by Woods, Karen
“Well, me and your dad thought the same thing but we didn’t want to say anything. You know how touchy Kevin can be. He just seems to have given up on life hasn’t he?” Sandra smiled. Her plan was working and her other half was heading for rock bottom at record speed. Just a few more things were left to do and her job would be complete.
Sandra stood behind the two younger bridesmaids as they walked down the aisle at St Edmund’s on Monsall. The organ played and all eyes turned to watch the bride make her big entrance. Graham stood at his daughter’s side and escorted her to join her new husband. He looked proud to be there.
Maxine and Tina were stood near the front of the church and they could be seen whispering and laughing as Tracy walked towards them. Mark now turned his head as she neared. His eyes looked filled with love as his bride got nearer. The small scar on Tracy’s face was still visible. No amount of make-up would ever cover the letters that had previously sat on her cheekbone.
Kevin looked anxious. Tracy noticed him as she walked past him and smiled at him as he dropped his head. Kevin had enjoyed his time with her and in a way he was relieved their affair was now over. He’d told her straight that he would never be a father to the unborn child and as far he was concerned Mark would always be its dad.
The ceremony went on forever. Everyone looked hot as the temperature rose in the church. Little children could be heard crying now and when the couple finally said “I do” it was a relief to everyone present. Tracy kissed her new husband and they left the church arm in arm. The photographer now stood outside organising all the pictures. Sandra grabbed Kevin’s arm and told him she needed him to stand with her sister and her new husband for a photograph. He tried to get out of it but Sandra insisted, calling him a miserable fucker. Once the photographs were taken they all headed to the reception at Corpus Christie’s. It was a large function room that sat on a road on the outskirts of Miles Platting.
Maxine and Tina were now at Sandra’s side and everything was going to plan. Sandra had the video camera and she made sure the reception had everything she needed to uncover her husband’s little secret. Tina was nervous. It was her job to load the video when Sandra was doing her speech.
The wedding meal went well and all the speeches had been done except Sandra’s. As she stood to say a few words the guest clapped and cheered. A white screen was now placed at the front of them for everyone to see. Tracy was smiling and wondered if her sister was going to play some old footage of them together when they were children. Sandra began. Her voice was shaky and she scanned the room to make sure Kevin could see the screen too.
“Well thanks to everyone who came today. Everyone looks lovely.” Her eyes looked over to Maxine who looked anxious. “I’m so happy for my sister Tracy and I know she will love Mark just as much as she has loved my husband.” A few giggles now could be heard from nearby tables as she continued. “Tracy has always been jealous of me and even as a kid she always wanted what I had.” Anita could now be heard telling Sandra to stop being nasty. Sandra’s face looked like it was on fire as she made sure she had everyone’s full attention. She’d waited a long time for this moment and she spoke every word carefully. “Well Mark I hope you know what you have taken on with my sister and here are some video clips of what you can expect in the future.” Sandra could see Kevin moving closer to the screen. Sandra nodded her head to Tina and she quickly pressed the play button.
The room was filled with silence and you could have heard a pin drop. The images of Kevin and Tracy now came onto the screen. You could hear people sighing in the room. Anita was up at the screen looking at it in more detail. She turned her head to Tracy in disgust. There it was for the world to see. Sandra’s husband and her sister at it like two rabbits. You could hear all the conversation between them and everyone hushed as they heard Tracy saying she’d had an abortion to Kevin in the past. Tracy was screaming for it to be turned off. She ran towards the screen and tried to cover her sins. Sandra stood in front of her. Her face was stern and she looked ready for war. Tracy was screaming at the top of her voice but no one was listening, they wanted to watch the rest of the footage. Once it was over Sandra grabbed her sister by the scruff of her neck. She located where Kevin was stood and spoke so everyone could hear her.
“This little slut deserves everything she gets. The baby she is carrying is Kevin’s. So don’t let her fool you anymore!” Sandra now spoke directly to Mark. “She never loved you and just wanted you for your money. I hope you can see her now for what she really is.” Mark was on his feet pulling at his clothes. His best man was at his side and he was trying to calm him down. Sandra threw Tracy to the side of the room and she headed to her husband who was stood not far from her. You could see Kevin was scared and he held his hands up over his face as she launched her fist into his body.
“Sandra please, it’s not what it seems,” he pleaded, “she was the one who wanted me all the time. I told her I loved you but she wouldn’t leave me alone!” Everyone watched as Sandra spit into his face and made to leave followed by her two sons.
John ran back before he left and punched his father right in his eye. “You dirty pervert” he shouted in his face.
Maxine and Tina held Sandra up. She was shaking from head to toe. Paul, her other son, rested his head on her shoulder. He was devastated and hated what his father had done. Screams from behind them could be heard and as they looked back Tracy was running towards them. Maxine now stood in front of Sandra. She’d been through enough and she couldn’t see her go through any more pain. Tracy was at her side now screaming.
“You just couldn’t see me being happy could you? Why wait until now. Why didn’t you just say you knew?”
Maxine grabbed Tracy’s face in her hand. She scowled at her as Sandra took over. “Let the tart go Maxine. I can deal with her.” Tracy was livid but the woman she saw in front of her now looked strong and full of strength unlike the sister she’d known in the past.
“You are nothing but a slut. Why should I let you have happiness when you’ve destroyed everything I had? I hate you and hope you never have any luck. In fact as far as I’m concerned you’re dead to me. Do you hear me, dead!”
Tracy fell to the floor as Anita tried to help her up. Her mother now looked at Sandra. “Are you happy now? Look at the state of her.”
Sandra looked her mother in the eyes and meant every word she said. “She’s a slag mother; do you think it’s right that she’s been shagging my husband for years?”
Anita shook her head and puffed. “I don’t think its right but to do this on her wedding day. I’ll never forgive you.”
“Fuck you mother!” Sandra ranted as she left the building. Graham stood watching Anita and shot her a look as he shook his head.
Kevin sneaked away through a side-door. Mark wanted his head on a plate but Kevin was in no condition to fight him. Once he’d got out of the area he fell onto a nearby bench. His world had collapsed around him and he wished he was dead.
Sandra headed home. Months of planning had now got to her. Her son Paul was constantly at her side comforting her. John had fucked off, he couldn’t cope with the pressure and left his mother to fend for herself. Sandra’s phone was constantly ringing. Kevin’s name was flashing on the small screen. “Get to fuck” Sandra ranted at it every time it rang. Maxine and Tina were like her lieutenants. They kept asking if she needed anything and answered the landline constantly.
Everyone was still in shock at the day events and it wasn’t long before they were all getting pissed as farts. Tina didn’t feel comfortable at Sandra’s house and told her that she and Paul should come and stay at hers until things had quietened down. It was settled. They all went to Tina’s house and continued to get pissed there.
Kevin watched them all leave his home. He’d wanted to shout Sandra and ask if he could speak to her alone but she looked so angry and he knew he would have to wait a few days before he approached her. Watching them go out of sight he dug his hand into his trouser
pockets and searched for his front door key.
Loneliness filled the air. Kevin sat down in the front room as his world fell apart right in front of his eyes. He was a broken man. The ticking clock on the wall seemed to be calling him names and each stroke made him cringe inside. Kevin headed upstairs. His energy was low and he struggled to climb the stairs that faced him. His phone was ringing and Tracy was trying to get through to him. He launched the phone onto the floor.
Lying on the bed he tried to keep sane. How could he ever win his wife back now? Reaching in Sandra’s bedside drawer he searched from some writing paper. Perhaps he could write her a letter. He was searching for a few minutes. No luck. All he found was some old make-up and a book his wife had been reading. Holding his hands on the side of the bed he dipped his head under the bed searching for a pen and some paper. His body froze as he saw a small book sticking out from the slats underneath the bed. Throwing his body to the ground he crawled underneath it like a sniper. His hands now pushed the mattress up and he gripped the small pink book. Struggling to get out from under the bed he gripped it tightly in his hands.
Kevin started to read the first page of the diary and flung himself on the bed. These were his wife’s thoughts and hopefully he could find something inside it that told him she still loved him. As he turned each page he was gobsmacked. He was now sat up on the bed and couldn’t read her thoughts quick enough. “Cheeky bitch!” he screamed as the words jumped out from the page. He was now pacing the bedroom with one hand still holding the book. His fingers kept dragging at his hair and when he read how cunning his wife had really been, he spat at the white pages in front of him. “So it’s you, who’s been trying to have me over? All this fucking time it’s been you. You conniving bitch!.”
As he finished the last page he was furious. It was his wife who’d nicked the weed and even his weight gain was the result of his wife’s sick mind. “Oh you’re so gonna pay Sandra. You just watch you fucking mental case!” Kevin rolled back under the bed and placed the diary back in its normal place. He sat in deep thought as the midnight hour set in. Tomorrow was a new day and his wife would see just what her husband was capable of.
This was war.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sandra hadn’t slept a wink all night. Her eyes looked like piss holes in the snow. She’d had so much to deal with today and no matter how long she stayed at Tina’s, her problems would still be there when she got home.
Sandra had slept on the sofa and her son Paul had slept on the floor next to her. Checking her phone she could see twenty six calls from her husband. There were also six missed calls from her mother. Sandra felt a bit bad at the way she’d uncovered her sister’s secret but she stood by her word and promised herself she would never talk to her again. The phone started to ring. Kevin’s name was flashing. Frozen for a second she answered the call.
“What do you want wanker?”
Sandra could be seen listening to him as he spoke. She was screwing her face up and clenching her fist as he tried to get her to meet him. Once he told her he was sat in their family home she was like shit off a shovel and headed home with haste. Before she left she shouted to Tina where she was going. She tried to stop her but Sandra was fuming and wouldn’t listen to anyone. “That bastard is sat in my house thinking he can just go on as normal. Well I’ve got news for him he’s getting flung out as soon as I get home.” Tina told her to be careful and kissed her on the cheek as she left.
As if a hurricane was dragging her along, Sandra reached her front door in record time. As she entered the house she ran into the front room looking for her cheating husband. Her voice was loud as she shouted his name. “Kevin, get the fuck out of this house now. If you don’t I’m gonna phone the police.” Still there was no reply. Running up the stairs she swung the bedroom door open. She could see him spread out on the bed wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. One hand resting on the doorframe she struggled to regain her breath. “What the fuck are you doing here? I want you out now!” She screamed at him. “Out!”
Kevin looked calm and smiled. “Oh what are you getting all stressed about? Come and talk to me first then I’ll go.” Was he lying? Sandra thought as she stayed at the door. She approached him with caution. Sitting on the edge of the bed she watched as he patted his large stomach. “Fucking nothing but a fat cunt me, now aren’t I?” His hand made a slapping noise against his bare skin. She didn’t answer him. As she sat staring at the four walls she could feel his eyes burning into the back of her head. Turning quickly she urged him to leave again. “What are you waiting for? Just go will you?”
“Do you know what,” he chuckled, “I didn’t think you had it in you girl, but hats off to you, you had me big-time Sandra!” She looked at him with concern on her face. What the fuck was he going on about had he lost the plot or something? Pulling his cock from his boxers he waved it about on the bed. “If you suck me off then I’ll leave.” Sandra turned and spat into his face. He jerked forward and grabbed at her hair dragging her face down to the bed. “Old Kevin’s, back again now love. So don’t ever think you can take the piss out of me!” Sandra tried to fight back but he was too strong. He twisted her up on the bed and sat on top of her as she screamed out loud. Kevin pinned her down. “Shut the fuck up and suck my cock.” He now held his knob in his hands and tried to push it into her mouth. Knowing she was fighting a losing battle she tried to get him to calm down.
“Right get off me then and I’ll suck it.”
He looked at her and wondered what she was planning. Speaking in a calm voice she told him she would suck him off as long as he promised to leave straight after it. Kevin agreed and lay back on the bed. Kicking his boxer shorts off his erect penis stood in front of her. The look on Sandra’s face was one of disgust. Her eyes now cast over to the bedside cabinet at the side of her. Her nail glue was sat facing her. As she placed his knob in her mouth for the first time she reached over for the small bottle and held it in her grip. She needed it to be out of sight. Telling Kevin she was cold he lifted his arse from the blanket and she slid underneath it. She was now out of sight. Her hands trembled as she carefully unscrewed the lid from the resin glue. All the time she was stroking and caressing his body. Sticking her tongue down his jap’s eye she saw her chance. Slowly she sneaked the tip of the glue to the opening of his penis. Kevin was moaning with pleasure. The moment was right and she squeezed the glue all over his cock. She held her fingers tightly across the slit in his nob until she heard him scream in pain. Throwing the blankets from her body she stood watching him trying to unfold his penis. He was screaming at the top of his voice.
“You mental cunt! Are you right in the head woman?” Reaching for the phone he dialled the emergency services. When the voice at the end of the phone asked him which service he required he told them ambulance and police. Throwing the phone to the ground he lay on the bed in pain. Sandra knew she would be in trouble but she didn’t give a fuck as this moment it was more than worth it. Kevin was screaming out in pain.
The police let themselves into the house as the front door wasn’t locked. As Kevin heard them he shouted in a distressed voice that he was upstairs. Sandra sat looking out of the window and didn’t seem to care that she was in deep trouble. As soon as Kevin saw the police at the bedroom door he pulled his boxers down and showed them his throbbing cock. Sandra was sure she saw the officer smiling as he glimpsed Kevin’s red raw throbbing penis for the first time. Kevin now reached frantically under his pillow. He passed the officers the diary belonging to Sandra. He’d previously pulled the pages out about the grow and what she’d done. He wasn’t that daft and didn’t want to end up getting in trouble himself.
“She’s a fucking crank officer. She needs locking up and her daft mates as well. Just read that diary and you’ll see she’s a fucking lunatic.” Sandra saw the evidence in the police woman’s hand and knew she was in deep shit. She didn’t deny pouring the glue down her husband’s japseye and was read her rights before th
ey took her away in the police van. As they led her off, Kevin was shouting at full pelt. “You should be sectioned you crank, you’re not right in the fucking head woman.” The policewoman told him to keep his voice down as she could see the woman was upset. She presumed he deserved everything he got because his attitude towards women was atrocious. Kevin was now led to the ambulance in severe pain. He struggled to walk and looked like he’d shit himself.
Sandra had a smirk across her face as she watched her husband being led to the ambulance. “Tosser” she whispered. All the neighbours were out in full force and when they spotted Sandra in the back of the police car they were banging on the window to her asking if she was alright. Sandra didn’t answer them she just smiled and turned away from their view. They were nothing but nosey fuckers anyway and she didn’t want to fill their mouths with more gossip. They would find out soon enough anyway. Sandra was just glad her own two sons weren’t there because John would have caused World War Three with the police who’d attended.
The sound of the ambulance leaving the street could be heard. Sandra turned her head towards it and listened as sirens screamed out. Quickly sneaking her mobile phone from her pocket she texted Tina.
Police know it’s you and Maxine who attacked our Tracy. Sort ya shit out quick.
As soon as the message was sent she deleted it and shoved the phone back in her pocket. As she looked into the front seats she could see the female officer reading her diary. She could see her grinning and spoke to her with a cocky tone. “It’s everything he deserved the wanker. I’m not sorry one little bit, he’s treated me like a sack of shit for years so what does he expect?” The officer calmed her down and told her she should wait until her interview before she started speaking. Sandra sat back in her seat. She was frustrated. Head resting on the window she looked at all the other cars in the traffic. She felt like a goldfish in a bowl. Everyone was looking at her and at one point she stuck her middle finger up at a woman who was looking at her longer than she needed to.
