Unforgiven
by Bonnie
H.
“They left the couch
mom!” Sarah Ann Proops called to her mother. Her father walked in.
“Wow! What an ugly
couch.” Greg Proops stated critically.
“I think it’s pretty! Can
I put it up in my room??? PLEASE???” Sarah pleaded with her father. Greg looked
at her. The couch was ugly to Greg. It was a very pale pink. Surprisingly it
went well with the rest of his daughter’s furniture. Greg sighed and looked at
the coach again.
“Go ahead.” Greg said. His daughter squealed
in delight and ran to pick out which room she wanted. There were a lot of them, the house was fairly big… too big for the three of
them… but it was what Jenny wanted. He followed his daughter upstairs and after
much debating she picked the one on the main floor. Greg sighed in relief; he
didn’t want to haul the couch upstairs. He very carefully slid it along the
floor into her room. It was pretty light so he let her place it so it was
perfect. They got all of her furniture moved in.
“Make sure you clean that
out and vacuum it young lady.” Jenny said walking into the room. She nodded and
grabbed a small trash bag. She pulled off the cushions. She saw a note and
since her father was standing there, she gave it to him. Greg opened it.
I don’t know who is holding this, but the need to get this all out is too
great. My name is Jeffery Davis, and I am the Unforgiven one. I don’t know how it all started. I
guess it was with the drugs. I knew I shouldn’t have taken them but the
temptation was too much, and the need was too great. I was failing in
everything… my job, my love life, and my life in general. It was actually
pretty sad. I was too proud to pay someone to have sex… that and I didn’t have
any money. So I started going into bars, getting high, and trying to get laid. That when I met a friend named Brad Sherwood. He was dating
a nice young lady named Shauna Smith. I laughed at her name, not because it was
funny but because I was on drugs and I was laughing at everything. I think Brad
knew I was on something… and he got me to stop eventually. We were just friends
though. He figured I was having problems if I was on drugs… so he put me in
rehab. It worked needless to say. He was a good friend and he said that as soon
as I was off the drugs he could get me a job. It was hard… withdrawal is a
bitch. But I did get over it eventually. So then I got a job… I was working as
an improviser on Whose Line is it Anyway? Yeah, it was
an awesome job and I met a lot of people. But Brad was still my best friend and
probably always will be. Then I joined another improvisation group. They were
called the Newtonics and I was an instant winner I
guess. Things had finally started to look up. There was one thing thought that
was always on the back of my mind but I knew it was true. I was in love with
Brad. His existence made me go wild. I had never been in love before so this
was all very new to me. I chose the secret admirer approach. I sent him flowers
and chocolate and lover letters and all sorts of stuff. He never knew it was me
because I never confessed. I guess he thought it was Shauna. I was going to
propose to him… and then my world came crashing down because he proposed to
Shauna. I was torn apart you know. But I guess you wouldn’t since you probably
don’t even know me. While needless to say… I wasn’t too proud to pay for sex
anymore and I was sleeping with more people than the president. But oh well. I
got back into drugs but it was stronger shit now… none of that weak ass stuff.
I’m talkin’ bout Crystal Meth
laced with a whole bunch of other shit. I was killing myself here. And I knew
it. Brad caught on and he threw me back into rehab. And we went out drinking.
The conversation is as clear to me now as it was then.
“Why’re
you doing drugs again Jeff?” He asked me… I thought he was being nice… I didn’t
think he cared… I started crying.
“Why do you give a fuck?
You’re off with Shauna all the time… don’t have time for me anymore! You never
loved me! GOD DAMNIT I WANTED TO MARRY YOU!!! AND ALL YOU DID WAS NOT EVEN
BOTHER TO ASK WHO ALL THAT SHIT WAS FROM! I spent a lot of fucking money on
you… and I love you. Sorry to break your bubble Sherwood, but life ain’t all
sugar.” I stormed out of the bar I was so pissed. And then I went and bought a
gun… I bought two bullets. And only two. I knew that
what I was about to do was unforgivable and it was going to hurt him. I went to
his apartment and shot Shauna threw the head. I went home then. This house was
my home. And I am going into the basement to shoot myself. I was already in the
process of getting it sold. I called my agent. I told her not to call me
because I wouldn’t call back. I told her that my house was vacant now. And I
went to shoot myself. I know I will have succeeded. My body will be in the
basement. Goodbye cruel world. I love you Bradley.
Jeffery Bryan Davis
Greg finished reading the
note and he ran into the basement. Sure enough on the floor was Jeff Davis in a
pool of dried blood. The gun was still in his hand. There was a slip of paper
in the other. The first paper said this:
Whoever finds this do not read the second paper. Please give it to Bradley
Sherwood.
Greg nodded and knew he’d do just that.
He shuddered as he noticed the second note had blood on it.