Deception

by Shameek Speight

  “We should have stuck to my plan and killed him baby. Look what he has done, just look at what he has done. He killed our baby. If I knew it was you he had in the back of the truck, I would have stopped it before it had gotten this far. But, how did Patrick find out about our son?” Murray said as blood leaked out his body fast like a Capri sun juice box with over fifty holes in it.

  “He found the letter,” Samantha said while crying and rubbing his head. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before he was gone forever.

  “What letter?” Murray asked with a mix of confused with painful look on his face.

  “I took a DNA test on Joshua and sent it out. I couldn’t really go through the plan of killing him until I was sure Patrick was the father or not.”

  “So, I guess I was the father, huh? Samantha, when you first came to me and asked me to help you conceive a child I thought you were out of your mind. I always wanted you, but couldn’t betray my best friend like that. You came to me asking every day. I knew it was wrong, but I gave in. From the moment I entered inside you, I fell in love and knew I would never stop. The time you stop when Joshua was born broke my heart,” Murray said while spitting out more blood.

  “I had to I was married. What we were doing was wrong, but felt so right. But, I needed to be a good wife. I loved Patrick and I loved you at the same time. I honestly thought Joshua was his son at first, but by the time Joshua turned two I knew in my heart, he wasn’t. But, I couldn’t tell Patrick that. He loved Joshua. How could I tell you he was your son when you loved me? How could I break apart a childhood friendship that’s been going on for more than thirty years? I couldn’t. But, the more I’ve been with you, the more my heart became yours. Every time I lied and said I was going to the store just to get away from Patrick, I did just to have you inside me for a half an hour and it was everything to me. We’ve been lovers off and on for over thirteen years. Now, it was finally time to put the secrets to an end, but the only way we could truly be together was to kill Patrick. I’m so sorry for letting you down baby. I’m so sorry for letting our son down,” Samantha said while crying hysterically.

  “It’s not your fault. We’re getting what we all deserve. That man loved us unconditionally and was always there for his friends and family. He would never tell a person no. If it were in his power to help someone, he would do it. We created this monster. We lied to him in the eye. We can’t even be mad at the outcome that’s happening. This is God’s plan or the Devil’s game. Anyway, I love and we deserve to die,” Murray mumbled then coughed up a mouth full of blood as he made his last and final breath.

  “Noooooo! Baby nooooo! Don’t go! Don’t leave me, please!” she said while tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She bent over and kissed him passionately on the lips and could taste the blood in his mouth. She fought back tears and the pain she felt. “I’m sorry baby, but none of us deserve to die today but Patrick,” Samantha said through gritted teeth. She looked up at the grey sky just as four snowflakes fell on her face. She eased Murray’s head off of her lap and picked up the 9mm handgun off the ground. She pulled out the clip to see she only had one bullet left. She pressed the 9mm in her jeans on her waistline and pulled the hunting knife out from it that Murray had given her to cut the plastic zip ties off her wrist and ankles.

  “I will not die today!” Samantha shouted. She took off running into the woods grabbing long tree branches and bringing them back behind the tree Murray’s body rested. She ran at full speed to the area that was covered with bear traps that had snow over them. She stabbed one pulling the pin out of it and carefully closing it. Then she carried it back to the tree. “I swear I will get revenge for those fuckers killing my baby and murdering the love of my life. I’ll fucking piss on their faces,” Samantha said while using the hunting knife to sharpen the long branches into spears, making the tips of them pointed. She tested the weight and balance of one, took a few steps back, aimed at the tree, and threw the spear with all her might. The speed cut through the air like a razor blade cutting through a thin piece of paper, and slammed into the tree getting stuck deep inside.

  A wicked smile spread across her face as she walked towards the tree. She tried to pull her spear out, but it was jammed in too deeply. So she broke it in half. “They will pay for taking my son and my love from me I swear,” Samantha said while scooping up most of the spears she made into her arms and placed them in different spots. Flashbacks of Murray kissing her and him being deep inside her as she lay flat on her back on his kitchen table were going through her mind. “Ahhhhhhh!” she moaned as his long chocolate dick went deep inside her. She spread her legs wide as he slammed his body into hers. “Ahhhhh! Fuck! Yes, yes take this pussy baby. It’s yours!” She moaned as her pussy got wetter with each stroke.

  “He don’t fuck like this, do he?” Murray said while grinding his hips making his dick touch the sensitive walls inside her pussy.

  “Ahhhhh! No…no! He don’t fuck me like you do baby! My pussy miss this dick all the time,” Samantha replied with lust in her voice while staring at Murray’s slim, but perfectly built body. The army had done him justice and kept him in top shape. His cinnamon light brown skin complexion turned her on even more. He was the only African American man she had been with. Her body screamed everything she was doing was wrong, that just made her cum even harder. Murray pulled his seven-inch dick out of her soaking wet pussy. He looked at the black digital watch on his wrist and knew he only had another ten minutes with her before Patrick would be concerned with where she was. Murray flipped her around onto her stomach and spread her ass cheeks and worked the heck out of his dick inside her. “I don’t care anymore you need to be all mines. We can run away. Fuck this town. Fuck our friends. It’s just you and me. This dick not worth leaving everything behind, huh?” Murray said while stroking deep inside her, each thrust felt better than the last.

  “Yes! Yes baby! I need this dick all the time!” Samantha shouted as she climaxed. Thick clear cum was running out of her pussy onto his dick and down his thigh. Murray grabbed her by her shoulders to get deeper penetration.

  “Uggghhhh!” he groaned while slamming his body into her releasing all inside her, “I love you,” he mumbled as he collapsed onto the back of her out of breath. Samantha snapped out of her daydream and back to reality. “I love you too,” she said out loud.

  Chapter 8

  Samantha could hear the sound of footsteps and knew it was time to go. Patrick, Douglas, and Charlie approached Murray’s body lying next to a tall thick pine tree. They kept the rifle high scanning the woods for any movement, and then they finally relaxed when they stood in front of Murray’s body. “You know I never question an order and you did so much for me, but only a fool wouldn’t ask questions. I got to ask why? Why did you kill your son and Murray? And why do you want Samantha dead so bad?” Charlie asked.

  “Because they all broke my heart. Murray was having an affair with my wife for years and I was just too blind to see it,” Patrick said while fighting back tears, and then noticed that Charlie and Douglas held their heads down. “Wait! Wait! Y’all knew and never said anything?” Patrick asked dumbfounded.

  “Umm…everyone in the town knew, Patrick,” Douglas replied.

  “So, you both knew this whole fucking time and no one said anything! Why? How could you?” Patrick shouted not believing what he just heard with his own ears. His heart knew so much pain in less than twenty-four hours.

  “Patrick, you are the kindest guy in the town and person anyone has ever met. No one had the heart to tell you what we already knew been going on? For crying out loud, Joshua looked like a mixed child, but you told everyone it’s because you have Indian in your family. Murray and Samantha had been sleeping together for years. It was none of our business to get involved in that. Besides if we did tell you, this right here would have been the reaction,” Douglas replied.

  “Ahhhh!” Patrick screamed while looking up in the sky. He took a few steps back to hide his t
ears from his friends. “Why God? Why?” Patrick shouted. He squinted his eyes as he noticed something way up in the pine tree where Murray’s body was lying next to at the bottom. He couldn’t make out what he was staring at. Charlie and Douglas looked up to see what caught Patrick’s attention.

  Samantha sat comfortably on the branch way up in the pine tree. A wicked smile spread a crossed her face as she aimed carefully, then releasing the bear trap. It fell at incredible speed. Before Charlie could realize what the object was, it was too late! The bear trap landed on top of his head and the large metal teeth clamped onto his neck. “Ahhhhhh!” Douglas and Patrick screamed out of shock.

  Charlie gasped for air and spit up blood. He dropped his gun and panicked while trying to get the trap off of his head. The large metal teeth were deeply jammed into his neck all around making it impossible for him to scream or speak. He walked in a circle while trying to remove it, but wasn’t strong enough. “Fuck! Oh shit!” Patrick shouted as he and Douglas rushed to Charlie’s aid. Patrick grabbed one side of the bear trap and Douglas grabbed the neck. “Okay on three we pull together,” Patrick said, “1-2-3,” Douglas and Patrick groaned while using all their might to pull the bear trap open and tossed it off Charlie’s neck. They weren't prepared for what happened next as it caused them both to scream like two high school girls scared of the boogeyman. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!” The metal teeth in the trap cut through Charlie’s neck so deep that it chopped half of it off. His head now hung sideways only connected to his body by a thin piece of skin. Blood squirted up like a volcano. Patrick and Douglas looked on in horror, as Charlie’s body was still moving around walking in circles. His lips moved and Patrick could read them. He repeatedly said, “Help me! Help me!” Charlie grabbed his head and pushed it straight back up onto his neck. His leg buckled as his body became weaker and weaker from the amount of blood he lost. Patrick and Douglas looked on in amazement shocked that Charlie was still alive. Then they heard what sounded like a cry, “Ahhhhhhh!” a scream that had hurt, pain, and anger all in one. They looked up to see Samantha jumping out of the high pine tree with a hand made spear that was six feet long using all her body weight sending the spear through Charlie’s open wound. Just as his neck fell to the side once more, the spear traveled through his body and came out between his legs pinning him to the ground.

  “What the fuck? What the fuck?” Patrick shouted repeatedly. Charlie’s head was hanging to the side while his arms and feet were moving, but he was pinned in one spot looking like a human twizzler. “I’m going to kill that bitch!” Patrick shouted while looking as Samantha who had landed behind Charlie.

  She was covered in blood with an evil twisted smile. Patrick aimed and fired. Samantha rolled and ducked behind a tree. “You killed our son!” Samantha shouted.

  “No woman! I killed yours and Murray’s son! How dare you have a love child and I raised him as mine. You have no idea how you destroyed me inside!” Patrick shouted.

  “Hahahaha!” Samantha’s laughter echoed through the woods, “You deserved it. You were too weak and too fucking kind. You think a woman wants that all the time. A woman needs to be choked and put in her place from time to time. Never once have you put me in my place. You let me walk all over you. You're too nice and too fucking weak. You always make love to me when I needed to be fucked, Patrick. That’s what Murray did. He treated me like his little slut. He fucked me hard. He gave me what I needed to carry on another day. Your soft as motherfucker!” Samantha shouted. “Why are you standing there letting her say those things? Let’s kill this bitch,” Douglas said looking at Patrick, who had the facial expression of a man, whom had his heart ripped out. He held his head down in shame. “Well, you can stand there and feel sorry for yourself, but I'm not. You're too good of a friend and person for this shit. I’ll kill this bitch myself!” Doulas shouted and took off running in the direction he seen Samantha go.

  “Wait! No don’t go! Things have changed!” Patrick shouted, but Douglas had already disappeared in the woods. Patrick pulled out the small bottle of Jack Daniels from his pocket and took three sips of it. The warm liquid traveled through his body easing his nerves and heart. “Things have changed were no longer hunting her. She’s now hunting us,” Patrick mumbled while taking another sip of Jack Daniels.

  Chapter 9

  To be a heavy set guy, Douglas was light on his feet and moved through the thick snow with ease. Snowflakes falling down made it almost impossible to see Samantha’s size six footprints in the snow. “I have to hurry up and catch up to her before the snow covers her trail. How can a woman or person be so damn cruel and cold hearted? I’m going to enjoy seeing that bitch’s head explode,” Douglas said out loud to himself. A smile spread across his face as he caught a glimpse of Samantha back, she was hopping through the snow. He raised his rifle and aimed and squeezed the trigger just as Samantha ducked behind a tree. The bullet flew past her head. “Too slow fat boy! Come get me!” Samantha shouted.

  “Let’s see how secretive your ass will be when I put a bullet in your head! You broke the heart of the kindness man there is. You're truly a cold-hearted bitch,” Douglas said while slowly stepping closer to the tree she was behind. He licked his lips knowing she was only a few feet away. Even if she ran out from behind the tree, she had nowhere to go. “I’ll be on your ass like white on rice,” Douglas said out loud then saw Samantha take off like rabbit hopping over snow and behind a tree a few feet on her right. Douglas squeezed the trigger and a bullet slammed into the snow.

  “You’re going to have to move faster than that fat boy,” Samantha said in a teasing tone.

  “Fucking bitch,” Douglas replied and stormed off running in her direction. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as he heard a clapping sound. He looked down to see that he had stepped in a bear trap that was covered in the snow making it hard for him to see. The metal teeth of the bear trap were deeply clamped into his calf muscle. “Ahhhhhhh!” he continued to holler in pain. Douglas dropped his rifle and bent over grabbing the large bear trap with both hands to pry it open. The sound of something cutting through the wind caused him to look up. His eyes opened up as wide as a quarter as he seen a spear flying towards him at incredible speed. The spear slammed into his left shoulder ripping through his body. Half the point of the spear now hung out his back. “Ahhhhhh! You fucking bitch. You slut ass hoe!” Before he could finish his next sentence Samantha grabbed another spear from behind the tree and looked like a champion Olympic spear thrower as she sent the spear crashing into his stomach. It ripped through the fat meat of his gut and traveled all the way through. “Ahhhhhhhh! Uggghhhh!” Douglas hollered as his intestines now hung out of his stomach. Another spear flew into the meat of his thigh causing him to fall sideways. His left hand touched the ground covered in the cold snow “Ahhhhh! You bitch!” he shouted as a bear trap went off on his hand sinking its teeth into his forearm. “Ahhhhhh!” he cried out in excruciating pain. He tried to pull his arm free while keeping his eyes on Samantha who had a six-foot spear in her hand and was walking towards him. Fear and pain traveled through Douglas’s body. “No… No! I won’t die like this,” he said as he looked at his rifle knowing he couldn't grab it without his left arm. He knew with just one free hand he wouldn't have the strength to free himself so he pulled with all his might. “Ahhhhhhh!” he hollered in agonizing pain as his skin stretched and tore. He continued to pull even though he wanted to pass out from the pain. He looked on and hollered as his arm ripped in half. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he screamed as he stared at his open wound where his forearm should be. There was now broken bone, raw flesh and meat, and blood squirting everywhere up into his face. He looked down and could see his detached arm still stuck in the bear trap.

  “You bastard! You killed my son. Now, I'm going to make every last one of you pay,” Douglas heard Samantha's voice say and it broke the trance he was in. Samantha kicked the rifle a few inches away out of his reach and stood behind him. Douglas had limited m
ovement and was unable to turn fully around, “Please don’t! What are you doing? Please don’t hurt me no more. I didn't kill Joshua. It wasn't me,” Douglas shouted in a terrifying tone as fear consumed his body and his heart raced. He could feel Samantha’s size six boot press against the back of his head. She applied pressure pushing him face forward towards the ground. “Wait! Wait! What are you doing? Please stop! I didn't kill Joshua!” Douglas shouted then vomited out of fear. His lunch mixed with everything else he had eaten rushed out of him. The warm vomit landed on a pile of snow in front of his face. The hot fluid from his body melted the snow in front of him. “Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” Douglas began to holler at the top of his lungs like an old lady being robbed for her purse. “Ahhhhhhh!” With the snow now melted away, he could see that his head was now between a bear trap and his face was only inches away from setting off the pressure pad to make it slam shut closed. The slightest touch will trigger it off. “Ahhhhhh!” he screamed while using his right hand to do a pushup to keep his head leveled. “Noo! Please stop! Don’t do it!” Douglas begged.

  “Fuck you all! Y’all killed my baby!” Samantha shouted. She raised her foot high and stomped on the back of his head and pulled her leg back with lightning speed.

  Patrick stumbled through the woods. “Damn that whiskey is stronger than I thought,” he said out loud then could hear Douglas screaming for dear life. He ran towards the noise as fast as he could through the thick snow. He reached the area where the screams were coming from. He looked down and could see a lump in the snow and years of hunting experience kicked in. He stepped over it knowing it was a bear trap. He could see Samantha’s back and Douglas on the ground with blood covering the snow. His right leg was stuck in a bear trap, his left arm was ripped off, and the detached hand and forearm was stuck in a bear trap. Samantha had her foot rested on the back of his head.