Jaco Louw, I Know You, P.S Stranger




I Know You, P.S Stranger
By Jaco Louw

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2012 Copyright Jaco Louw

Author’s Note

The story portrayed in the book is not based on any real person. It is purely made up. Characters are inspired by real people, but not based on them. Events in the book are made up. None of the events that took place happened in real life. The book is not based on my life, and Jason the lead character is Jason, no one else. Don’t take anything in the book personal, ex. Religion, alcohol etc., because I won’t be able to change it. The book has strong sex scenes in or referral to sex scenes. Some parts may offend sensitive viewers. The book is written purely for your own pleasure. (This is a copied piece, all things above may not be entitled to the book itself.)
"Don't blow this chance now Eddy, this may be the only one you get in your life!" Edward talked out loud to himself as he walked down English Road, the winter sun shining bright but it was cold. All the leaves from the trees lay on the floor as he walked slowly. The rustle of the leaves as he walked over them was the only sounds in the street. Only one or two cars stood out in the road whilst no one walked out in the cold. Edward only wore a black long sleeve t-shirt and a blue scarf Eve, his loving mother, gave to him. He had no other family but her; no one really liked him because he was a bit on the weird side.
"Do it quickly and fast. Get it over with, no blood, please no blood." Edward usually talked to himself in situations of importance, like in the final exams ten years ago. He talked to himself, unaware that he did it. The teachers immediately confiscated his paper because they thought he talked to the other children around him. No one believed that he had split personalities. He was an outsider at the age of 27 and no one ever talked to him. Except Eddy, his other half. 
"Here, stop here. This is it. House number twelve. Awwh she would never know. She won't even remember you," he said in a slow voice as he walked up to the white house. The knock was loud as it echoed through the entire house, probably waking up some neighbours but her couldn’t care less. 
There were slow footsteps nearing the front door. It stopped abruptly, filling the air with silence. With a slow creak the door opened ajar; two eyes popping through. It was her. 
"Hi," a croaky voice said in a whisper. 
"Hey! I don't know if you remember me? I went to the same school as you. In fact, were in the same English class." the joyful voice of Edward filled the silent street and the house. Beneath the joyous voice, a feeling of fear rose, but he covered it too good.
"Uhh," she tried to remember, she really tried.
"Edward, Eddy? The one who talked to himself in the exams. I know I'm crazy. I hear it all the time," he gave a little chuckle to release some of the fear but actually tried to make Sally feel more comfortable. 
"Eddy," a smile rose from her subtle lips as she remembered a vague image of the boy with the long black hair. She then laughed with him for the sake of comfort. 
"Long time since we saw each other again. I think ten years?" He cocked his head to the side when he heard the footsteps of someone else. Peter, Sally's husband, emerged from the darkness. He took the door out her hands and held it open so that he could walk out in front of her. Edward felt a sudden rise of anger in his body but kept the smile on his face. She never told me she was married, he said to himself in his mind. 
"And you are," Edward said in an almost mocking voice.
"Pete and you? Is he causing you any inconvenience baby?" he said whilst turning his head toward his wife. 
"No, he was in my English class. This is Eddy," she said to him as he stood tall next to her. He was well built, an athlete in school and varsity. He was still in very good shape, towering over Edwards’s small body. Edward felt his hands beginning to tremble with fear. This wasn't part of the plan, what now? What now?
An awkward silence fell over the three people standing in the porch. Sally broke it with her high, but calm voice. "Do you want to come in for some coffee? It is so cold out here." she said rubbing her arms to put some heat into herself. She could feel the cold coming through her open feet only covered with the thin socks Pete bought for her birthday. 
"Yes! uh... Thank you," he needed to conceal the fact that he was ecstatic and the angst that build in his body. He needed to keep everything calm.

The steam rose from the cups when Pete brought them into the room with only two chairs and a sofa. Pete and sally sat on it and Edward on the chair. 
"Thank you so much for the coffee. It is so kind of you." A smile stretched over his lips, but this time Sally and Pete didn't trust the smile. It made them feel uncomfortable for some reason. "But can I use the bathroom quickly?"
"The first one on the left," Pete said before Sally could. He walked down slowly towards the door and opened it. "Don't waste it up now Eddy. You got in without any struggle. And remember, no blood." He looked at himself in the mirror that showed the wrinkles over his face. His eyes were diluted from the beer he drank before he came to the house and the rings around his eyes were black. He managed to get enough strength and walked through the white door again. He saw them both still sitting on the couch talking to each other, or whispered. He couldn't make out what they said and it irritated him more. 
"You know, I had the biggest crush on you in grade twelve. I don't know if you remember?" He brought out the gun in his hand showing the white knuckles over his hand. He smiled the same awkward smile he did before he left for the bathroom.
The white around his knuckles whitened more as his clench on the gun tightened more from the anticipation he had the whole day, in fact the whole year and a halve he planned this day. The day he would get his love back. This won't be a classical-psychopath-killing-the husband-stalking-thing story; this would be your life, your own story that will echo into the future. His mind ran through all the planning he did for so long in the black room in the back of the garage of his mother's family home. She never even knew that he hid himself in there for month after month. 
"Eddy..." she said with shock clearly filling her body. Her grip around Pete's hand tightened to a clench. For the first time that night they knew clearly what was going on and what will happen. 
"Please buddy, we didn't do you any harm," Pete said in a low voice filled with terror. 
"Well keep telling yourself that, maybe you will one day believe that!" Edward said in a high pitched voice, the adrenalin starting to flow through his body with haste. He could feel his finger nearing the trigger of the gun. "You stole her from me man," he dropped the gun to his side. His body language changed from confident to total self-pity in a matter of seconds. A tear rolled down his face as the real Edward came forth. It was only for about two seconds when the other side, or Eddy, came back. This time not in silence like those years of isolation. 
"Don't be such a pissy you cock sucker! Look at them, look at them! She is yours; kill that little ass licking dick face." The voice was high pitched like the one the couple knew from the greeting before. They sat in fear on the only sofa in the room. Pete's forehead was damp with the sweat of fear that ran through his body with the speed of light. A sudden burst of vomit flew across the room as Sally couldn't keep the nausea feeling inside anymore. The green substance fell across the room onto the cream carpet leaving behind the stains she will never get out. With a 'splosh' sound and the loud moan of a 28 year old girl the last of the vomit hit the floor. 
"Can I get you some ice to..." the scared and sad voice tried to break through when the high pitched voice came back into the conversation, interrupting Edward. 
"Don't be like this please Edward. We have planned this so long; don't screw it up like this. Pretty please?" The last bit the voice said with a sarcastic twist in it, and mockingly he followed the voice. 
He held the gun firmly in his hand again bringing it to the same level as Pete's left leg. A low and long sigh could be heard coming from Pete's mouth as he blew out the last hope that he had. He knew he was going to die tonight and he couldn't do anything about it. With the last bit of life and guts left in him he flew with his huge body up from the sofa. The over towering body that flew from the sofa scared 'Eddy' and he pulled the trigger with haste. He forgot that the gun pointed lower as he intended and only shot Pete in the foot. The pain wasn't enough to stop the huge bulk of muscles to fall down like some coward. Pete grabbed the gun out of Edward's hand and quickly put the gun against his head. He felt the urge to pull the trigger but he couldn't, he couldn't take a life.
A single streak of blood flowed from the wound in his side. Pete fell to the ground with a hard thud. The knife was still embedded in his side where he laid dead on the carpet near the vomit stains. The silent sobs of a prayer could be heard where Sally still sat pressed into the sofa from fear. The loud sounds of sirens were nearing the house from the east side of the house. 
The door was still open ajar from the previous night where the horror unfolded. Sally's eyes were still red with tears and swollen from the countless hours of tears and no sleep. Her mother stood outside the red Ford on the street with something in her throat. She loved Pete even more than Sally. He was the son they never had. 
Eventually Sally stepped into the car when her mother pressed down on the hooter of the car. The wind picked up from nowhere and clouds started to form thick outlines above them. The smell of rain filled the air as the car pulled away from the driveway. Smoke escaped out the exhaust of the car and quickly you couldn't see the red dot anymore. She was gone forever.
On the porch of the home with a huge blue 'For Sale' sign on the front lawn, lay a single sheet of newspaper stuck onto the wooden deck. Encircled with a black marker was the heading of the front page of the Exclusive News Newspaper. 
Two killed in family home on the same time. Miracle? Lucky escape? She said 'I would rather want to die with him.' Her mother held onto her as the police took away the bodies of the two men in her home. What police can't understand was that the knife used was in her hands after the murders took place. Only a single shot was fired into the husband's right foot. The widow cried out her husband’s name, but smiled shortly after the ambulance pulled away.