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AliBoy wrote:
>A second chance.
>How this guy fights for the love of someone who he loved and lost
>and must do all and more to get her back.
>Go on, do that one
Simon rubbed his bare arms, and breathed out heavily. He still had over a mile to walk before he would arrive home, and it was cold. Simon hadn’t planned to walk home, Wendy, his girlfriend, sorry, his ex-girlfriend as of an hour ago, had driven him to the party, and they were supposed to go back to his place together.
Mind you, it wasn’t really Simon’s fault, it was those stupid jokes that his friends made.
“You can’t go telling people about the things we do together!” Wendy had said once Simon had managed to find her again. “No, used to go together. It’s not on Simon, I don’t want to see you again.”
Then she left.
Simon went back to the room in which his friends where now mixing cocktails.
“Cheers guys. Thanks, you’ve gone and blown it for me” he said, plonking himself down onto a chair.
“What did we do?” Asked Steve.
“You know what you said.” Replied Simon, “The jokes about Greek style. She heard, and she knows that I told you what we did together.”
“What, and she dumped you for that?” Asked Craig.
“Yes, she did. Thanks a lot.”
“You should be thanking me. She’s crazy. I’ve seen those scratches all over you too, she’ll hurt you mate” Said Craig.
“I’ve heard some funny stories too mate” Added Steve “But I didn’t want to spread things about.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m going home, I’ve had enough of this” said Simon.
But in all honesty that wasn’t all it was, it was more like the straw that broke the camels back, and Simon knew it. He hadn’t been there when she needed him, had laughed her off when she suggested they move in together, and he’d chosen a night out with his friends instead of her on one too many occasions.
But right now, out in the cold, with his nipples hard as little raised stones, he really missed her. He thought of how they met when he literally bumped into her outside the cinema, and how they were almost impossible to separate in the early days. He thought about the first time that they made love, whilst camping in North Wales. Then he thought about how much of a fool he had been. He had shared an intimate experience with Wendy, something neither of them had done ever before, and he went and bragged about it to his mates.
Simon felt very stupid. And cold.
He reached into the pocket in his jeans, and pulled out his mobile phone. He tried to call Wendy, but she didn’t answer. He stopped under a streetlight, and sent here a text message. “SORRY” Maybe when she got that she would call him, he hoped. Then come and pick him up. Well, he could hope.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Simon had received no reply. He was closer to home, but still very cold. He stopped to send another message “IM REALLY SORRY”. He knew it wouldn’t be enough, he’d have to do something really special to win her back, but what? At that time he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was cold, and wouldn’t be if he were still with Wendy.
Eventually Simon reached his home. He went in and made himself a nice hot cup of tea, and begun to think about how he could get Wendy back. Simon tried to think about all of the things that Wendy liked, special moments they had shared together, ways that he could make her realise that he cared about her. As his brain began to warm up he came up with a plan, two plans, and a back-up plan. Things would be fine again, Simon was sure of this.
It was Monday morning. Simon had phoned into his workplace to tell them that he was sick, and would probably be off for the best part of the week. Then he went down to the florists, and bought a dozen red roses. A plan sure to win back the heart of any woman, thought Simon. He walked into the office of Sturridge and Widnass, hiding his face behind the flowers. He spotted Wendy through a glass door, sitting talking to a couple from behind her desk.
“Surprise!” He said as he pushed the door open, before revealing his face by laying the flowers on the desk.
“Simon! I’m in a meeting here! Get out, I told you, it’s over”
“I’m sorry though Wendy! Me and you are great together!”
“Excuse me Sir,” said a voice standing by the door.
Simon turned to see Stuart, a work colleague of Wendy’s.
“I think it’s time you left,” said Stuart.
“But…” Simon started.
“NOW!” demanded Stuart
So out went Simon, with his tail between his legs. As he sat on the steps thoughts came into his head.
“I bet he fancies her”
“I bet he was glad when Wendy told him we’d split up.”
“Damn, dirty Stuart’s after my girl!”
Simon stood up, and started back towards the doors. No, it’s not the time, he realised, and turned back towards the road. It was time for Plan B.
Simon headed back into town, to the fancy chocolate shop. He bought a nicely presented box of chocolates, and headed towards Wendy’s house. He remembered how he used to love those ‘Milk Tray’ adverts, in which the handsome gentleman would leave the chocolates for a special lady.
Wendy lived on her own in a small bungalow just out of town. An aunt had left it to her, and still showed some of the signs of an elderly resident, where Wendy hadn’t quite got around to decorating the whole place yet.
Simon went around to the back of the bungalow, and pulled at the bathroom window. He knew it was weak, because Wendy had been talking about getting someone in to have a look at it. He was able to rattle the window loose of its catch, and get it open. He threw the chocolates in first, in order to use both hands to get in. The chocolates landed with a ‘plop’, a very worrying sound. He held onto the windowsill, and pulled himself up, with his feet desperate struggling to find a hold on the wall. He swung a leg round and up into the window. A bottle of perfume fell from the windowsill, and the sound of smashing glass followed shortly after. Simon swore to himself, before managing to swing himself around, into a position in which he could drop into the bathroom.
The chocolates were sticking out of the loo. Simon pulled them out, and the corner was all wet. Thank God that Wendy was a regular flusher, it was just a shame that she hadn’t put the lid down.
Simon headed out and towards the bedroom. He placed the box carefully on the bed, at a slight angle, like the bloke from the adverts always did. Then he realised that he there wasn’t a little white card, to say whom it was from. Simon went into the kitchen and started to look for something to make a tag with.
After turning out a collection of bills, and other slips of paper, Simon found something suitable. At the same time, he heard a car pulling up outside. Simon darted under the table to hide. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
He heard the key turn in the door. It opened, then closed again a moment later. Wendy made a few steps, then started to move much faster. Simon could here her pick up the phone.
“Hello, police please”
She gave her address. Simon panicked, and started to get up. He banged his head on the table as he did so.
Wendy heard the bang, and shouted down the phone “Christ, I think he’s still here, come quickly!”
Simon scurried from under the table
“Wendy, no, it’s me!” He cried
Wendy was already back outside the door by then though, and didn’t hear Simon calling.
He opened the door, and Wendy was getting into her car.
“Wendy” he called.
She looked around.
“Bloody Hell Simon! What are you doing? How did you get into my house?”
“I wanted to surprise you!”
“You scared the life out of me!”
“I’m sorry, you’re home early, I was just going to leave a present and go.”
“Yes, I was sent home, after your little performance it was thought to be for the best, once I’d finished apologising to our clients, anyway.”
“Did you like the flowers?”
“Yes, but Simon, it’s over between us, you can’t go talking behind my back.”
“I’m sorry though, I won’t do it again Wendy, you have to believe me!”
As Wendy begun to reply a police siren drowned her voice out.
A police officer moved swiftly out of the vehicle.
“Did you report a break in Miss?” He asked.
“Yes Officer, I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake? So there was no break in?” Asked the police officer.
“Well” said Simon, stepping forward “It was me, I wanted to surprise her.”
“Do you know this man then, Miss?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” said Simon.
The police officer gave Simon a look that warned him not to speak unless spoken to.
“My ex-boyfriend.” Said Wendy.
“And he broke in?” Asked the police officer.
“Yes, but he meant no harm. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Said Wendy.
“Well Miss, I don’t mind coming out to check on a young lady, but I’m going to have to give your ex here a bit of a talking to. You be careful now”
“Thank you” said Wendy.
“And you, get in the car, I’ll take you home.” Said the police officer, pointing at Simon.
As the car pulled off down the road, Simon looked back at Wendy.
“No looking back, boy. She says it’s over, you have to accept that.” Said the police officer
“Yes Sir” replied Simon.
“Breaking and entering is a serious offence. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the station.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” said Simon. He then pointed to the right.
“It’s that next turning” He said.
When Simon got back inside his house he sat with his head in his hands. So far his attempts at reconciliation had been complete disasters, but there was still his back up plan. It was getting on a bit now though, and he wasn’t sure if he’d have time to get to enough pet stores before they closed. Surely this time it would work, he thought, after all, it was one of her favourite films. How many other people would do that for a woman? Not many Simon thought, smiling to himself.
It was 5:30, and Simon was doing incredibly well. Much better than he had expected to do. It was good of Craig to lend his car, but Simon realised that he’d have a fit when he saw all of the dog hair in the back. It also smelt like on of the Dalmatians could have left a bit of a nasty present in the back. Mind you, it was Craig that was partially responsible, letting on that Simon had told, so perhaps he deserved it.
Simon was a long way short of 101 Dalmatians, but 36 were very impressive for an afternoon’s work. The animal shelter had a considerable amount, and a couple of the pet stores had some very nice puppies in. Actually, they weren’t all Dalmatians, but they were similar in colour, so Simon didn’t think that it would hurt. He didn’t think he’d need as many as 101 either, as many of the dogs were fully grown, so would have much more fur on them. Wendy was going to love this!
One by one Simon took the dogs into his apartment. This was against his rental agreement, but it wasn’t as if they’d be alive for long, so it didn’t matter, he thought. Simon grabbed his claw hammer, and struck each one on the top of the head, killing it instantly, and relatively mess free. At first he wasn’t hitting them hard enough, and they weren’t dying. He started to hit them harder, but some he hit too hard, and their heads splashed open over his floor, and all over his clothes. Simon was worried that some of the blood might spill onto the fur, making it unusable. With the remaining dogs he was much more careful, using only the force necessary to bring death to the dogs.
Once all of the dogs were dead he set about skinning them. The first one he tried was very difficult, the knife cuts were too messy, and the fur was ruined. An idea popped into Simon’s head, from something he had seen on a TV show. Some guy had boiled a rabbit alive, then yanked it’s skin off. Perhaps he could do that with the dogs?
Simon ran a bath full of hot water. He boiled saucepans to add to it, as well as water from the kettle. He placed one of the smaller dogs inside. Looking at the colour again it definitely wasn’t a Dalmatian. Never mind. After a minute in the water Simon pulled in out. He made a cut around the neck, and pulled at the fir. Much easier, the flesh stuck to the body, far less messy.
Still, it took all night to skin them all. Stitching them together was quite another problem. Simon wasn’t quite sure how to make the arms and the body shape properly. Eventually, after pulling apart one of his own coats, Simon managed to work out how to do it. It was now evening again, Simon had been working on the coat for 24 hours without stopping, but he didn’t feel tired, he could taste the victory. It would fit Wendy perfectly, he thought. She’d love it, and she’d love him.
Simon threw the coat into a bag, left the house and got into Craig’s car. It smelt of dog. Simon opened the window, then headed off to Wendy’s place.
He banged on the door.
“Wendy! I have a gift for you!” He shouted, and continued to bang away.
Wendy eventually opened the door.
“Simon, I’ve had enough, you have to leave me alone now, move on.” She pleaded.
“But look what I made for you!” Simon pulled the coat from out of his bag.
Wendy stood and looked at it in complete shock. Those spots of black on the white fur, it was a Dalmatian coat! She grabbed it from, and threw it on. She didn’t notice the patch that had clearly come from a Collie dog, or the smears of blood down one arm.
“I love you Simon, I’m sorry I was so stupid!” cried Wendy.
“I love you too Wendy” said Simon as they hugged.
Simon stood holding Wendy and began to wonder why he had bothered with the flowers and chocolates, any man could have done that. But when you meet a girl outside a specialist cinema for their type you know she needs more than flowers and chocolates to keep her happy. Looking at Wendy in her Dalmatian coat reminded him again of their time in North Wales, when they had slaughtered a flock of sheep together, and rolled naked amongst the corpses. When they first made love.
But this moment topped that. Why had he let himself be lead away by so called friends? He was almost living a normal life again. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d met with the group, been to a sacrifice. But all that would change now. He was going to head straight over to see Samson in the morning, see if he could get his relationship with Wendy blessed at the next meeting.
He wouldn’t let things slip again.
>A second chance.
>How this guy fights for the love of someone who he loved and lost
>and must do all and more to get her back.
>Go on, do that one
Simon rubbed his bare arms, and breathed out heavily. He still had over a mile to walk before he would arrive home, and it was cold. Simon hadn’t planned to walk home, Wendy, his girlfriend, sorry, his ex-girlfriend as of an hour ago, had driven him to the party, and they were supposed to go back to his place together.
Mind you, it wasn’t really Simon’s fault, it was those stupid jokes that his friends made.
“You can’t go telling people about the things we do together!” Wendy had said once Simon had managed to find her again. “No, used to go together. It’s not on Simon, I don’t want to see you again.”
Then she left.
Simon went back to the room in which his friends where now mixing cocktails.
“Cheers guys. Thanks, you’ve gone and blown it for me” he said, plonking himself down onto a chair.
“What did we do?” Asked Steve.
“You know what you said.” Replied Simon, “The jokes about Greek style. She heard, and she knows that I told you what we did together.”
“What, and she dumped you for that?” Asked Craig.
“Yes, she did. Thanks a lot.”
“You should be thanking me. She’s crazy. I’ve seen those scratches all over you too, she’ll hurt you mate” Said Craig.
“I’ve heard some funny stories too mate” Added Steve “But I didn’t want to spread things about.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m going home, I’ve had enough of this” said Simon.
But in all honesty that wasn’t all it was, it was more like the straw that broke the camels back, and Simon knew it. He hadn’t been there when she needed him, had laughed her off when she suggested they move in together, and he’d chosen a night out with his friends instead of her on one too many occasions.
But right now, out in the cold, with his nipples hard as little raised stones, he really missed her. He thought of how they met when he literally bumped into her outside the cinema, and how they were almost impossible to separate in the early days. He thought about the first time that they made love, whilst camping in North Wales. Then he thought about how much of a fool he had been. He had shared an intimate experience with Wendy, something neither of them had done ever before, and he went and bragged about it to his mates.
Simon felt very stupid. And cold.
He reached into the pocket in his jeans, and pulled out his mobile phone. He tried to call Wendy, but she didn’t answer. He stopped under a streetlight, and sent here a text message. “SORRY” Maybe when she got that she would call him, he hoped. Then come and pick him up. Well, he could hope.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Simon had received no reply. He was closer to home, but still very cold. He stopped to send another message “IM REALLY SORRY”. He knew it wouldn’t be enough, he’d have to do something really special to win her back, but what? At that time he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was cold, and wouldn’t be if he were still with Wendy.
Eventually Simon reached his home. He went in and made himself a nice hot cup of tea, and begun to think about how he could get Wendy back. Simon tried to think about all of the things that Wendy liked, special moments they had shared together, ways that he could make her realise that he cared about her. As his brain began to warm up he came up with a plan, two plans, and a back-up plan. Things would be fine again, Simon was sure of this.
It was Monday morning. Simon had phoned into his workplace to tell them that he was sick, and would probably be off for the best part of the week. Then he went down to the florists, and bought a dozen red roses. A plan sure to win back the heart of any woman, thought Simon. He walked into the office of Sturridge and Widnass, hiding his face behind the flowers. He spotted Wendy through a glass door, sitting talking to a couple from behind her desk.
“Surprise!” He said as he pushed the door open, before revealing his face by laying the flowers on the desk.
“Simon! I’m in a meeting here! Get out, I told you, it’s over”
“I’m sorry though Wendy! Me and you are great together!”
“Excuse me Sir,” said a voice standing by the door.
Simon turned to see Stuart, a work colleague of Wendy’s.
“I think it’s time you left,” said Stuart.
“But…” Simon started.
“NOW!” demanded Stuart
So out went Simon, with his tail between his legs. As he sat on the steps thoughts came into his head.
“I bet he fancies her”
“I bet he was glad when Wendy told him we’d split up.”
“Damn, dirty Stuart’s after my girl!”
Simon stood up, and started back towards the doors. No, it’s not the time, he realised, and turned back towards the road. It was time for Plan B.
Simon headed back into town, to the fancy chocolate shop. He bought a nicely presented box of chocolates, and headed towards Wendy’s house. He remembered how he used to love those ‘Milk Tray’ adverts, in which the handsome gentleman would leave the chocolates for a special lady.
Wendy lived on her own in a small bungalow just out of town. An aunt had left it to her, and still showed some of the signs of an elderly resident, where Wendy hadn’t quite got around to decorating the whole place yet.
Simon went around to the back of the bungalow, and pulled at the bathroom window. He knew it was weak, because Wendy had been talking about getting someone in to have a look at it. He was able to rattle the window loose of its catch, and get it open. He threw the chocolates in first, in order to use both hands to get in. The chocolates landed with a ‘plop’, a very worrying sound. He held onto the windowsill, and pulled himself up, with his feet desperate struggling to find a hold on the wall. He swung a leg round and up into the window. A bottle of perfume fell from the windowsill, and the sound of smashing glass followed shortly after. Simon swore to himself, before managing to swing himself around, into a position in which he could drop into the bathroom.
The chocolates were sticking out of the loo. Simon pulled them out, and the corner was all wet. Thank God that Wendy was a regular flusher, it was just a shame that she hadn’t put the lid down.
Simon headed out and towards the bedroom. He placed the box carefully on the bed, at a slight angle, like the bloke from the adverts always did. Then he realised that he there wasn’t a little white card, to say whom it was from. Simon went into the kitchen and started to look for something to make a tag with.
After turning out a collection of bills, and other slips of paper, Simon found something suitable. At the same time, he heard a car pulling up outside. Simon darted under the table to hide. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
He heard the key turn in the door. It opened, then closed again a moment later. Wendy made a few steps, then started to move much faster. Simon could here her pick up the phone.
“Hello, police please”
She gave her address. Simon panicked, and started to get up. He banged his head on the table as he did so.
Wendy heard the bang, and shouted down the phone “Christ, I think he’s still here, come quickly!”
Simon scurried from under the table
“Wendy, no, it’s me!” He cried
Wendy was already back outside the door by then though, and didn’t hear Simon calling.
He opened the door, and Wendy was getting into her car.
“Wendy” he called.
She looked around.
“Bloody Hell Simon! What are you doing? How did you get into my house?”
“I wanted to surprise you!”
“You scared the life out of me!”
“I’m sorry, you’re home early, I was just going to leave a present and go.”
“Yes, I was sent home, after your little performance it was thought to be for the best, once I’d finished apologising to our clients, anyway.”
“Did you like the flowers?”
“Yes, but Simon, it’s over between us, you can’t go talking behind my back.”
“I’m sorry though, I won’t do it again Wendy, you have to believe me!”
As Wendy begun to reply a police siren drowned her voice out.
A police officer moved swiftly out of the vehicle.
“Did you report a break in Miss?” He asked.
“Yes Officer, I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake? So there was no break in?” Asked the police officer.
“Well” said Simon, stepping forward “It was me, I wanted to surprise her.”
“Do you know this man then, Miss?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” said Simon.
The police officer gave Simon a look that warned him not to speak unless spoken to.
“My ex-boyfriend.” Said Wendy.
“And he broke in?” Asked the police officer.
“Yes, but he meant no harm. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Said Wendy.
“Well Miss, I don’t mind coming out to check on a young lady, but I’m going to have to give your ex here a bit of a talking to. You be careful now”
“Thank you” said Wendy.
“And you, get in the car, I’ll take you home.” Said the police officer, pointing at Simon.
As the car pulled off down the road, Simon looked back at Wendy.
“No looking back, boy. She says it’s over, you have to accept that.” Said the police officer
“Yes Sir” replied Simon.
“Breaking and entering is a serious offence. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the station.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” said Simon. He then pointed to the right.
“It’s that next turning” He said.
When Simon got back inside his house he sat with his head in his hands. So far his attempts at reconciliation had been complete disasters, but there was still his back up plan. It was getting on a bit now though, and he wasn’t sure if he’d have time to get to enough pet stores before they closed. Surely this time it would work, he thought, after all, it was one of her favourite films. How many other people would do that for a woman? Not many Simon thought, smiling to himself.
It was 5:30, and Simon was doing incredibly well. Much better than he had expected to do. It was good of Craig to lend his car, but Simon realised that he’d have a fit when he saw all of the dog hair in the back. It also smelt like on of the Dalmatians could have left a bit of a nasty present in the back. Mind you, it was Craig that was partially responsible, letting on that Simon had told, so perhaps he deserved it.
Simon was a long way short of 101 Dalmatians, but 36 were very impressive for an afternoon’s work. The animal shelter had a considerable amount, and a couple of the pet stores had some very nice puppies in. Actually, they weren’t all Dalmatians, but they were similar in colour, so Simon didn’t think that it would hurt. He didn’t think he’d need as many as 101 either, as many of the dogs were fully grown, so would have much more fur on them. Wendy was going to love this!
One by one Simon took the dogs into his apartment. This was against his rental agreement, but it wasn’t as if they’d be alive for long, so it didn’t matter, he thought. Simon grabbed his claw hammer, and struck each one on the top of the head, killing it instantly, and relatively mess free. At first he wasn’t hitting them hard enough, and they weren’t dying. He started to hit them harder, but some he hit too hard, and their heads splashed open over his floor, and all over his clothes. Simon was worried that some of the blood might spill onto the fur, making it unusable. With the remaining dogs he was much more careful, using only the force necessary to bring death to the dogs.
Once all of the dogs were dead he set about skinning them. The first one he tried was very difficult, the knife cuts were too messy, and the fur was ruined. An idea popped into Simon’s head, from something he had seen on a TV show. Some guy had boiled a rabbit alive, then yanked it’s skin off. Perhaps he could do that with the dogs?
Simon ran a bath full of hot water. He boiled saucepans to add to it, as well as water from the kettle. He placed one of the smaller dogs inside. Looking at the colour again it definitely wasn’t a Dalmatian. Never mind. After a minute in the water Simon pulled in out. He made a cut around the neck, and pulled at the fir. Much easier, the flesh stuck to the body, far less messy.
Still, it took all night to skin them all. Stitching them together was quite another problem. Simon wasn’t quite sure how to make the arms and the body shape properly. Eventually, after pulling apart one of his own coats, Simon managed to work out how to do it. It was now evening again, Simon had been working on the coat for 24 hours without stopping, but he didn’t feel tired, he could taste the victory. It would fit Wendy perfectly, he thought. She’d love it, and she’d love him.
Simon threw the coat into a bag, left the house and got into Craig’s car. It smelt of dog. Simon opened the window, then headed off to Wendy’s place.
He banged on the door.
“Wendy! I have a gift for you!” He shouted, and continued to bang away.
Wendy eventually opened the door.
“Simon, I’ve had enough, you have to leave me alone now, move on.” She pleaded.
“But look what I made for you!” Simon pulled the coat from out of his bag.
Wendy stood and looked at it in complete shock. Those spots of black on the white fur, it was a Dalmatian coat! She grabbed it from, and threw it on. She didn’t notice the patch that had clearly come from a Collie dog, or the smears of blood down one arm.
“I love you Simon, I’m sorry I was so stupid!” cried Wendy.
“I love you too Wendy” said Simon as they hugged.
Simon stood holding Wendy and began to wonder why he had bothered with the flowers and chocolates, any man could have done that. But when you meet a girl outside a specialist cinema for their type you know she needs more than flowers and chocolates to keep her happy. Looking at Wendy in her Dalmatian coat reminded him again of their time in North Wales, when they had slaughtered a flock of sheep together, and rolled naked amongst the corpses. When they first made love.
But this moment topped that. Why had he let himself be lead away by so called friends? He was almost living a normal life again. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d met with the group, been to a sacrifice. But all that would change now. He was going to head straight over to see Samson in the morning, see if he could get his relationship with Wendy blessed at the next meeting.
He wouldn’t let things slip again.
genius
liked that, a lot. Rather sick but a cool story.
Well done
liked that, a lot. Rather sick but a cool story.
Well done
Very cool. Sick too, I like that.
AliBoy wrote:
>A second chance.
>How this guy fights for the love of someone who he loved and lost
>and must do all and more to get her back.
>Go on, do that one
Simon rubbed his bare arms, and breathed out heavily. He still had over a mile to walk before he would arrive home, and it was cold. Simon hadn’t planned to walk home, Wendy, his girlfriend, sorry, his ex-girlfriend as of an hour ago, had driven him to the party, and they were supposed to go back to his place together.
Mind you, it wasn’t really Simon’s fault, it was those stupid jokes that his friends made.
“You can’t go telling people about the things we do together!” Wendy had said once Simon had managed to find her again. “No, used to go together. It’s not on Simon, I don’t want to see you again.”
Then she left.
Simon went back to the room in which his friends where now mixing cocktails.
“Cheers guys. Thanks, you’ve gone and blown it for me” he said, plonking himself down onto a chair.
“What did we do?” Asked Steve.
“You know what you said.” Replied Simon, “The jokes about Greek style. She heard, and she knows that I told you what we did together.”
“What, and she dumped you for that?” Asked Craig.
“Yes, she did. Thanks a lot.”
“You should be thanking me. She’s crazy. I’ve seen those scratches all over you too, she’ll hurt you mate” Said Craig.
“I’ve heard some funny stories too mate” Added Steve “But I didn’t want to spread things about.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m going home, I’ve had enough of this” said Simon.
But in all honesty that wasn’t all it was, it was more like the straw that broke the camels back, and Simon knew it. He hadn’t been there when she needed him, had laughed her off when she suggested they move in together, and he’d chosen a night out with his friends instead of her on one too many occasions.
But right now, out in the cold, with his nipples hard as little raised stones, he really missed her. He thought of how they met when he literally bumped into her outside the cinema, and how they were almost impossible to separate in the early days. He thought about the first time that they made love, whilst camping in North Wales. Then he thought about how much of a fool he had been. He had shared an intimate experience with Wendy, something neither of them had done ever before, and he went and bragged about it to his mates.
Simon felt very stupid. And cold.
He reached into the pocket in his jeans, and pulled out his mobile phone. He tried to call Wendy, but she didn’t answer. He stopped under a streetlight, and sent here a text message. “SORRY” Maybe when she got that she would call him, he hoped. Then come and pick him up. Well, he could hope.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Simon had received no reply. He was closer to home, but still very cold. He stopped to send another message “IM REALLY SORRY”. He knew it wouldn’t be enough, he’d have to do something really special to win her back, but what? At that time he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was cold, and wouldn’t be if he were still with Wendy.
Eventually Simon reached his home. He went in and made himself a nice hot cup of tea, and begun to think about how he could get Wendy back. Simon tried to think about all of the things that Wendy liked, special moments they had shared together, ways that he could make her realise that he cared about her. As his brain began to warm up he came up with a plan, two plans, and a back-up plan. Things would be fine again, Simon was sure of this.
It was Monday morning. Simon had phoned into his workplace to tell them that he was sick, and would probably be off for the best part of the week. Then he went down to the florists, and bought a dozen red roses. A plan sure to win back the heart of any woman, thought Simon. He walked into the office of Sturridge and Widnass, hiding his face behind the flowers. He spotted Wendy through a glass door, sitting talking to a couple from behind her desk.
“Surprise!” He said as he pushed the door open, before revealing his face by laying the flowers on the desk.
“Simon! I’m in a meeting here! Get out, I told you, it’s over”
“I’m sorry though Wendy! Me and you are great together!”
“Excuse me Sir,” said a voice standing by the door.
Simon turned to see Stuart, a work colleague of Wendy’s.
“I think it’s time you left,” said Stuart.
“But…” Simon started.
“NOW!” demanded Stuart
So out went Simon, with his tail between his legs. As he sat on the steps thoughts came into his head.
“I bet he fancies her”
“I bet he was glad when Wendy told him we’d split up.”
“Damn, dirty Stuart’s after my girl!”
Simon stood up, and started back towards the doors. No, it’s not the time, he realised, and turned back towards the road. It was time for Plan B.
Simon headed back into town, to the fancy chocolate shop. He bought a nicely presented box of chocolates, and headed towards Wendy’s house. He remembered how he used to love those ‘Milk Tray’ adverts, in which the handsome gentleman would leave the chocolates for a special lady.
Wendy lived on her own in a small bungalow just out of town. An aunt had left it to her, and still showed some of the signs of an elderly resident, where Wendy hadn’t quite got around to decorating the whole place yet.
Simon went around to the back of the bungalow, and pulled at the bathroom window. He knew it was weak, because Wendy had been talking about getting someone in to have a look at it. He was able to rattle the window loose of its catch, and get it open. He threw the chocolates in first, in order to use both hands to get in. The chocolates landed with a ‘plop’, a very worrying sound. He held onto the windowsill, and pulled himself up, with his feet desperate struggling to find a hold on the wall. He swung a leg round and up into the window. A bottle of perfume fell from the windowsill, and the sound of smashing glass followed shortly after. Simon swore to himself, before managing to swing himself around, into a position in which he could drop into the bathroom.
The chocolates were sticking out of the loo. Simon pulled them out, and the corner was all wet. Thank God that Wendy was a regular flusher, it was just a shame that she hadn’t put the lid down.
Simon headed out and towards the bedroom. He placed the box carefully on the bed, at a slight angle, like the bloke from the adverts always did. Then he realised that he there wasn’t a little white card, to say whom it was from. Simon went into the kitchen and started to look for something to make a tag with.
After turning out a collection of bills, and other slips of paper, Simon found something suitable. At the same time, he heard a car pulling up outside. Simon darted under the table to hide. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
He heard the key turn in the door. It opened, then closed again a moment later. Wendy made a few steps, then started to move much faster. Simon could here her pick up the phone.
“Hello, police please”
She gave her address. Simon panicked, and started to get up. He banged his head on the table as he did so.
Wendy heard the bang, and shouted down the phone “Christ, I think he’s still here, come quickly!”
Simon scurried from under the table
“Wendy, no, it’s me!” He cried
Wendy was already back outside the door by then though, and didn’t hear Simon calling.
He opened the door, and Wendy was getting into her car.
“Wendy” he called.
She looked around.
“Bloody Hell Simon! What are you doing? How did you get into my house?”
“I wanted to surprise you!”
“You scared the life out of me!”
“I’m sorry, you’re home early, I was just going to leave a present and go.”
“Yes, I was sent home, after your little performance it was thought to be for the best, once I’d finished apologising to our clients, anyway.”
“Did you like the flowers?”
“Yes, but Simon, it’s over between us, you can’t go talking behind my back.”
“I’m sorry though, I won’t do it again Wendy, you have to believe me!”
As Wendy begun to reply a police siren drowned her voice out.
A police officer moved swiftly out of the vehicle.
“Did you report a break in Miss?” He asked.
“Yes Officer, I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake? So there was no break in?” Asked the police officer.
“Well” said Simon, stepping forward “It was me, I wanted to surprise her.”
“Do you know this man then, Miss?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” said Simon.
The police officer gave Simon a look that warned him not to speak unless spoken to.
“My ex-boyfriend.” Said Wendy.
“And he broke in?” Asked the police officer.
“Yes, but he meant no harm. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Said Wendy.
“Well Miss, I don’t mind coming out to check on a young lady, but I’m going to have to give your ex here a bit of a talking to. You be careful now”
“Thank you” said Wendy.
“And you, get in the car, I’ll take you home.” Said the police officer, pointing at Simon.
As the car pulled off down the road, Simon looked back at Wendy.
“No looking back, boy. She says it’s over, you have to accept that.” Said the police officer
“Yes Sir” replied Simon.
“Breaking and entering is a serious offence. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the station.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” said Simon. He then pointed to the right.
“It’s that next turning” He said.
When Simon got back inside his house he sat with his head in his hands. So far his attempts at reconciliation had been complete disasters, but there was still his back up plan. It was getting on a bit now though, and he wasn’t sure if he’d have time to get to enough pet stores before they closed. Surely this time it would work, he thought, after all, it was one of her favourite films. How many other people would do that for a woman? Not many Simon thought, smiling to himself.
It was 5:30, and Simon was doing incredibly well. Much better than he had expected to do. It was good of Craig to lend his car, but Simon realised that he’d have a fit when he saw all of the dog hair in the back. It also smelt like on of the Dalmatians could have left a bit of a nasty present in the back. Mind you, it was Craig that was partially responsible, letting on that Simon had told, so perhaps he deserved it.
Simon was a long way short of 101 Dalmatians, but 36 were very impressive for an afternoon’s work. The animal shelter had a considerable amount, and a couple of the pet stores had some very nice puppies in. Actually, they weren’t all Dalmatians, but they were similar in colour, so Simon didn’t think that it would hurt. He didn’t think he’d need as many as 101 either, as many of the dogs were fully grown, so would have much more fur on them. Wendy was going to love this!
One by one Simon took the dogs into his apartment. This was against his rental agreement, but it wasn’t as if they’d be alive for long, so it didn’t matter, he thought. Simon grabbed his claw hammer, and struck each one on the top of the head, killing it instantly, and relatively mess free. At first he wasn’t hitting them hard enough, and they weren’t dying. He started to hit them harder, but some he hit too hard, and their heads splashed open over his floor, and all over his clothes. Simon was worried that some of the blood might spill onto the fur, making it unusable. With the remaining dogs he was much more careful, using only the force necessary to bring death to the dogs.
Once all of the dogs were dead he set about skinning them. The first one he tried was very difficult, the knife cuts were too messy, and the fur was ruined. An idea popped into Simon’s head, from something he had seen on a TV show. Some guy had boiled a rabbit alive, then yanked it’s skin off. Perhaps he could do that with the dogs?
Simon ran a bath full of hot water. He boiled saucepans to add to it, as well as water from the kettle. He placed one of the smaller dogs inside. Looking at the colour again it definitely wasn’t a Dalmatian. Never mind. After a minute in the water Simon pulled in out. He made a cut around the neck, and pulled at the fir. Much easier, the flesh stuck to the body, far less messy.
Still, it took all night to skin them all. Stitching them together was quite another problem. Simon wasn’t quite sure how to make the arms and the body shape properly. Eventually, after pulling apart one of his own coats, Simon managed to work out how to do it. It was now evening again, Simon had been working on the coat for 24 hours without stopping, but he didn’t feel tired, he could taste the victory. It would fit Wendy perfectly, he thought. She’d love it, and she’d love him.
Simon threw the coat into a bag, left the house and got into Craig’s car. It smelt of dog. Simon opened the window, then headed off to Wendy’s place.
He banged on the door.
“Wendy! I have a gift for you!” He shouted, and continued to bang away.
Wendy eventually opened the door.
“Simon, I’ve had enough, you have to leave me alone now, move on.” She pleaded.
“But look what I made for you!” Simon pulled the coat from out of his bag.
Wendy stood and looked at it in complete shock. Those spots of black on the white fur, it was a Dalmatian coat! She grabbed it from, and threw it on. She didn’t notice the patch that had clearly come from a Collie dog, or the smears of blood down one arm.
“I love you Simon, I’m sorry I was so stupid!” cried Wendy.
“I love you too Wendy” said Simon as they hugged.
Simon stood holding Wendy and began to wonder why he had bothered with the flowers and chocolates, any man could have done that. But when you meet a girl outside a specialist cinema for their type you know she needs more than flowers and chocolates to keep her happy. Looking at Wendy in her Dalmatian coat reminded him again of their time in North Wales, when they had slaughtered a flock of sheep together, and rolled naked amongst the corpses. When they first made love.
But this moment topped that. Why had he let himself be lead away by so called friends? He was almost living a normal life again. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d met with the group, been to a sacrifice. But all that would change now. He was going to head straight over to see Samson in the morning, see if he could get his relationship with Wendy blessed at the next meeting.
He wouldn’t let things slip again.
>A second chance.
>How this guy fights for the love of someone who he loved and lost
>and must do all and more to get her back.
>Go on, do that one
Simon rubbed his bare arms, and breathed out heavily. He still had over a mile to walk before he would arrive home, and it was cold. Simon hadn’t planned to walk home, Wendy, his girlfriend, sorry, his ex-girlfriend as of an hour ago, had driven him to the party, and they were supposed to go back to his place together.
Mind you, it wasn’t really Simon’s fault, it was those stupid jokes that his friends made.
“You can’t go telling people about the things we do together!” Wendy had said once Simon had managed to find her again. “No, used to go together. It’s not on Simon, I don’t want to see you again.”
Then she left.
Simon went back to the room in which his friends where now mixing cocktails.
“Cheers guys. Thanks, you’ve gone and blown it for me” he said, plonking himself down onto a chair.
“What did we do?” Asked Steve.
“You know what you said.” Replied Simon, “The jokes about Greek style. She heard, and she knows that I told you what we did together.”
“What, and she dumped you for that?” Asked Craig.
“Yes, she did. Thanks a lot.”
“You should be thanking me. She’s crazy. I’ve seen those scratches all over you too, she’ll hurt you mate” Said Craig.
“I’ve heard some funny stories too mate” Added Steve “But I didn’t want to spread things about.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m going home, I’ve had enough of this” said Simon.
But in all honesty that wasn’t all it was, it was more like the straw that broke the camels back, and Simon knew it. He hadn’t been there when she needed him, had laughed her off when she suggested they move in together, and he’d chosen a night out with his friends instead of her on one too many occasions.
But right now, out in the cold, with his nipples hard as little raised stones, he really missed her. He thought of how they met when he literally bumped into her outside the cinema, and how they were almost impossible to separate in the early days. He thought about the first time that they made love, whilst camping in North Wales. Then he thought about how much of a fool he had been. He had shared an intimate experience with Wendy, something neither of them had done ever before, and he went and bragged about it to his mates.
Simon felt very stupid. And cold.
He reached into the pocket in his jeans, and pulled out his mobile phone. He tried to call Wendy, but she didn’t answer. He stopped under a streetlight, and sent here a text message. “SORRY” Maybe when she got that she would call him, he hoped. Then come and pick him up. Well, he could hope.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Simon had received no reply. He was closer to home, but still very cold. He stopped to send another message “IM REALLY SORRY”. He knew it wouldn’t be enough, he’d have to do something really special to win her back, but what? At that time he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was cold, and wouldn’t be if he were still with Wendy.
Eventually Simon reached his home. He went in and made himself a nice hot cup of tea, and begun to think about how he could get Wendy back. Simon tried to think about all of the things that Wendy liked, special moments they had shared together, ways that he could make her realise that he cared about her. As his brain began to warm up he came up with a plan, two plans, and a back-up plan. Things would be fine again, Simon was sure of this.
It was Monday morning. Simon had phoned into his workplace to tell them that he was sick, and would probably be off for the best part of the week. Then he went down to the florists, and bought a dozen red roses. A plan sure to win back the heart of any woman, thought Simon. He walked into the office of Sturridge and Widnass, hiding his face behind the flowers. He spotted Wendy through a glass door, sitting talking to a couple from behind her desk.
“Surprise!” He said as he pushed the door open, before revealing his face by laying the flowers on the desk.
“Simon! I’m in a meeting here! Get out, I told you, it’s over”
“I’m sorry though Wendy! Me and you are great together!”
“Excuse me Sir,” said a voice standing by the door.
Simon turned to see Stuart, a work colleague of Wendy’s.
“I think it’s time you left,” said Stuart.
“But…” Simon started.
“NOW!” demanded Stuart
So out went Simon, with his tail between his legs. As he sat on the steps thoughts came into his head.
“I bet he fancies her”
“I bet he was glad when Wendy told him we’d split up.”
“Damn, dirty Stuart’s after my girl!”
Simon stood up, and started back towards the doors. No, it’s not the time, he realised, and turned back towards the road. It was time for Plan B.
Simon headed back into town, to the fancy chocolate shop. He bought a nicely presented box of chocolates, and headed towards Wendy’s house. He remembered how he used to love those ‘Milk Tray’ adverts, in which the handsome gentleman would leave the chocolates for a special lady.
Wendy lived on her own in a small bungalow just out of town. An aunt had left it to her, and still showed some of the signs of an elderly resident, where Wendy hadn’t quite got around to decorating the whole place yet.
Simon went around to the back of the bungalow, and pulled at the bathroom window. He knew it was weak, because Wendy had been talking about getting someone in to have a look at it. He was able to rattle the window loose of its catch, and get it open. He threw the chocolates in first, in order to use both hands to get in. The chocolates landed with a ‘plop’, a very worrying sound. He held onto the windowsill, and pulled himself up, with his feet desperate struggling to find a hold on the wall. He swung a leg round and up into the window. A bottle of perfume fell from the windowsill, and the sound of smashing glass followed shortly after. Simon swore to himself, before managing to swing himself around, into a position in which he could drop into the bathroom.
The chocolates were sticking out of the loo. Simon pulled them out, and the corner was all wet. Thank God that Wendy was a regular flusher, it was just a shame that she hadn’t put the lid down.
Simon headed out and towards the bedroom. He placed the box carefully on the bed, at a slight angle, like the bloke from the adverts always did. Then he realised that he there wasn’t a little white card, to say whom it was from. Simon went into the kitchen and started to look for something to make a tag with.
After turning out a collection of bills, and other slips of paper, Simon found something suitable. At the same time, he heard a car pulling up outside. Simon darted under the table to hide. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
He heard the key turn in the door. It opened, then closed again a moment later. Wendy made a few steps, then started to move much faster. Simon could here her pick up the phone.
“Hello, police please”
She gave her address. Simon panicked, and started to get up. He banged his head on the table as he did so.
Wendy heard the bang, and shouted down the phone “Christ, I think he’s still here, come quickly!”
Simon scurried from under the table
“Wendy, no, it’s me!” He cried
Wendy was already back outside the door by then though, and didn’t hear Simon calling.
He opened the door, and Wendy was getting into her car.
“Wendy” he called.
She looked around.
“Bloody Hell Simon! What are you doing? How did you get into my house?”
“I wanted to surprise you!”
“You scared the life out of me!”
“I’m sorry, you’re home early, I was just going to leave a present and go.”
“Yes, I was sent home, after your little performance it was thought to be for the best, once I’d finished apologising to our clients, anyway.”
“Did you like the flowers?”
“Yes, but Simon, it’s over between us, you can’t go talking behind my back.”
“I’m sorry though, I won’t do it again Wendy, you have to believe me!”
As Wendy begun to reply a police siren drowned her voice out.
A police officer moved swiftly out of the vehicle.
“Did you report a break in Miss?” He asked.
“Yes Officer, I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake.”
“A mistake? So there was no break in?” Asked the police officer.
“Well” said Simon, stepping forward “It was me, I wanted to surprise her.”
“Do you know this man then, Miss?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” said Simon.
The police officer gave Simon a look that warned him not to speak unless spoken to.
“My ex-boyfriend.” Said Wendy.
“And he broke in?” Asked the police officer.
“Yes, but he meant no harm. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Said Wendy.
“Well Miss, I don’t mind coming out to check on a young lady, but I’m going to have to give your ex here a bit of a talking to. You be careful now”
“Thank you” said Wendy.
“And you, get in the car, I’ll take you home.” Said the police officer, pointing at Simon.
As the car pulled off down the road, Simon looked back at Wendy.
“No looking back, boy. She says it’s over, you have to accept that.” Said the police officer
“Yes Sir” replied Simon.
“Breaking and entering is a serious offence. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the station.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” said Simon. He then pointed to the right.
“It’s that next turning” He said.
When Simon got back inside his house he sat with his head in his hands. So far his attempts at reconciliation had been complete disasters, but there was still his back up plan. It was getting on a bit now though, and he wasn’t sure if he’d have time to get to enough pet stores before they closed. Surely this time it would work, he thought, after all, it was one of her favourite films. How many other people would do that for a woman? Not many Simon thought, smiling to himself.
It was 5:30, and Simon was doing incredibly well. Much better than he had expected to do. It was good of Craig to lend his car, but Simon realised that he’d have a fit when he saw all of the dog hair in the back. It also smelt like on of the Dalmatians could have left a bit of a nasty present in the back. Mind you, it was Craig that was partially responsible, letting on that Simon had told, so perhaps he deserved it.
Simon was a long way short of 101 Dalmatians, but 36 were very impressive for an afternoon’s work. The animal shelter had a considerable amount, and a couple of the pet stores had some very nice puppies in. Actually, they weren’t all Dalmatians, but they were similar in colour, so Simon didn’t think that it would hurt. He didn’t think he’d need as many as 101 either, as many of the dogs were fully grown, so would have much more fur on them. Wendy was going to love this!
One by one Simon took the dogs into his apartment. This was against his rental agreement, but it wasn’t as if they’d be alive for long, so it didn’t matter, he thought. Simon grabbed his claw hammer, and struck each one on the top of the head, killing it instantly, and relatively mess free. At first he wasn’t hitting them hard enough, and they weren’t dying. He started to hit them harder, but some he hit too hard, and their heads splashed open over his floor, and all over his clothes. Simon was worried that some of the blood might spill onto the fur, making it unusable. With the remaining dogs he was much more careful, using only the force necessary to bring death to the dogs.
Once all of the dogs were dead he set about skinning them. The first one he tried was very difficult, the knife cuts were too messy, and the fur was ruined. An idea popped into Simon’s head, from something he had seen on a TV show. Some guy had boiled a rabbit alive, then yanked it’s skin off. Perhaps he could do that with the dogs?
Simon ran a bath full of hot water. He boiled saucepans to add to it, as well as water from the kettle. He placed one of the smaller dogs inside. Looking at the colour again it definitely wasn’t a Dalmatian. Never mind. After a minute in the water Simon pulled in out. He made a cut around the neck, and pulled at the fir. Much easier, the flesh stuck to the body, far less messy.
Still, it took all night to skin them all. Stitching them together was quite another problem. Simon wasn’t quite sure how to make the arms and the body shape properly. Eventually, after pulling apart one of his own coats, Simon managed to work out how to do it. It was now evening again, Simon had been working on the coat for 24 hours without stopping, but he didn’t feel tired, he could taste the victory. It would fit Wendy perfectly, he thought. She’d love it, and she’d love him.
Simon threw the coat into a bag, left the house and got into Craig’s car. It smelt of dog. Simon opened the window, then headed off to Wendy’s place.
He banged on the door.
“Wendy! I have a gift for you!” He shouted, and continued to bang away.
Wendy eventually opened the door.
“Simon, I’ve had enough, you have to leave me alone now, move on.” She pleaded.
“But look what I made for you!” Simon pulled the coat from out of his bag.
Wendy stood and looked at it in complete shock. Those spots of black on the white fur, it was a Dalmatian coat! She grabbed it from, and threw it on. She didn’t notice the patch that had clearly come from a Collie dog, or the smears of blood down one arm.
“I love you Simon, I’m sorry I was so stupid!” cried Wendy.
“I love you too Wendy” said Simon as they hugged.
Simon stood holding Wendy and began to wonder why he had bothered with the flowers and chocolates, any man could have done that. But when you meet a girl outside a specialist cinema for their type you know she needs more than flowers and chocolates to keep her happy. Looking at Wendy in her Dalmatian coat reminded him again of their time in North Wales, when they had slaughtered a flock of sheep together, and rolled naked amongst the corpses. When they first made love.
But this moment topped that. Why had he let himself be lead away by so called friends? He was almost living a normal life again. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d met with the group, been to a sacrifice. But all that would change now. He was going to head straight over to see Samson in the morning, see if he could get his relationship with Wendy blessed at the next meeting.
He wouldn’t let things slip again.