Losing his job was something bearable to an extent, but losing his car?
"No, no, no, no, no... God, no!" he cried, his box falling out of his hands automatically and crashing to the floor.
His face went hollow at once, and his heart grew sour.
All that lay on the floor where he parked his car was shattered glass. A clear sign that someone broke the rear glass of his car to gain access to open the car door.
"Maybe I'm in the wrong space… maybe this might not be the place I parked my car," he said to himself, holding on to a thin line of hope, which snapped the moment he walked around the whole garage and found his car was really gone.
"NOOOOOOO… my baby!" he cried. Tears nearly left his eyes. "Who would have done this to me? God, it was just an old Toyota Corolla '98! Who would want to steal it and leave all these fancy cars?!"
"Fuck… fuck… fuck!" he bellowed as he slumped to the ground. "Fuck!" he cried again, punching the ground.
After minutes of yelling into the void, he forced himself up, wiping his eyes.
"I'm just gonna go take a cab and go home. After a little rest, I will go straight to the police," he concluded, then stood up and carried his box.
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A few hours later, a cab rolled to a stop, and Tony alighted. His head was reeling from what happened, and his mood was so crumbled that he couldn't feel his legs when he stepped out of the cab.
"How much for the ride?" he asked as he reached into his left pocket for his wallet, but it wasn't there.
He rubbed around the areas where other pockets were, but he didn't feel his wallet.
He stared at the back seat of the car where he sat, and just there on it, the wallet lay.
"Must have fallen out of my pocket," he muttered subconsciously.
But what happened next happened fast.
He was about to ask the cab driver to pass him his wallet when the man suddenly hit the gas and sped off, tires screeching violently. The cab man laughing wildly.
Tony only stood there on his street, mouth agape, tears around his eyes, brain scattered, soul shattered, and body flabbergasted.
"My ID… driver's license… passport… all my work stuff… they're all in that car," he muttered.
"What curse is this that befell me today?" he thought as he slowly dragged himself toward his house. Lucky he didn't have a gun with him; he would simply put it in his mouth and blow his brains out.
His house however was a small regular house with a neat lawn outside. It had been comfortable for him so far.
Climbing the few flights of stairs in a slow, sad walk, he entered his house.
With that grim feeling and thick mysery still lingering around, he started to unbutton his shirt; first the sleeves, then his tie, then the main buttons, down the middle.
"Seems like Sarah's not at home."
And just like answering his question, he heard a faint giggle from the kitchen. That giggle cast a faint smile on his face. Despite everything, her laugh brought him a flicker of warmth.
Sarah was his wife, the reason he still lived after what he encountered today, and hearing her voice brought that light back to his soul.
He had now completely taken off his shirt and was at the verge of saying,
"Honey, I'm hoooome," but just then, his eyes glimpsed something that automatically forced those words back into his throat.
He was about to place his shirt on the couch when he nnoticed something on the couch.
A watch.
A shining, gold-plated watch, gleaming like it belonged in a billionaire's top drawer.
"What the…" he whispered.
Beside it lay an expensive suit jacket. And surrounding it where four large shopping bags and three smaller ones from LeMarche Royale, one of the most outrageously expensive fashion stores in the city.
His mouth dried instantly.
"Holy crap."
His head had been packed, and he hadn't seen the sitting room very well.
He was still taking in what he was seeing inside his house when another giggle flowed from the kitchen.
This time, it came with a voice.
"Oh God, Jay, we shouldn't be messing around in the kitchen."
Tony's heart skipped a massive beat. It was as if something huge left his body.
"Jay? D-did I just hear Jay?" he pondered. The confusion lasted one second. Then everything dissolved into a boiling, black rage.
Quickly and slowly, so as not to be noticed, he made for a gun he stashed inside the wall beside the door leading to the passage.
The house was built in a way that the long slim passage demarcated the sitting room, dining room, and kitchen from the three rooms.
Now Tony slowly walked through the passage toward the kitchen, his gun ready.
When he neared the door, he leaned against the wall.
His heart was racing fast, and angry veins spread around his face. But he didn't let anger rule him first... he had to be sure if they were doing something funny.
"I trust my wife… maybe this Jay is just a fr"
"Aww fuck, Jay… that feels so good," Sarah, his wife, moaned.
Pure electricity ran through Tony. Sweat from nowhere engulfed him as if he had just run a marathon.
His grip around his pistol tightened with rage. "Oh my God, Sarah", he muttered to himself, not believing what he just heard.
"You like that, huh?" came the man's voice, deep and manly.
It made Tony gnash his teeth.
"I just hope your husband won't walk in on us," the man added.
"Whore's bastard," Tony breathed out, still perched against the wall. He wanted to hear his wife's reply more than anything, but even more, he wanted to know if she would resist him.
He had seen the man's gifts, his suit and watch, and knew he was rich. Maybe he was the one who took her shopping.
But his wife's reply devastated him even more.
"Don't worry, my husband doesn't come home midday… we have the whole afternoon to our... uhh… uhhh… God, Jay… w-we are in the kitchen," Sarah moaned in a high ecstasy that dried up Tony's throat.
Tony could only feel hot tears and the hunger to shoot this Jay, but he just waited. He couldn't see exactly what the man was doing to his wife to make her moan that way. So he sneaked closer and noticed the door was halfway closed. Luckily, the door had a little rim running vertically through it, so he peeked through it.
What he saw drew all the air from his lungs.
Sarah was leaning on the kitchen counter. The fruit she was chopping seemed forgotten. Jay, a tall, black handsome man with an average build, had himself pressed against her back, his hand underneath her gown, and in between her legs.
"I can't just wait to have you, Sarah… let me show you what your pathetic husband has never shown you or made you feel." Jay murmured. As he fingered her harder and more lovely.
"Uhh… uhhhhhh… Jay, fuck…" Sarah moaned. "We have the whole afternoon. Even if he is returning, his poor old car makes a lot of noise, so we would know."
Tony swallowed a painful scream.
He was doing his best to fight back his anger and first listen to what his wife harbored about him.... the same wife he didn't cheat on, at the cost of his job.
But Jay was making things hard for him.
He had pulled down her gown from her shoulders, and Sarah's breasts sprang free. They were round, big, and soft. Her nipples were already hardened and pointing to the wall; very pink and lovely.
Jay squeezed one. He carried it from the base and fumbled it delightfully, groaning in deep pleasure. It filled his hand and puffed out between his fingers. He played with with other, he would jiggle and wiggle it, then squeeze it more and more.
Then he calmly went for the nipple and rubbed his thumb around it before pinching it lightly. It sent a tinge into Sarah, and she moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes.
"Just like that… fuck yes, Jay… I want you inside me already… fuck me right here…"
Tears clung around Tony's eyes. He was totally disappointed, heartbroken, and mad.
However, Jay smiled evilly as he, without hesitation, pulled up Sarah's gown, revealing her round soft ass. The motion he used to pull up her gown made it vibrate. soft as dough. He smacked it, making it ripple again, then pulled down his trousers.
That did it. Tony couldn't bear it anymore.
Immediately, as Jay reached for her panties, Tony kicked open the door forcefully, cocked his pistol, and pointed it at Jay.
It was chaos. Jay nearly fell over trying to pull up his pants. Panic flared through him, and Sarah yelled loudly, her soul almost jumping out of her body.
She was filled with deep embarrassment and shame.
"T-Tony, honey, you are..."
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" Tony barked, his eyes deep red, his brain asunder. Every vein in his body was pulsing thickly.
Even as he spoke, his voice trembled with fury. Loud and rageful.
"Who is he?!" he asked, pointing the gun at Sarah. His voice unnaturally high.
"WHO THE FUCK IS HE?! TALK, OR I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!"
Sarah was fidgeting badly. Tears were already running free.
"O-okay! Okay!" she cried. "H-he… he is… uh…"
"Your fuckboy, huh?" Tony mused, a poisonous one.
He turned the gun to Jay, who had his hands up in the air.
"So you are a fuckboy, huh? Her little bitch?"
Jay shook his head, terrified. "I'm sorry, sir… I'm so sorry…"
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Tony laughed like a maniac, his eyes getting redder.
"He's sorry, Sarah… YOUR FUCKBOY IS SORRY!"
At this point, his hand was shaking wildly, so was the gun.
"I loved you, Sarah… God!, I so much loved you... and for you I lost my job… then my car… I climbed ten thousand fucking stairs… lost my wallet, my passport, my ID, my licenses… all my work stuff packed in a box… and now my FREAKING WIFE?!" He shook his head. "ALL IN ONE DAY!"
Sarah flinched violently.
Jay too was shaking where he stood, his arms still up, and adrenaline surging through him.
Tony, however, shook his head in pity.
"I think there's no need for you anymore… I'mma kill him, and then you."
As he said that, he pointed the gun back at Jay.
But with a very fast and swift motion, Jay snatched the gun from him... and three gunshots reverberated through the air.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
There was a sudden pause. Then...
Tony staggered.
He touched his chest, and looked at his hand. Warm liquid seeped through his fingers.
Blood.
Evewhere spun as he landed to the floor.
Loud screams filled his ears. In his blurry gaze, he saw Sarah yelling and thrashing in Jay's arms, Jay holding her back.
"Noooooooo! Noooooo!" she cried, tears spilling from her eyes.
But her voice was muffled.
Tony only rubbed his heart that was exuding massive pain. He brought his hand to his eye level once more and saw blood.
The bullets had gone straight into his heart.
A strange lightness washed over him. His vision dimmed. The world twisted...
and then
darkness.