessa stayed home more often after that, letting her heart and wounds heal. I let my magic spring forth through out the house. Doing the things that she forgets, like closing open windows or turning off the oven after she was done. I was happy again but she was never the same. Zach started coming over to ‘talk’ but he wasn’t the same. He would start peacefully enough always, ‘baby this’ and ‘baby that’. Never really caring about her, only the thought of her. When she wouldn’t give into his demands he would beat her saying to ‘teach her a lesson’. I grew angry, how could he treat my Vanessa like that? Like some plaything that he owned. She was the most beautiful and intelligent person I knew. So I planned and waited for the right moment to strike.

            Vanessa became wise enough not to let him in, but he would still come. Any hour of the day and commonly at night he would show up. Always stumbling and slurring his speech, yelling and calling her name like it would change her mind. It was a disgrace. I hated that man more than anything, to me he was evil incarnate. He stalked her like some piece of meat. Soon she couldn’t leave let alone sleep with him around. Finally one day he came sober. Tried to tell her he had changed, but I knew better. People don’t change; only an act to get what they want and he wanted my Vanessa. She let him in to talk one more time. That was all I needed.  When their talk turned sour he turned on her again, never learning his lesson. He stepped into position when he followed her into the kitchen. That is when I decided to act. The second floor above him creaked and buckled as the old piano came crashing through and killed him instantly. My Vanessa was safe once again.