Chrissel's Fire

by Edwards, Mark

  “No, I always get what I desire,” she smirked as they both did that see ya later kiss while he carried her to the doorway letting her feel like a princess in the arm of a strong knight in shining armor.

  “Bye now honey, I have a meeting to attend and I don’t want to keep Mrs. Snowy waiting,” Chrissel mentioned while Thames opened the front door.

  Much to their surprise Mrs. Jilean Snowy was standing at the doorway.

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  Chapter Twenty

  Thames was totally dumbstruck, he did not know what to say, he did not know what to do, and he did not know how to disappear. He was caught by his wife holding another woman who happened to be their real estate agent and this all happened in the home that is shared by his wife and himself. Really, how does he explain?

  “Well Mrs. Snowy what brings you here?” Chrissel asked while brushing herself off.

  “I live here!” Jilean Snowy Shouted with tears flowing down her cheeks. “So this is the issue at home that you had to tend to?” Jilean continued as she started moving closer to the pair.

  “Thames, so this has been the cat who has been labeling your body with all those nasty scratches? Thames how could you?”

  “I’ll leave you both as I should be going to a meeting now,” Chrissel interjected as she tried to slip her way out of trouble.

  “Not so fast you little pup!” Jilean Snowy snarled while placing her body in the path of Chrissel in an effort to stop her in her track. “What the heck have you been doing to my husband?”

  “Feeding him!” Chrissel snapped.

  “You dirty bastard; does he look hungry?”

  “Well the way he eats, I think he’s starved.”

  “Chrissel don’t you ever talk to my wife like that!” Thames shouted as he placed himself between the two females.

  “Thames dear, she doesn’t want you; can’t you see?” Chrissel responded.

  “And who do you think you are, coming into our house and trying to decide who wants who?” Jilean questioned as she moved towards Chrissel waving the heel of her black shoe like a magic wand.

  “Thames, she is going to hurt me, don’t let that woman hurt me Thames!” Chrissel screamed as she placed herself behind Thames while wrapping her long hands around his chest.

  “Get out of my house- both of you!” Jilean shouted as she raced towards the pair hurling her black shoe which missed them both.

  “Jilean honey, please calm down, I can explain, I promise,” Thames pleaded as she held the ceramic marble vase while in hot pursuit.

  “What kind of a husband are you? You are a low down dirty cheat!” Jilean growled as she smashed his forehead with the vase causing him to collapse hitting the back of his head on the concrete verandah wall.

  “What kind of wife are you- Why did you hurt him?” Chrissel asked when she realized that Thames was not responding as his head rested in the splintery remains of the broken ceramic marble vase.

  “If you take your sour butt off my property, then I’ll let you live!”

  “Oh, do you mean my super butt?” Chrissel jibed as she head butted Jilean causing her to fall to the floor. Lying on her back Jilean held on to her head as a result of the excruciating pain she felt from the head bump she received; she desperately had to move her head to the left so as to dodge the red suede shoe that was hurled at her.

  “How dare you? You’ve hurt the only man I’ve ever loved.”

  “Then you are going to be next – you dirty red sore!” Jilean Snowy yelled from the floor as she kicked the heel of Chrissel’s remaining red suede boot causing the woman fully cladded in red to capsize; as she ended up on the floor (which was level territory) she was served a brutal slap in the face by Jilean who then attempted to subdue her by holding her to the ground. A tussle ensued causing both women to roll off the front porch as they slapped at each other.

  Jilean managed to pull herself from Chrissel and rushed back to the front porch and yelled, “you can have him, just take him and leave my property,” as she booted Thames (who was still motionless and unresponsive) then headed inside slamming the front door closed behind her.

  “Oh Thames you are hurt, I am going to take care of you,” as she held his head in her arms. Her rage grew as she saw how badly hurt her prince of passion was. “Jilean, you are going to pay for this!” Chrissel said to herself as she attempted to open the front door which happened to be locked from inside.

  “Cruela, open the door-open the darn door!” Chrissel shouted while banging her hands on the dark colored wooden entrance.

  “If this intruder ever sets foot in my house then I will have to give her some of my hot water!” Jilean said to herself as she lit the stove to get heated water before dialing for emergency help.

  Still determined to go inside Chrissel kicked and shattered the glass located in the center of the dark colored wooden door; she was then able to gain access to the inner latch thus enabling her to open the door.

  Chapter Twenty One

  “Get out of my house now! Take your lover and leave me alone!” Jilean yelled desperately as she heard the crazy footsteps of Chrissel coming towards the kitchen. She threw a pair of kitchen knives after the lady in red as she approached her. Chrissel was able to successfully dodge one of the knives as the other pierced her right arm. Jilean headed for the stove as she needed to get the boiling water to use as her defense, however she was stopped in her tracks as Chrissel leaped at her from behind; this giant leap caused both of them to end up at the foot of the stove. While on the floor both women had to dodge the pot of boiling water that fell from the stove as a result of the tussle between both ladies at the foot of the stove. Jilean gave the lady in red a ruthless slap; this stopped her from pulling and dragging her hair. In a bid to cut loose from Chrissel, Jilean attempted to hold on to the windows but her feet were pulled from behind causing her to hold the curtains instead.

  The curtains fell unto the blazing fire of the stove causing the fire to spread to the ground beside both warriors. Chrissel hurled the knife at Jilean who had to dodge after she was pushed in the fiery curtain on the ground. Chrissel rolled and rolled closer to Jilean on the floor as her red suite caught fire. She grabbed the feet of Jilean once more causing her to collapse; both women started the on-floor tussle again while the fire spread across the kitchen of the Snowy’s residence.

  The fire grew bigger, as the entire kitchen was engulfed with red flames accompanied by black smoke; this really did not deter the two angry birds from fighting each other as they hurled everything in the kitchen at each other. They tossed knives, spoons, daggers, burning chairs and pots at each other until they both collapsed while coughing heavily; this was as a result of the exhaustion and intensive black smoke that surrounded the room.

  “WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?” It was Thames, he stood at the door of the kitchen looking partially restored with wobbly feet.

  “YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” He yelled as he saw the rich red blazing fire heading in the direction of the gas cylinder which was lying on the floor between the two smoke tattered women; they laid on the floor coughing heavily while desperately trying to breathe.

  “Thames, I don’t deserve to go like this – please help me out of here,” Chrissel pleaded while coughing and breathing heavily for her life.

  “Thames, I will always love you.” Jilean said calmly while closing her eyes and turning away her head as she saw how near the blazing red flames were to the gas cylinder.

  This was the hour of decision for Thames Snowy; he had less than five seconds in the fiery kitchen before the gas cylinder exploded. Five seconds was less than enough time for a partially recovered man to remove two women from the burning room. He was still weak and his feet were wobbly, if he tried to bring them both from the room they would all be caught in the impending blast which was less than three seconds away.

  The fact of the matter: Thames had to choose which of the women to remove from the room.

  T
hames had to choose between his dear wife and his daring playful mistress.

  THREE…

  TWO…

  ONE:

  B*L*A*S*T/

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Well folks I am Chrissel Parkes and I know you figured what happened. If you are not sure let me tell you what happened. Thames Snowy rescued his wife Jilean Snowy. He pulled her out of the burning kitchen and I was left behind. Thames Snowy being the good guy that he was would have come back for me if he had gotten the chance to but he chose to rescue his wife instead of his sweetheart. As I said in the start of this story, I have learnt my lessons:

  Lesson one: Never mix business with pleasure- things will get ugly.

  Lesson Two: If he’s married, leave him alone – he won’t rescue you instead of his wife no matter how great you make him feel.

  Well, I was lucky to be rescued by the fire department crew who came on the scene minutes after

  Thames rescued his wife. I sure do hope they are both living happily ever after.

  I sure don’t expect Jilean Snowy to forgive a matrimonial intruder, but I sure do hope she forgives her husband – Thames Snowy; he is a good man.

  As time goes by I know my body and skin will heal, I will get a new job and move on with my life but….

  ***** I’ll never forget Thames.*****

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  Thank you all folks for taking the time out to read my book.

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