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SCORNED: THE LAST VISIT (SHORT STORY)

Written By: Harley Winston (TalesFromAGemini)

Janiah sits on her Queen-sized bed with tears in her eyes. The young woman heart is shattered...again. The so- called man she fell in love with has left her for another woman. One in a million things are going through her mind. She doesn't know who to turn to. Not to mention she's thinking the unthinkable.

"Since 2012," she says to herself quietly. "Since July of 2012, I've been nothing but loyal and faithful to this man and this is the thanks that I get." She damn near laughed. Anger was building in her core and her mind was clouded she couldn't think straight. Janiah rose up off her bed and slowly walked up to her mirror, Janiah couldn't look at herself she felt ashamed, she felt ugly. What was once a semi-happy young woman; was now a young woman ready to self-destruct in any minute. She gently brushed her dark-brown shoulder-length hair into a neat ponytail. The dried tears were cleansed away from her face. "Today Janiah is the day of your rebirth," She spoke with confidence to herself. "You will finally be free from your pain." She chuckled say, holding back tears that were trying to form in her eyes again.

She threw on a black tank top and a pair of black sweat pants, she dialed the newly unsaved number in her phone. The call went straight to voicemail, Janiah's blood began to boil ten times hotter.

Downstairs, her mother was preparing dinner for the family. Her younger sister was in the home office talking on her cellphone and watching television. Both unaware of the pain Janiah was going through.

Dressed and car keys in hand, Janiah walked up to her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek which was rare and went and hugged her little sister tightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Her mother asked, confused. "You've been in your room mostly all day."

Janiah faked a smile, "Just being in my thoughts."

"Where are you going?" Her mother noticing the duffle bag.

"To drop off something to Marcus, "She lied.

"Be home on time, Janiah."

"I will," Janiah assured before walking out the door.

It didn't take long before Janiah was on the East-side, coming off her exit, her adrenaline began to rush. She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared. Pushed to her limit of no return Janiah was ready for whatever went down but she wasn't going down without a fight. Parked and posted around the corner from her ex- boyfriend Marcus's house, Janiah faced a blunt and took a few shots of Hennessy, she checked her social media and her heart sunk more. Marcus posted a picture of an ultrasound.

"She's pregnant?"

Janiah took another sip and got herself together. One last look in the rear-view mirror, Janiah smiled at her beautiful reflection. "You are beautiful and today is your rebirth. Happy Birthday, love."

She responded to herself, "Thank you." She exited out of her car, she walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk retrieving a medium size black duffel bag.

Janiah approached Marcus's house and knocked on the side door, she saw his truck in the driveway so she knew he was home. No response. She knocked on the door a little harder. A few moments later she was hearing foots steps coming, her heart started racing she hasn't seen Marcus since they broke up a few weeks back. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this.

Moments later, she laid her eyes on the man who once made her heart skip a beat. Marcus Raymond opened the door surprised and a little pissed to see his ex-girlfriend at his door step.

He sighed of irritation, "What are you doing here, Janiah?

She smiled ignoring the fact she's not wanted right now, "I just came to talk and have one last drink and blunt with you. Then I'll be on my way. I came peaceful with no drama."

Marcus thought about it and decided to let Janiah in. Not realizing he just put himself in danger. Janiah sat her duffel bag on the chair in the living room.

"What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Just some of your old stuff I'll put it in the attic before I leave. Let's have some drinks," she slurred a little bit.

"It sound like you already had some." He chuckled.

"Just a few shots before I got out the car."

"I guess. Well I'm in the room," he walked to the back of the house.

Making sure Marcus was in the bedroom; she pulled out a bottle of chloroform and poured it on a black cloth. Drinks poured and ready, Janiah was ready for a night of fun. When she walked in the bedroom, Marcus was on his Sony PlayStation 3 playing the latest game NBA 2K13. She placed his drink by him and sat in her spot behind him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" he asked never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Becoming friends after this if that's possible." Janiah pulled out an already rolled blunt out of her purse.

Marcus grabbed his cup and took a sip, "Friends?"

Janiah nodded.

"What's this? Henny?" He asked after taking a sip.

"Your favorite," She smiled. "I want us to be great friends. I still love you and I know you in a relationship and all but that doesn't mean we still can't be close." She sparked the blunt and took a hit. Inhaling the good shit and then exhaling the bullshit. Three more hits and she then passed it to Marcus.

She took another sip of her drink and sat it on the nightstand, "And I also want to thank you for everything that you taught me and forgive you for everything that you done wrong to me."

He paused the game and faced Janiah confused.

"I realize that what we had wasn't strong enough to be a true relationship I was hoping being friends will bring it to that some day."

Marcus took a huge sip of his drink, "You right...You live and you learn." Then turned his attention back on the game.

"I will always love you, Marcus," Janiah sat up. "But just so you know...... I will never forget." Janiah pulled the black cloth out and covered Marcus's mouth and nose with it. "It's time to have some fun, baby."

Once Marcus was knocked out she took a few more hits of the blunt and finished her drink in one gulp. Retrieving the duffel bag from the living room, she pulled out hand cuffs and duct tape and began handcuffing Marcus's hands and feet to his bed rail. She covered his mouth with duct tape.

"Time to get to work." She cracked her knuckles.

Marcus lying unconscious, she slowly caressed her fingers on his smooth, light-skinned faced, "To bad our children would have looked beautiful."

She drew her fist back, "It's time to wake up!" and punched the shit out of Marcus waking him in a panic. Realizing he was tied up, he searched around for answers mumbling under the duct tape. He saw Janiah standing over him with a smile on her face. She snatched the tape off his mouth, "And you were saying?" with a raised eyebrow.

"You crazy bitch! Get these cuffs off me now!" he yelled in pain from the tape snatching damn near his mustache.

She calmly spoke, "That's no way to speak to a lady, Marcus." She open-hand slapped him. A faint-red hand print was left on the side of his face.

"Fuck you!" he spat. "Get these cuffs off me!" Ordering her like he was in control of the situation.

"Now why would I do that?" Janiah pondered, tapping her chin. "Marcus for the last two going on three years I have dealt with your bullshit. The countless lies and cheating and I am tired of it. You left me for another woman not to mention you got the bitch pregnant. So today Marcus we are going to see how much pain you can take. Janiah felt powerful. She was finally in control. "There is nobody on this earth Marcus who is going to stop me from inflicting the pain that's coming to you." She laughed evilly. "Now I need you to shut the fuck up." Placing a new piece of duct tape on his mouth.

Marcus struggled to get the cuffs off but he couldn't. Never once in a million years did he think Janiah would do this to him. He never thought she had the guts to even come at him like this.

"I wouldn't fight if I was you it only fuels my rage." She warned him.

Rummaging through her duffel bag, Janiah pulled out a surgical blades, surgical retractor , rib shears and a small bush cutters. Marcus's eyes grew big, he didn't know what Janiah had in store for him but it wasn't pretty. An evil grin crept up on her face. He was no longer staring into the eyes of the sweet innocent woman he met almost two years ago, but the eyes of a menace. Janiah pulled a butcher knife out the bag and Marcus began to panic, she placed her finger across his covered lips, "Shhh! Baby. For walking all over me. You don't need your legs anymore." She began to stab Marcus repeatedly in both of his legs. He screamed and kicked, but she continued to jab away, blood was splattering all over them.

"You in pain yet!" She screamed. She wanted him to feel it, but it wasn't enough for her. She pulled down his basketball shorts, exposing his man-hood that she loved and made her feel good the times they was together. "See this guy,Marcus." She gripped his manhood tightly in her hand. "This the little fucker that got you tripping on me! That got you running the streets being a fucking a hoe!" Tears and evil filled her eyes. Brand new bush clippers were sitting in the corner of the bedroom and she instantly got an idea. She placed his man piece in the middle of the clippers. Janiah stared Marcus deep in his pleading eyes and whispered, "Snip...Snip Pretty Boy." With that Marcus penis flew across the bed. His horrific screams were muffled by the duct tape. The piece that made him feel like a man was now lying next to him limp and bloody. Deep inside he knew he wasn't going to make it out alive. Janiah was just getting started.

"Don't pass out yet," Janiah whispered in his ears. "I don't think you felt enough." Marcus eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His body was uncontrollably shaking.

Marcus was scared for his life. He turned Janiah into a monster before him. "Let's get rid of this shirt." She cut his white T-shirt from the middle exposing his tatted chest. "I loved your tattoos, Marcus. Especially when you was fucking me right. Just watching the sweat drip from your body made me cream." Janiah started from his belly button and licked him all the up to his neck. "Mmmmmm." She moaned, savoring his flavor. "You still taste good." It was time for the real fun, she sat aside her scalpel and rib shears. "I'm going to take something from you, Marcus."

Just like at work watching the surgeon on YouTube, Janiah made an incision straight down the middle of his chest. Marcus could no longer cry and scream he was too exhausted. Blood was gushing and squirting everywhere, but Janiah didn't care; she was digging for gold and she wasn't going to stop until she had his heart in her hand. She quickly grabbed the rib shears and began cutting away at the rib cage, she could see his heart barely holding on to a beat in his chest, "It's almost mines." She squeals.

She placed the retractor in his chest exposing his slowly beating heart, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"You are so strong baby. What are you holding to? Life? Oh! my dear that's already gone." Picking up the surgical scissors, "I loved you with all my heart Marcus," She placed a kiss on his forehead. "I will see you in hell." She began cutting his heart out. Marcus began shaking suddenly his body went still. Finally! In her hand, she held the heart of her lover. It's so pretty. She thought. She couldn't believe she actually cut out his heart. She stared at Marcus's lifeless body and squeezed his heart until it burst in her hand.

She was finally free.

Janiah calmly grabbed her cellphone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator answered.

She spoke into the receiver, "I've just cut out my lover's heart." Then hung up the phone. She took one last glance at Marcus. A tear rolled down her face. It was a tear of happiness.

She walked outside into the backyard and looked up into the night sky, "God forgive me for I have sinned," She prayed before pulling out a 9MM pistol and pointing it to her temple. Janiah closed her eyes and dropped to her knees before releasing the trigger.

POW!

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