Rosemarie's Revenge

“Get away from me!” McKenna screamed. “You’re the one who admitted Rick wasn’t good for you in the first place.” “That may be, but you complicated things even more by causing us to fight because of your—” “Oh, bullshit, Rosemarie. If you guys fought, that was on you. Not me. I never broke into your place, held you two at gunpoint, and demanded that you fight over me. You chose that piece of shit and everything he brought into your life.” “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” Rosemarie shouted, flinging the whip in her direction as fast and as furiously as she could. Her face was red with rage, her eyes black as space on a starless night. Realizing Rosemarie wasn’t going to stop whipping her just because she ordered her to, McKenna tried to grab the end of the whip and get it away from the crazed woman she should never have bothered with. Yet despite her best efforts, all she did was end up with stinging lashes on the palms of her hands. She had to do the next best thing, which was the only thing she could do: get the hell out of the house. The only problem was she wasn’t about to run outside in her birthday suit, no matter how hell-bent on whipping her ass Rosemarie might have been. The closest thing she could reach for that would cover enough of her was her bathrobe. She grabbed it and slipped it on, all the while trying to protect her face from the wrath of the whip. While Rosemarie continued to shout obscenities and false accusations, McKenna made a run for her purse. Her phone was safely tucked inside, but she would have to return with the police later to retrieve her laptop and other things. Rosemarie chased her through the house and out the door, which seemed to take forever. Rosemarie followed in pursuit, not caring that she was covered only by a bathrobe. McKenna tried to reach into her purse for her keys while keeping her most vital, sensitive body parts safe from the purple-beaded snake lashing at her. Her fingers closed around her keys, but she dropped them on the sidewalk between the front door and the driveway. As she bent to pick them up, Rosemarie kicked her in the ribs. A whoosh of air escaped her lungs, but her fingers managed to close around the keys once more. She didn’t have her glasses, so everything was blurry. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally hit the button to unlock the doors. “Come on, you’re almost there,” she silently urged herself as she moved forward. “Call the cops and you’re dead!” Rosemarie screamed. “I won’t. I didn’t call them the last time you threatened me all those years ago, did I? I just want you to leave me alone and let me go!” The lunatic continued her rant, and McKenna hoped it would get the neighbors curious enough to come out. But it was late; most of the houses were dark, and no one came to their doors or peeked through their windows. She flung the car door open, jumped in, slammed it shut as Rosemarie’s fist hit the window, then locked the doors. She feared Rosemarie would smash a window before she could get away as she fumbled to slip the key into the ignition. She really wished she had one of those cars that would start with a remote on her keychain, like the way she unlocked the doors. She finally fit the key in and turned the ignition. The sound of the engine brought a huge sense of relief, and she flew out of Rosemarie’s driveway. Rosemarie continued to scream, whipping at the car. Did the crazy bitch think the car could feel it or something? McKenna drove a couple of blocks away, pulled over, and parked at the side of the road, hoping Rosemarie wouldn’t follow. She pulled her smartphone from her purse, eyes on the rearview mirror, and called the police. She briefly told them she’d been assaulted and where she was parked. Then she called Raul. “Hello?” “Raul?” “Yeah.” “Oh, thank God. It’s McKenna.” “What’s wrong?” Raul asked, sounding very concerned. “The crazy bitch I was with attacked me.” “Oh, my God. Are you okay? Where are you?” “I’m fine. I’m a couple of blocks from her house. I ran out of there and called the cops before I called you.” “You should get further away in case she follows you.” “But she’s not. I’m keeping an eye on my rearview mirror, and there’s nothing behind me. If I see anything, I’ll take off. The car’s still running.” “Stay on the phone with me until the cops get there.” “I will. I don’t know why I called you. I’m sorry if I woke you up or disturbed you. I should just let the police handle this and then return to Elsa’s.” “No, you should come here afterward.” “I see the cops now. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She ended her call with Raul and exited the car, waving as the squad car drew closer. The car parked behind her, and two officers got out. “Are you McKenna?” asked the officer whose name tag read A. Roth. “Yes,” McKenna told him, recounting everything that had happened while leaving the intimate parts out. They drove around and parked in front of Rosemarie’s house. McKenna feared Rosemarie might have taken off, preventing her from getting her things since she didn’t have a key. “Do you think you could stay out of view long enough for me to see if I can get her to come to the door? I don’t know that she’ll open it if she knows I’ve got the police with me.” Much to McKenna’s relief, Rosemarie came to the door. She probably really believed she was invincible as she lunged at McKenna once again. But she was wrong. The officers surprised her, restrained her, and arrested her for assault. McKenna retrieved her laptop, glasses, and overnight bag, thanked the officers, ignored Rosemarie’s I’m-going-to-kill-you look, and headed for Raul’s place. Damn, what a night it had been!