Not a thief, read below.

An Eye for an Eye

Prologue.

And people didn’t believe him. He was sure and of course he was right, he was always right. He couldn’t remember a single time… well maybe he was wrong a couple of times. Just a few, but he was definitely right now. Oh, so right it was burning his guts. So right he wanted to jump up and scream it to the world, stand on his table and point at their bemused faces while telling them again and again that he knew it all along. That he wasn’t an idiot and that he could see it miles away.

Of course, he wouldn’t do that. He had to play it cool, they couldn’t see him. He had to think about it very carefully, one bad move and everything could blow up in his face.

But he was so proud. He knew it, he was right. And that was the most wonderful thing for him, ever.

A blind person could have figured it out! It was so obvious, he could just smack her for not keeping the secret better, and he knew about keeping secrets.

She would come home late, she wouldn’t call every half an hour like she used to and, oh how much his ego hurt for this: she wouldn’t have sex with him. Ferguson Green was known for being a bit, well…imaginative, but he knew it. And the proof was right there, in front of him.

In the form of a twenty something year old guy, with dark features and a slim form, was the living proof that his “beloved” girlfriend was shamelessly cheating on him.

He would kill all the people who had told him to give it a rest, that he was jumping to conclusions. He would so rub it in their faces until they realized that, yes, he was always, always right.

He didn’t care about her, he could find another girl in no time, but this couldn’t, just could not, happen to him. People didn’t cheat on him. They didn’t. They begged for him not to leave them! He was never the one being played with.

Oh, his fingers twitched, his legs itched, he wanted desperately to go there and make himself known. Make her beg for forgiveness and punch the guy square in the face.

But if he had done that, I wouldn’t have a story.

Instead he ordered a drink, something strong, and gulped it down immediately. The wheels in his head started turning. Something he wasn’t seeing was there; he just couldn’t put his finger on it. There was something about that guy that was bugging him. He could’ve blamed it on how badly he wanted to hurt him… (Or how good he looked in those pants.), but that wasn’t it.

He stared at his face for a long while, but he just couldn’t figure it out.

But when the guy stood up to help an old man passing by, and bent down to pick up his glasses, back facing him, everything was crystal clear. He had to bite both his lips to keep himself from laughing right there. In one second he had planned what would be the greatest revenge in the history of the world.

Or so he thought.

He just didn’t know that everything would, eventually, turn against him. As it does every time someone plans the greatest revenge in the history of the world.

So, I’m posting it now because I need a little push to start with it, I haven’t written a single word of the first chapter yet, it’s all in my head. I need feedback / And I had no idea about what to use for the title either….

Thanks to Kasee Lara for editing. Amie! This is the story she wants to help me with, that’s why I didn’t send it to you!

Bye now.