Entry 43.1.102 – 01/06/2014
It only took three days this time before the knock. You are getting messy, careless. Gerald, what are you thinking?
The police knocked twice on your door at approximately 7:24pm. You answered and of course badges were shown and the standard serious but courteous greetings were made. Their “posse” included two uniformed officers and two detectives, Seo, and Martin I believe. They, of course, had questions and you, of course, had answers.
It appears Gerald, that a charm bracelet belonging to Carol was found in the street in front of your home. They assured you that DNA had confirmed it. (more…)
Entry 43.1.74 – 12/09/2013
Heaven, I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak!
Oh Gerald how your day has been. How wonderful.
You finally got a chance to meet with your new manager. Sophia. She is a dream. An angel. She has been bringing each member of the staff into her office to introduce herself and listen to anything we feel we need to say. Today it was your turn and she is so genuine, honest and sweet. She’s very intelligent. You can tell. She seems so moral. So just. Don’t forget these qualities Gerald. You must always remember how happy you are to have her. Patience and diligence Gerald. Good things come to those who wait. Just like Momma said.
Would you believe on her second day she called Tom into her office and reprimanded him for his work ethic. Her second day! You now have someone to work for who has the same discipline and moral fiber that you have and you’ll work your fingers to the bone for your new leader. Yes you will. So refreshing. So refreshing. (more…)
Entry 43.1.68 – 12/03/2013
I got stood up tonight. It’s our date night. It’s always our date night. Our god damn date night for Christ’s sake. For years it’s been our night and she forgot about me. No, not forgot. She purposely did something else. Reschedule? Reschedule? No. No! “The first Tuesday of every month”, she said. “Five o’clock sharp”, she said. “I can’t wait to see you Gerald”, she said. All fucking lies.
Why is it different now? Why? I count on this. I need this. I need her. I need our talks. Every time it’s the same. I need that consistency. Since Momma died, since becoming this version of me, Dr. Linda has been my rock.
Now she thinks she can just reschedule. Just push me aside for something more important. Like a scrap. Like waste. Like filth.
What could be more important than our time together? What!?!
Ugh. You awful brute Gerald. Look at your language today. Disgraceful. Thirty lashes this time and make them count. Make them count. But first I must go stop that pathetic noise in the basement. Why can’t she learn?
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“Who’s in the basement?” asked Darren, holding his head in his hands. “Who’s he got in the basement?” He was sweating and tearing up and his voice quaked as he spoke. The look on his face was the look someone makes before they are going to be sick. “What’s going on down there? What’s he doing to her?” (more…)