(Some years ago)…
It had been more
than twenty minutes since I placed the order.
The Pizza Delivery Girl should be here any time now. It’s a little cold this winter evening, but
winter is the off-season and the only time I know of where I can sit on the
front porch of this unoccupied beach home unnoticed. Pizza isn’t even one of my favorite foods,
but the Pizza Delivery Girl doesn’t deliver anything else. The Pizza Delivery Girl only delivers
pizzas. It’s not the pizza I want.
She
is so captivating. A beautiful slender
figure for a young mother of two, the Pizza Delivery Girl has all the chicks in
this podunk-town beat hands down. Her
soft long brown hair wisps as she strolls.
Her face is that of a cherub. That
horrible excuse of a drunkard she calls a husband doesn’t deserve her. I can treat her like the gorgeous vision she
is. If she will give me but just the
chance to tell her how I feel.
That’s
why I am here. This unoccupied summer
home is secluded enough so there should be no disturbances. No interruptions. Even if she is taken aback by my measures,
she is such a kind person, so sweet; she will compassionately and patiently
hear me out. I am certain. Once I have spilled out my heart to her, once
I have told her how I hold her in such pristine regard for the elegant creature
she is, she will undoubtedly find her heart breaking at the poetry she ignites
in me. I wonder she will want me right
here?
Another
great move in deciding to profess my love for this magnificent yet meek woman,
should she become overwhelmed with passion we can consummate our affections
here on this vacant summer home’s front porch.
I will take her in my arms and kiss her full and strong. I will embrace her with such tender authority
she will succumb to my will. As I
breathe love into her delicate spirit, she will know what it is like to be
adored, as a treasure of her caliber should.
I will have the Pizza Delivery Girl.
She will love me tonight.
Headlights
approaching from down the secluded drive break me from the daydream. I was lost for a minute in the visualization
of my body intertwined with the Pizza Delivery Girl’s lithe frame. It occurs to me how dark the house is all of
a sudden. Nerves start to well up and I
decide to step off the steps to the side of the house. This has to go well. It has to go as planned. My nerves are in such a state I notice my fingertips
and toes have gone numb. My pulse is
racing. My body thinks it’s under attack
and is trying to push blood to the vital organs, hence my sudden freezing hands
and feet. My face is flushed.
The Pizza Delivery Girl leaves the
car running as she gets out. I notice
she checked the ticket-order before exiting the car, looking up at the dark
house; still she gets out. She starts up
the walk to the front porch. She has a
large heavy hoodie on but the hood is down and Pizza Delivery Girl’s soft hair
blows in the winter breeze. Her heeled
black boots click against the walk in time with her rhythmic steps. As she ascends the first two steps to the
front porch I come from around the side of the house and approach her from
behind; her ass tight in the skinny jeans.
“Excuse
me,” I cough.
Startled,
at the top of the porch Pizza Delivery Girl turns around to face me at the
bottom of the steps, “Oh, my God! You
scared the crap out of me.” She giggled
at the realization it was just I. She
inquired, “What are you doing here?”
“Um…
well”
She
looks back up at the house and continues, “I am suppose to deliver this pizza
but I don’t think any body…”
“Two
large pizzas. One pepperoni and one half
extra cheese/half sausage and onion.”
It’s the order I placed nearly thirty minutes ago.
Pizza
Delivery Girl stares at me. Her face
aglow in the single street light’s dim illumination. Her hair sweeping in the breeze, she is more
beautiful than ever. She’s puzzled and I
see it in her eyes, “That’s” she hasn’t broken my gaze yet; here we go, my
nerves are jumping, “that’s the order I have here.”
“I
know,” I smile, “I ordered it.”
“But,”
she looks back to the house with no lights on then back to me, “why?”
It
feels as though my face is going to explode, “I love you.” There it’s out.
She
blinks twice and shakes her head, “What?”
I start to ascend the steps towards
her, “I love you. I have loved you since
I first saw you. I love your hair, your
voice, your face…”
“Are
you fucking crazy?” she asks and begins to take steps backwards towards the
front door.
I
continue up the steps, “I’m crazy for you.
You deserve someone like me who can treat you the way you need to be
treated. I love you. You are so beautiful.” My hands are out as I reach the top of the
porch.
Pizza
Delivery Girl’s back now is against the vacant summer home’s front door, “Get
away from me you crazy fucker.” She whispered as her voice cracked with fright.
As
I step closer, Pizza Delivery Girl launches the two large pizzas at my face and
attempts to take off past me down the porch steps. I’m much quicker than her and stronger; I’m a
man. She pulls hard to try and break
from my grip. I have her by the upper
portion of her right arm clutched in my right fist. This isn’t going as planned. My nerves sky rocket through entire my body
and brain. I hear something scream
inside my head, “What are you doing!?!”
as I sling Pizza Delivery Girl with all my force back against the wall of the
house. The thud of her body slamming
against the hard structure is in concert with her gasp as the air is knocked
out of Pizza Delivery Girl.
I
don’t even realize I have pulled the gun out from the back of my pants.
(Not quite so long ago)…
I
heard some young turd was put to death last night for the killing of a pizza
delivery girl. I heard he had turned his
self into the local police a few years past.
He was a local boy like me. His
mom was a meth addict and his father had died a raging alcoholic many years
ago. The turd dropped out of school in
something like the eighth grade. He was
a complete idiot with nothing to look forward to in life but trying to scrounge
an existence off the town’s fish docks.
Someone said they heard him say the three square meals in the state
penitentiary were not bad at all.
Supposedly he had never slept in a bed so clean. All those accommodations and his name got in
the newspapers too.
I
heard the first town police officer closest to him when he walked up into the
Town Police Station and commenced to blabbing about how he had raped and shot
the pizza delivery girl on the front porch of that unoccupied summer home, that
first officer closest to the turd knocked out two of his teeth. What kills me is his facts were all messed
up. I only bashed her face in on the
front porch. I shot her in the car. The rape was multiple times over nearly an
hour and a half. Front porch, back of
the car, hood of the car, and finally the back seat. When she bit me on the porch is when I lost
it and pistol-whipped her unconscious and then some. After that we had intercourse as quickly as
the urge could return to me. Looking at
her lying in a bloody heap curled up on the back seat of the car, I knew I had
to ensure this never got out; one to the forehead.
I
stay away from pizza delivery girls.
