{"id":932,"date":"2020-06-03T17:38:01","date_gmt":"2020-06-03T21:38:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lydiaink.com\/?p=932"},"modified":"2020-10-04T17:57:39","modified_gmt":"2020-10-04T21:57:39","slug":"decapitated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/2020\/06\/03\/decapitated\/","title":{"rendered":"Decapitated"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I left her there, okay?\u00a0 I did.\u00a0 We argued; it wasn\u2019t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago.\u00a0 Being young and angry, I left her there.\u00a0 Now I&#8217;m tired of thinking about it.  The incompetence of the police isn&#8217;t my responsibility.\u00a0 When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We weren\u2019t an item, really.\u00a0 Sure we\u2026 you know.\u00a0 It was convenient.\u00a0 I can\u2019t help what she wrote about me in her diary, she didn\u2019t treat me like she\u2026 you know, loved me.\u00a0 Let&#8217;s face it she couldn&#8217;t pronounce the word, I&#8217;m surprised she could spell it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But listen, it\u2019s been a good twenty years and I\u2019ve moved on.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know what else I can tell you.\u00a0 You know I was almost married once. \u00a0Then I ended up on some news brief on the anniversary of her death; the 10th, I think.\u00a0 My fiance stopped coming around.\u00a0 I even picked up the phone once and called.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t return my call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So nobody\u2019s as sorry as me.\u00a0 Five years ago I hit a low spot.\u00a0 I lost my job, and the bills were piling up.\u00a0 I thought, what the hell, I\u2019ll call the guys in polyester suits and confess.\u00a0 But damn it, I didn\u2019t do it.\u00a0 I think that even my parents wonder if I killed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One more time?\u00a0 Sure, you\u2019re all liars, but okay, one more time, I&#8217;ll tell you all about it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It was the \u201890s, we were big into music.\u00a0 There was a sizeable crowd, the DJ was awesome and the music loud.\u00a0 I thought at one point we were going to orgy; the place was that high and happy.\u00a0 Around 3 AM we were all spent.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t want to leave, but I had to get home and pretend I wanted to go to church.\u00a0 It was her car, you understand.\u00a0 She wanted to stay and\u2026 you know.\u00a0 But I was tired and we could do that anytime.\u00a0 I told her so. She freaked.\u00a0 She started yelling at me, I was nothing but a user and a hypocrite and she would tell my parents.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Laughing in her face, I told her to go ahead &#8211; tell.\u00a0 My parents would just pray over me and make sure she never came near me.\u00a0\u00a0 They were probably waiting for me at the front door.\u00a0 I was seventeen years old. What could they do?\u00a0 I told her I would call the police if she wanted to get nasty. She was the 21-year-old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was a reprobate: Not proud of everything I&#8217;ve done or said to people.  Still I didn\u2019t kill her.\u00a0 I walked away with her screaming at me and that\u2019s the last I saw her.\u00a0 No, I didn\u2019t catch a ride; I walked home.\u00a0 And yes, it was quite the hike; I didn\u2019t get home until 6AM.\u00a0 Went to church like a good boy with my parents and they knew nothing until Wednesday when the police ended up at our front door.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s been long enough now that I feel sorry for my Dad.&nbsp; Big Baptist congregation and his one and only son in the middle of a murder investigation.&nbsp; College went out the window because of the lawyer\u2019s fees. The congregation slowly drifted away.&nbsp; He\u2019s a bitter man.&nbsp; I speak to him and Mom once a week.&nbsp; They don\u2019t ask me to visit.&nbsp; My Dad tells me he\u2019s praying for me.&nbsp; I don\u2019t know how to pray.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Listen, I wasn\u2019t even charged.\u00a0 Some think I did it, others say no way.\u00a0 Those who vouch for me are or were church going little hypocrites like me who sneaked out of their parents&#8217; house to smoke pot, have illicit sex and listen to beats.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Who ever killed her decapitated her, so they meant it.&nbsp; A messy way to end someone.&nbsp; Not my style.&nbsp; My style is to just walk away.&nbsp; Too bad she couldn\u2019t learn to do just that.&nbsp; Wasn\u2019t in her though, she always held her ground and screamed.&nbsp; Maybe who ever did it felt he needed to quiet her down somehow.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Come on, man, it\u2019s a joke.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I left her there, okay?  I did.  We had an argument; it wasn\u2019t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago.  I left her there.  I\u2019m tired now.  I can\u2019t help the police incompetence.  When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,19],"tags":[11,21,10],"class_list":["post-932","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-short-story","category-writing","tag-amwriting","tag-shortstory","tag-ww"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=932"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1909,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/932\/revisions\/1909"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}