The Three Acts of Bad Benny
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“Uhhhh, damn phone. Whatchu say?”
“Fuck. Carly. Listen.”
Lee's frantic pacing has nearly rubbed a raw patch into the carpet. “I was there. I saw Benny blow Mr. Elliot's fucking head off.”
No static. Just silence.
“You know Carly likes to start drama.” Lee says, voice low bearing like he's breathing through a ventilator. Wishing every word that came out of his mouth hadn't come out of his mouth but knowing he lacks any resemblance of courage to have actually told the truth. “Stop lying Lee.” Carly shouts; tears running down her cheeks. “You told me on the phone that Benny shot Mr. Elliot. You told me.” The pain in her voice is evident, the fear, not yet.
Sean sits in the backseat of Lee's car watching everything. The headlights cast a picturesque scene of three people surrounded by darkness – their shadows stalking their every movement. Benny stands shoulders half arched forward, his hoodie adding a slight bulk to his small frame. He speaks with a smile half cocked to the left. His movements are minimal, his presence large.
“Carly says you're lying Lee. Lee says you're lying Carly. Who to believe?”
“She's lying Benny. Why would I tell her? That would just get me in trouble too.”
“Then how did I know Benny shot Mr. Elliot? Huh? Tell me that Lee?” Carly's teenage love stricken heart is centered on the betrayal and hurt she feels from Lee and has yet to grasp the full threat of the situation.
“Carly starts rumors Benny, you know that. And she's always telling people you're crazy.”
Lee's eyes are locked onto Benny, he can't bear to look at Carly and that knowing look. Her eyes expanded as wide as they can get, a mix of pain and anger swirling in her pupils, her top lip occasionally breaking into a smile, because she sometimes laughs when she cries. “Why are you lying Lee? I love you.”
“You're such a fucking liar.” Lee rushes over and pushes Carly into a pile of fallen leaves and broken tree branches. From the ground Carly fires back, kicking Lee in the shin. Then hopping up and kicking him even harder in the balls. Lee grabs hold of his baby maker as he drops, his upper body curled in a shape of a C. He hits the hard fall ground sideways – his hand full of throbbing penis.
“Whoa, whoa, stop!” Benny's half laughing, his gun out, aimed at the both of them. “If we're gonna be fight'n, let's do it right.”'
Carly kneels down to Lee's side and grabs hold of his hand, looks him in the eyes... “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you.”
“What are you doing?” Sean screams as he hops out of the car.
“Mindya fuck'n business sissy girl.”
The gravity of the situation finally hits Carly, she looks up at Benny, still holding Lee's hand. “Don't shoot Benny, please.” She's smiling a little, she hates when she does that, but she can't fucking help it.
“I'll tell Amanda I was joking about you shooting Mr. Elliot. And I promise to not tell anyone else.” Benny pulls a knife from his pocket and tosses it on the ground.
“If one of you kills the other. I won't have to shoot both of you because you'll be a killer like me.”
Benny cocks the gun as he begins to singsong, “eenie meenie miney moe...” Lee pushes Carly off of him and picks up the knife. Carly looks up at Lee, her face a mix of betrayal and shock, tears begin to run down her cheeks. “Please Lee, don't. I love you. I love you so much. Please don't do this Lee. Please.” Lee looks back at Benny who's playfully weaving the gun in the air as he, “catch a tiger by its...”
Carly gets to her feet. Lee turns and thrusts the knife into her abdomen. Carly lets out a loud horrible shriek as Lee digs the knife in deeper, twisting left then right. “I'm so sorry Carly. I love you.” He whispers into her ear.
The warmth of his breath is surprisingly comforting in the bitter air of the fall night. Her eyes begin to lose their sight, it starts off as just light blurry vision but then rapidly descends into blotches of darkness, growing with each slow blink of an eye.
“No, no, no. What have you done Benny?” Sean screams, banging on the hood of the car in confused frustration. What do I do? What can I do? He thinks. The thoughts running back and forth in his head like a song on repeat.
“Tighten up dat pussy sissy girl and go help Lee move the body deeper into the woods.” Benny's smile is exuberant, joyous, full of excitement as he watches Lee wipe the tears from his face, his hand holding the knife shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck you!!!” Sean screams as he runs full speed and tackles Benny to the ground. He swings wildly hitting Benny with every third punch. Suddenly Sean goes stiff. The sound of the gunshot freezes him. He looks over at Lee, who's looking over at him. That's when he looks down and sees the blood dripping down his shirt. Sean gets to his feet, his eyes following the blood up to a small hole on the upper left side of his chest.
“You shot me?” He says more surprised than angry.
“Dammit Sean! Why'd you make me do that?” Benny says scrambling to his feet. “Whyyou always gotta be the fuck'n hero.”
“You shot me Benny.” He didn't see it coming, he should have. Benny's crazy, and he knows that, but still, he didn't see it coming. ”You shot me.” The shock doesn't weaken as he leans back against the hood of the car, his hand the only thing keeping him upright.
“No shit, now shut da fuck up.”
Benny turns and shoots Lee in the leg. Lee stumbles backward tripping over Carly's body and falling back onto the ground. His head landing beside hers. He stares at her face, still sweet and pretty, death has yet to work its ill ways onto her soft flowery skin.
“I killed Carly, you said you wouldn't kill me if I killed her.”
Benny walks over, his hand squeezing the gun tightly, his blue eyes violent, as he slowly stalks down his prey.
“You're so fuck'n gullible, like a kid who believes in Santa Claus. It's pathetic.”
Tears begin to race down Lee's face. “Please Benny. I won't tell anyone. I promise.”
Benny keeps coming, not rushing, taking his time, making Lee suffer in the knowledge that his last few moments of life are being dragged out for pleasure.
“Before you die, I want you to know I fucked Carly a few months ago. She was an amazing slut.” Benny cocks a glaring smile. Lee tosses the knife at Benny, missing wide right.
Fuck, it's so warm. That was the first thing that popped into Benny's head when he put his hand over his throat. The warmth. Wet and hot. He turns around, blood gushing between his fingers. Sean's standing there, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. Benny drops to the ground, the blood pouring from his neck darkening the soil around him. He struggles to speak, the words inaudible mumbles. But he can't help but smile as he thinks... fuck'n sissy girl.
The end.
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