Tuesdays Mr.

Walters had just gotten off work and immediately headed to the bar he usually went to on nights after work. His favorite bar tender, Mark Harrell, was working that night and knew what Mr. Walters wanteda jack and coke, a beer, and a shot of everclear. He downed his drinks within 10 minutes and ordered another two rounds. After that, he did what he usually doesdrives home. He arrives at home at around 6:30 and notices that the lights are off. He goes into his housea typical two story suburban homeand goes up to his room. His wife is asleep. Out of anger, he grabs the squirt bottle and squirts her in the face. He does this to try and get a reaction out of her so he can proceed with hitting her. What the fuck, Frank? Why would you do that? Because you should be in the kitchen making dinner for me. I amYoure drunkthats what you are. What did you just say to me? I can drink if I want to. And you stay at home all day. You should be cooking or cleaning instead of laying in bed trying to sleep at 6:30. You drink every night! And you always come home and pass out. Our little boy doesnt even hardly know you right now. Enough He backhanded her and she fell onto the bed. He then hit her a couple of times and went back downstairs to watch football. He grinned when he heard her in the kitchen cookingshe was hisnobody elses. And she knew and accepted that, too. He was the leader of this household and he would remain that way. She didnt say a word the rest of the night, gave him a sandwich, and then walked up stairs. It wasnt enough for him

though, and he would squirt her with the waterbottle again for her to make him another. This process would repeat many nights in a row until she threatened him with divorce and taking his child. He went to rehab and got help for his addiction to alcohol. After a while, everything seemed normal, at least to him. They went on with their lives and he became very successful with his company.

******2 years later******

Mr. Walters finished off the rest of his coffee as he was preparing to go to work. He performed his usual routinehe brushed his teeth, flossed, combed his hair and took his pills. His wife had filled his pillboxwhich he usually wasnt comfortable withthe night before so he could focus on a huge presentation that he was to give the next day. She always made him feel uneasy. It seemed she was home very late every other Tuesday from work. There were more important things to worry about at the time, though. He was to give a presentation on new business practices that should be used in the future to attract new customers. He was not typically a nervous person but his wife pointed out that she could see his hand shaking as he was drinking his coffee. Frank, are you ok? Youre about to spill that coffee all over yourself. Just a little jittery, thats all. A promotion is riding on this presentation. More than a promotion was riding on this presentation. His boss had been riding his ass for almost a year to nail this presentation. He had spent countless hours refining and perfecting what he wanted to say for the board of directors. What if his ideas were flawed? What if the board did not like what he had to say? These were all thoughts that were running through

his mind that morning. His son ran into the room with his blue North Face backpack on. Daddy! I cant wait to go to school! I wonder if they will have toys and coloring books! Mr. Walters couldnt forget that it was his sons first day of school. Are you going to have a good day at school, Jimmy? I made your lunch for you. It has your favorite meal. Thanks Daddy! Youre welcome, son. I love you. Have a great first day of school. He and his wife hugged goodbye as she took him to school. He went back in the house and could not seem to find his keys anywhere. He thought to himself, I wonder if that bitch hid them somewhere so shell have a reason to Driving to the presentation was a very stressful event. He thought to himself, All of the directors will be staring at me. I bet something will go wrong. No idea what it will be, but something has to go wrong. He jerks the wheel as he almost rear-ends someone at a stop sign. He makes a left turn and sees nothing but straight road as he enters the Eisenhower Expressway. His mind clears for a bit as he looks at the vast Chicago skyline. Its so beautiful in the sunlight. The light reflects off of the buildings and makes the city look like a giant prism. He arrives at the office. Before he gets out of the car, he brushes off his suit, gargles with some mouthwash, and fixes his hair. His shoes are polished perfectly and his suit has been ironed.

Mr. Walters arrives at the office

Hey, Lorna, how are you doing today? Great, Mr. Walters. The conference room has been set up for you Thanks.

He always was annoyed by Lorna and in the back of his mind thought that she was one of the biggest bitches in the world. He saw the directors approaching him, shook their hands, and plugged in his laptop to start the presentation. He felt his stomach rumbling just a bit and figured it was just the nerves. About halfway through the presentation, he was feeling more and more nauseous. The acquisition of Edwards Insurance would be a necesarbleh! The puke was all over the President before he could say anything. He was livid and stormed out of the room. Mr. Walters rushed to get a towel but it was too late; the board was in a state of panic and would not hear any more of his presentation. Human resources had already requested him to be in their office at 8 AM. He pleaded and begged, but was shot downit was the worst day of his life.

The Drive Home

He stormed to the parking lot only to find out that his cars tires had been slashed and his window had been busted. He was too furious and embarrassed to even file a police reporthe just hopped into his car and sped off. He passed by a couple of bars and remembered the early years of his and Pams marriage. They would get into huge fights and arguments and often he would hit her. These were rocky times in their marriage and he was convinced that they had worked it outmaybe not. He thought to himself, What if shes trying to get me back? I swear, I will show her just how much of a bitch payback actually is. He made a U-turn and went back to the bar he passed and downed about 5 whiskeys in thirty minutes. He drunkenly stumbled for his keys and walked out of the bar. The barkeeper tried to stop him from leaving, but was met with a fist from Mr.

Walters. He sped home and barely missed some of the traffic on the other side. When he arrived, he noticed that his wifes car was missing from the driveway. Oh God dammitIts Tuesday. He started to fumble with his keys and found the house key. He stumbled to the front door and opened it. He saw that his wife had left little Tommy alonewithout a babysitter. He rushed to try and find his sonas he walked through the hallway he noticed that some of the family pictures were missingCould she have. No. There is no way. He went into Tommys room and found he was not even there. Along with that, all of his toys were missing. Shit! he said to himself. He ran down the hall and started throwing things across the room and breaking vases. The next thing he hears is his phone ringingHello? Ray, this is Pam. Where is he Thats none of your concern. Ray, Im leaving you. Yeah? Well, you can be damn sure that ill see my son soon. Or I will come find you. You cant hide from me forever. The dial tone sounded again as she hung up on him. He started pacing down the hallway thinking about what he was going to do. Could he call the police? Wait! he said aloud to himself. Maybe his brother could help him. He was a cop once. He picked up the phone and called his brother. Ray! Im glad you called! I have a story to tel No time for thatPam took Tommy and is now hiding somewhere. I dont know what I did to deserve this. I also probably lost my jobWait, she put the pills in my pillbox last nightcould she haveno

Ray, you seem a bitsluggishhave you been drinking again? Dammit, yes I have been drinking. Wouldnt you do the same if all this shit happened to you? Enough of this small talk, I really called to ask if you can help me track her down. I have her license plate number and car make/model. It is going to take me a while to get a report on thisso I will get back to you in the morning. Okay, thanks. He then went to his bedroom and sat on his bed. Thoughts of her putting pills in his pillbox were branded in his head. A fiery inferno of different thoughts of what he would do to her if he found her consumed his soul. He started to claw at his forehead to stop the pain inside of his headThat did not work. He then proceeded to start to pull out his hair. He glanced at the clock. It was 3 AM. He was not going to go to the HR meeting in the morning. Fuck them. Revenge was the only thing he would be doing for the next while. He popped 3 hydrocodones and passed out.

Wednesday

It was 11 AM. He was woken by a call from his brother. He got a positive match on the license plate in nearby Springfield at a motel. He immediately hung up on his brother and got into his car. This was his chance to catch finally catch the bitch and teach her a lesson or two. He backed out of the driveway and proceeded on to the road. Springfield was about an hour away. He arrived around noon and arrived at the gas station. He approached the counter and started to question the clerk if he had seen his wife.

Have you seen a girl with red hair and medium height come in? She was probably buying cigarettes or something. She might have had a little boy with her too, but I doubt he would have come in. Look, Im not supposed to be talking about this stuff. Either buy something or leave my store. Youre going to answer my question or things are going to go downhill for you very quickly. I also want this case of miller lite. You want me to give you free beer? I thought you were looking for that girl? Look, just give me the god damn beer and tell me if you saw that girl and I wont cause you any more problems. Mr. Walters then pulled out his pistol and pointed it to the clerks head. The clerk immediately told him that his wife had driven to this gas station and asked where the nearest car lot was. She is going to trade her car! I knew it. That tricky bitch wont get the best of meyou can guarantee that he said to the clerk as he walked out of the store. The hysteria within his mind was swirling like a tornado and was begging to be released. He left the gas station and hopped into his car. He glanced at himself in the mirror and saw the face of a shattered manhis eyes burned red with the heat of revenge. He was convinced all of his problems were because of this woman. He did nothing to deserve this. So what if he used to hit her on occasion? At least he didnt get her fired or cheat on her every Tuesday for the past year and a half. No matter, he still was focused on revenge and would get her back for this. He drove to her motelit seemed run down with rusty rails lining the hallway of the second floor and unkept plants. The swimming pool was in the center of the complex and looked like it had not been cleaned in several

years. He proceeded to start checking every window on the first floor. He walked by and took quick glances inside each unit. The last window on the first floor, he saw something that looked like one of Tommys favorite toys lying on the floor. He knocked on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. Nobody answered. He saw a car pull up and when the door opened he made eye contact with his wife. He bolted down the stairs and saw her drive off. He jumped into his car and followed her. She must have been going 95 miles per hour. She exited into downtown Springfield and headed straight for the center of the city. She made an abrupt turn that caught Frank off guardhe missed the turn. There was a redlight with a car sitting at it right in front of him. Since he was not paying attention, he rammed into the back of the car and was knocked out. He ended up with a large gash in his arm and had to be taken to Springfield Regional Hospital.