When you realise that you’re really over your boyfriend
‘Everyone met Holly? Babe, you know everyone, right?’
Such an arse, I thought. Tony, my dickhead, soon to be ex-boyfriend and his obnoxious artificial bonhomie.
He’d been so angry when I rocked up in girly blouse, mini skirt, sandals for a bush walk. My quiet rebellion.
Two hours of hiking this coastal bushland before this lazy introduction.
‘Hiya, I’m Sarah,’ said a pretty brunette. She held out her hand. ‘Sorry. Old habits.’
I smiled. She seemed nice. Genuine. Quite the surprise in Tony’s world. She looked comfortable, good walking shoes. The other women looked hungover, their men much the same. Although, ripped, athletic, tattooed. Delicious.
‘Nice to meet you, Sarah. Enjoy hiking?’
‘Love it,’ she said. ‘These aren’t my kind of peeps, but Johnny,’ she pointed to a dreamboat, ‘he’s working something with Tony.’
‘Part of the deal. I know how that works.’
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
‘Do I look like a hiker? I’m paid to attend.’
‘You’re a hooker?’ Sarah asked. I laughed.
‘There are similarities. Look, last night we attended the Aria Awards.’
Sarah cooed her delight.
‘You’d think so, right?’ No. Posers. But new dress, shoes, dripping in diamonds that I can keep. A tidy stash, and I’ve earned it.’
‘You don’t like him,’ she said.
‘I hate him, arrogant prick. But he has opened doors I would never have walked through. Some I wish I hadn’t. You ever tried bondage?’
‘His version of the Red Room. No safe word. Free to his mates. He sweetened the deal, but I paid with body and soul. I’m set up and cashing in.’
‘You’re leaving,’ said Sarah.
‘This afternoon. Chalk and cheese this life and where I come from. Time to go home.’
Tony dropped his sweaty arm across my shoulders.
‘Time to hit the peak, Hols. Let’s give those sandals a real workout,’ he said. Smiling, with cold eyes.
‘You don’t want to talk a little more business?’
‘Nah, bunch of losers. No offense, S.’
Sarah looked livid, about to strike back.
‘Some alone time, darling,’ I quickly said. ‘And, better views.’
‘Instagram worthy,’ said Sarah. I’d rescued her and Johnny from disaster.
Treacherous walk, feet slipping in sandals, wind up my skirt, hat threatening to blow away. I reached the top, gasping for air. The vista took what was left.
‘Drop your knickers,’ he said, abruptly.
‘You heard. Drop em.’
The bastard being true to himself.
Suddenly, my hat flew over the cliff.
‘Stupid bitch,’ Tony yelled as he reached for it.
It was the fork in the road.
In seconds, I was at his back. With desperate power, I pushed. He fell.
His broken body far below. My eyes watered from salt air. I dropped and began to scream.
‘Help me!’ [457 words]
Written for Furious Fiction March 2022 – non-winner (nor shortlisted, longlisted …)
Story prompts: 500 Words. A character who commits a crime. Some kind of door being opened. Words to include: Chalk, talk, fork (or derivatives thereof)