Mike Grendon

Mike Grendon

A Story by Mrs Mania
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I wrote this short story, "Mike Grendon", on February 24, 2018.

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My heart quivered and my brain shook, as gravity had found a way to force ourselves apart.

"Oh, I heard you," I whispered. "I have heard every lie that has escaped your lips from the very moment I laid eyes upon you."

He stopped and stood in the doorway as if my words had somehow caught him off guard. Even I was paralyzed, for even though his back was turned to me, I could still sense the impounding danger that I was in. I could not see his eyes, but I knew they were daggers. I held my breath until I could not hold it any longer. I slowly exhaled and as I did, he turned around. I could then not only feel, but I could also see the outrage which had spread across his aged face.

I had no time to step back, nor had I the courage to speak, before he made his way back over to me in only two whole strides. My God, if looks could kill, I would be in pitch black staring up at a splintering slab of wood. I wanted to cry. My stomach was in knots. He smiled down at me, but I had known him long enough to know that this was not a genuine, kind smile. He was mocking me with his icy cold stare and I felt my heart shatter into pieces. I could feel it beating rapid. The anxiety... the fear... became a drum pounding away in my subconscious mind. It was as if I had declared war upon an all mighty and powerful Lord.

He struck me once, he struck me twice, and by the third blow, I was knocked to the floor. This wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. As I stared at the floor, I could not only see, but I could feel my own heartache from the past as if it were happening in the present.

I was seven months clean from the most dangerous, addictive drug known to mankind: Love. A relapse- the worst mistake imaginable known to an addict, but what could I say? The love was not only wicked, but everlasting. Something was different about him now. He was still the same man with the same admirable traits and faults he had when we first met, but he was calmer now. I was certain that he would not hurt me again. I can now say for certain that this would be the last time I would fall victim to his silver tongue. Love is wicked, the greatest pleasure, but the worst of pain.

I couldn't have been more wrong. I shouldn't be surprised, however, despite the fact of having major trust issues ever since I was a little girl, a part of me had always fought to see the good in people... even if there wasn't any.

After two months of attempting to regain my trust, I was surprised to find that he had actually succeeded. Not only that, but I was convinced that I was falling head over heals in love with him all over again. If only I had the ability to see at least two years into the future. By far, my deepest regret regret in life was being naive and desperate enough to give this monster of a man a second chance.

I had decided pretty early on that I did not want to have any children of my own. What I did want, however, was a dog. I never had the luxury of sharing a home with a dog when I was growing up due to the fact that my parents had no choice but to rent every place we had ever lived in.

It was finally Christmas Eve and I had been hinting to Mike about a dog for a couple of months now. Working night-shift as a nurse at the local hospital did not guarantee me Holidays off. I didn't mind. I enjoyed the extra pay. Besides, the majority of my coworkers had families of their own, which is why I never bothered to try and request off for the Holidays. I did not wish to take up time-off for those who actually needed it. I returned home a little after 7:30 in the morning after a long night's work to find Mike standing in the living room with a smile on his face. It was unusual for him to be awake at this hour. Still, I was happy to see him nonetheless.

"Good morning, what are you doing up so early?"

He smiled and gave me a wink. "Go upstairs, I have something for you."

Trying really hard not to look disappointed, I had figured that my "present " had something to do with our bedroom. Not that I was totally against the idea of intimacy, but a part of me was a bit hesitant due to our previous relationship to tell the truth.
Reluctantly, I followed him up the stairs and I paused briefly as I watched him approach our bedroom door. He opened it slowly and I could feel tears begin to dwell up in my eyes as a small chocolate lab puppy with a red ribbon attached to it's collar immediately dashed out and jumped into my arms. I scooped him up and held him close. He had soft brown eyes and it felt as though that puppy and I had developed an instant bond.

I remember wrapping my arms around Mike's neck, embracing him as I was too choked up with joy at the time to utter a word. When I could talk, I insisted that he be the one to choose a name for the puppy. I could tell this had meant a lot to him. As he thought, I knelt down and picked up the puppy who was now pawing at my feet, desperate to get my attention.

"Jack." The puppy looked up at Mike as if he had known that was his name. We smiled at each other as I cradled Jack in my arms.

Jack grew up fast and not only was it impossible for either of us to pick him up with one hand anymore, I was a struggle to even pick him up with two! Jack was two years old now and was obviously no longer a puppy. Still, he was just as excited to greet us at the door when we came home. Even though I had still considered him to be a young dog, Mike appeared to grow more and more stern with him. He was no longer allowed to get back up on the furniture and he even began to lose interest in him all together. I feared that he was beginning to lose interest in me too.

For a few months now, Mike would spend the moment he got home until it was time to go to bed sitting in his recliner, glued to the television screen. Nowadays, it was rare to see him without a six pack by his side. Needlesstosay, Jack and I had grown accustomed to hanging out and playing just the two of us. Occasionally, Mike would fall asleep in his recliner and I would allow Jack to lay in bed with me like he had when he was a puppy.

When Mike was not glued to the T.V. or if he simply did not have enough money to buy another six pack of beer, his mood went south. He often complained that I had spent too much time with the damn dog and not enough time with him. I allowed most of his nagging and complaining to go through one ear and out the other. Honestly, whenever I did spend time with him, he would easily become offended or even grow outraged when I was in no mood to be intimate. On one of his worst nights, he even went so far as to accuse me of having sexual relations with the dog.

I was disgusted with him. Had he lost his mind? He seemed to grow increasingly more agitated as I grew more and more distant from him. Even Jack would cower in his presence.

One evening, I was tempted to call-in to work. I was always on-time if not early and I had failed to miss a day's work. I decided against sabotaging my perfect attendance and to tell you the truth, I cringed at the thought of forcing extra strain on my coworkers; unless of course it was a true emergency. I decided that it would be best just to suck it up and go into work. The night would go by quicker if I were to go ahead and get it over with now. The night dragged on slowly and I was glad when it was finally time to clock out and go home.

As I pulled into the driveway, I hesitated for a moment after putting the car in park. I could not shake the overwhelming sense that something was wrong. As I climbed up the steps to the front door, I felt like my stomach was in knots. As soon as I opened the front door, I wished that I could go back in time to prevent myself from ever going into work last night. As I stepped into the living room, an awful stench filled my nostrils.
My heart dropped and I felt my knees buckle when I saw Mike sitting back in his recliner. His feet were stretched out and laid propped up against Jack's back. When you have been a nurse for as long as I have, viewing respirations becomes second nature. I knew that he was dead. Mike took one look over at me and smiled, "Don't worry sweetheart, he deserved that kindness from me."

© 2018 Mrs Mania


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I like the breakdown in the relationship as the story progresses,and I am fascinated to read something like this. The use of the puppy to show the insanity of Mike and the tainted love he has really was something I found interesting. The relationship revolves around sex, and when that is taken away, it ceases to function. That's an incredibly unhealthy relationship, and a position I've found myself in many times. I'm not 100% sure if this works completely well as a short story however, and I think if you peeled back a little bit in scale, it would work better. The opening scene with the abuse isn't in the right place I think, and to introduce us to this world like this can be a bit confusing. It seems like this is already an abusive relationship, and I'd like to see how she got herself into this position rather than being told she's in this position. That's just my suggestion.

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