They say that the Heart gets what the Heart needs. But that statement only applies when one is happy or dating the person they think they are gonna spend their whole life with. When these two people divorce, the love still remains. Only this time, it’s usually a little love, mixed with regret and fear of reconciliation. Also, a little lust full of irreplacable memories.
Edward and Iris had been dating since they were in graduate school. And Iris had gone ahead and married Edward against her mother’s will. Now she wondered if her mother had been right all along when she told her time and again that she was not the marriage type. Also, how would things have turned out if she had just continued to date Edward and not commit to marriage? After all, she hated commitments.
The past is unchangeable, so let’s just focus on the future, shall we? After twenty years of been divorced and not speaking a single word to each other, Edward sends Iris a manuscript novel that he has written and dedicated to her. When they were still together, Edward has told Iris about his new interest in writing novels. But she had dismissed him saying he had a childish mind that did not match up to the creativity needed in writers. When Iris receives the manuscript, she is washed over by the tender memories she still held on to about Edward. They had had some good times, she couldn’t deny that. And the Sex was always amazing. It’s always about the Sex anyway, isn’t it?
So here is Edwards’s story according to the manuscript he wrote in detail. . .
No one likes moving out of a home that they have lived in for so long. But sometimes, circumstances push us to the limit. Moving out of one town to another means leaving your friends behind, changing schools, and having to adapt to a new environment which is never easy. They say change is good, but no one wants to adapt to it.
This is the story of one such family that had to move but never quite got the chance to adapt to the change. They were moving because Edward, (the father) had found a new job as a lecturer in another town and it was better paying than his current job.
“Dad! Why do we have to move again? How I’m I going to survive without all my friends? This is so unfair.”
“I’m sorry Mitch(the daughter). If it was up to me, we wouldn’t have to move. But I think you should be happier for me, for all of us that we are having a new start.”
“New start for you dad, not me. Mom, a little help here?”
“He’s right hun. We all need these. Now please go and finish packing your stuff or we’ll get there so late.”
Mitch went up to her room and packed her remaining teddy bear’s and shoes and books as she cussed and complained. How could this be happening to her when she had just started feeling like she fit in with her new friends at her school.
“Mitch!! C’mon. We are gonna be so late. What are you still doing?”
She looked around her bedroom one last time as she shut the door. Down the stairs she went and she put her suitcases inside the boot of her father’s car. Liv, (the mother) locked the door to their house and they all entered inside the car. She put up the ‘For Sale’ sign board on the front porch and entered the front seat as Mitch took the back seat.
On their way, Mitch kept complaining about how her life was going to be so boring now that they were moving away.
“Mitch, you’ve been on your phone since we left. Give it a rest and enjoy the scenery.” Said her dad.
“Easy for you to say dad. You are not the one that’s having to leave their whole life behind. and what do yo know, I can’t get a damn signal here. This is gonna suck!”
“I’ve got a little red bow,
And I bought it for you,
‘Cause I know you’re not fair,
I don’t get it, oh well,
And you color my skin,
And the colors don’t blend,
‘Cause I’m gonna get you,
And your little dog too,
There’s a yellow brick road,
That we follow back home,
‘Cause I know you can’t wait,
Your belligerent hate,
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home…”
Home by Breaking Benjamin was playing on the car stereo.
It was getting late fast and they still had a couple of miles to cover. Edward didn’t feel safe travelling so late with his family and all their luggage so he let his wife and daughter know that they’d have to look for a place to sleep for the night. Then set off early the next morning.
Since they were in a new town, he slowed down his speed to 40 kmph so that it would be easy to spot a motel. Both his wife and daughter had already fallen asleep. A few metres ahead, he noticed the bright headlights of another car beside the road. He slowed down so that he could check if they needed any help and also he’d enquire on where to get a motel from them.
The moment he stopped the car, his wife stirred in her sleep but he asked her to go back to sleep. He got out of his car and walked towards the other car. They had the bonnet pulled up so he had to walk till the front of the car to speak to whoever was behind it. He noticed two guys leaning over the vehicle, while the other two smoked their cigarettes and cracked funny jokes at each other as they punched each other playfully.
“Good Evening lads. Sorry to bother the lot of you but I am new in this town and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to direct me where I can find a motel for me and my family to put up for the night.”
“Well, good evening to you too. What is a guy like you doing out so late with his family?” Asked Reggie who looked like the leader of the group.
“Just had a long journey and it got so late before we got to where we were going. If you would just be so kind as to direct us, we’ll be on our way Sir.”
“Sure! Why not? But as you can see, we are having car trouble so you’ll have to be a bit patient till we get this fixed Mr…… I never quite caught your name sir.” Reggie retorted.
It was not really about what he said, but the way he said it that made Edward’s warning bells start ringing loudly in his ears. Even the two rednecks cracking jokes had gone silent.
“That’s because I never offered it. Look, if it’s too much trouble then I’ll be on my way. So sorry for bothering you.”
Edward started walking back to his car, but the weirdest thing happened so fast he didn’t even get the chance to react. The two rednecks that had been smoking beside Reggie and his bozo partner blocked his way. He could see from behind them that his wife and daughter were now awake and were calling out to him. When he tried to move past the two dudes, they sidestepped him. He could smell trouble and he didn’t want to have to put his family thru a scene.
“What are you two fucks doing blocking the way for my dad? Let him pass you filthy swines!!” Mitch shouted.
It was those few words that set the Devil loose from his cage. Edward would have done anything to take those words back but his teenage daughter was in that stage where she said whatever was on her mind without filtering.
“What did you call us little missy?” One of the scumbags leaking of sweat and cheap liquor asked.
“Swines!” Mitch replied. “Why, you even smell like them.”
This was getting out of control, fast. Edward was about to intervene when he felt something cold touch the side of his left temple.
“What is this? A staged robbery?” He wondered aloud.
“Put the woman and the girl back into the car. Let’s see how brave they are without their knight.” Reggie said to the two rednecks.
They seemed to be used to follow his orders because they did what they were ordered to in less than a minute and without hesitation. Mitch was kicking her legs so hard while Liv tried scratching the guy pulling at her blouse. Edward knew they were fighters but he didn’t think they were any match for the two.
“Please leave my family alone. If its money you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“We don’t want your filthy money. We just want to have some fun and teach your women how to respect men. Especially the little one, she has a dirty mouth that one. And I just happen to like my women so.”Reggie shouted at Edward as he hit him with the butt of the Smith and Wesson gun that he had been holding in his right hand.
Edward collapsed down in a heap as blood flowed freely from the impact of the wound on the back of his head made by the butt of the gun. Reggie and his friends had been using the car trouble ruse for many years and it had always panned out well without any problems apart from tonight. But with the Alpha male out of the picture, he knew it would be easy to deal with the wife and daughter. Him and his bozo partner closed the hood of their car and got inside. They all knew their rendezvous so they got back onto the highway and sped off.
In the meantime, the other two jocks got into Edward’s car. They left him lying there on the roadside because they knew not many vehicles used that highway. They drove off and took Liv and Mitch to some dark shack with only a lamp for lighting.
They took turns raping them while chocking them because that’s what almost every sadistic and masochistic man craved for. Dominance! Right? But rape was not enough for Reggie’s type. They fed on the pain and humiliation they caused their victims. Hell they even fed on death. Ever heard of Necrophilia’s? Ever thought they were just a myth? Well, they are not because you just had a chance to meet Reggie. He stuck a wine bottle inside Mitch’s vagina till it broke. And even after it broke, he still kept pushing it inside her till she was bleeding.
“How do you like that little missy? I bet your dad would be so proud of you if he were here right now.”
“Pl—llll—eease. I’m so sorry. Stop hurting…..” she never got the chance to complete her plea since she blacked out. That did not stop Reggie from having his fun. He broke all her fingers, one by one. Gorged her eyes out and raped her some more. Mitch was already dead and Pallor Mortis was slowly starting to kick in. In case you were wondering where Liv was all this time, one of the jocks had already put a knife through her neck and punctured a major artery. He also stabbed her vagina repeatedly and cut out her tongue. I know you might be wondering what would cause a man to be so evil….
Iris decided to take a break from reading Edward’s manuscript. It was so sad she had been reading it for the last four hours but she was still craving for more. How could anyone go through all that pain and where was Edward when his family was getting tortured? She went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and went back to bed to continue reading. She missed Edward and she regretted not having supported him when he shared his interests in writing with her. She noticed he had attached a phone number and email address on the manuscript so she decided to reach out to him. It was too late to call so email would have to do.
“Dear Edward, I’ve been reading the manuscript you sent me. I love the title, ‘Nocturnal Animals’. I see you have not forgotten about my Insomnia. Anyway, if it’s okay with you, I’d like us to meet. Saturday evening okay with you? Let me know.
With love, Iris.”
She hit the send button and went back to reading the manuscript.
Edward managed to walk from where he had been left alone bleeding by the rednecks that had kidnapped his wife and daughter. He was in so much pain but also he was determined on finding them. He had walked for almost ten hours when he came across a Motel. At first, the owner of the motel was skeptical about him but he still allowed him to use the phone to contact the Sheriff’s department. He cleaned up and headed to the Sheriff to report the incident. The Sheriff put out a BOLO – Be On (the) Look Out on Edward’s family and his car. He went to the motel and stayed there for three days waiting for feedback on his family. They wouldn’t just have disappeared without a trace.
Just when he was about to give up, he received a call from the Sheriff requesting for a meet up in order for him to identify two female bodies that had been found in some shack. Edward accompanied the Sheriff but with the hope that it was not Liv and Mitch. When they got to the SOC or what is better known as the (Scene Of Crime), Edward stood still at the entrance of the shack. Outside, his car had alraedy been set on fire of course to get rid of fingerprint evidence. His feet wouldn’t move and he had so many questions but his mouth wouldn’t open. It was his wife and daughter alright, he could tell from their hair colours. Their bodies had been washed and staged, also probably to get rid of evidence. The word ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ had been curved on their foreheads with a blunt object.
“I know this is so hard for you sir but kindly tell us if this is your wife and daughter.”
All he could do was nod. He couldn’t believe he had lost his family so easily and it was all his fault for stopping on the roadside that night. He knew staying in that town was hopeless because he couldn’t even identify the men from that night. It was dark and he had not seen their faces clearly and they had never called each other by their names.
After hours of being grilled by the Sheriff, Edward left Accident, the town where it all happened the following morning. Funny name for a town don’t you think? He felt numb and dead inside and he kept seeing images of his family, naked and posed on that bench.
Iris checked her email and saw that Edward had written back to her.
“Sure. I’d love to meet. Text me when and where.
She couldn’t believe her luck. She was finally going to meet her first love in a few days.
Let’s go back to the divorce between Iris and Edward. The reason Iris had ended her marriage to Edward was because she had forgotten to take the Pill and had gotten herself pregnant. She wasn’t ready for motherhood so she had gone ahead and aborted the baby and left him without even an explanation.
Back to reality …
Edward was torn up inside by the anger and sadness of having lost the only two things in life that gave him a purpose to live. He couldn’t live like this anymore. But since he had never received any further information from the sheriff, he concluded it was because the perpetrators were never caught. Earlier that day, he had purchased a long, thick rope from the supermarket. It was time he ended his pain and misery. He took out a passport size photo of his family from his wallet and stared at it for long as tears streamed down his face. He tied a tight knot on the rope and put it around his neck.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you….”
Those were his last words as the rope tightened around his neck and he breathed his last.
Help by Papa Roach comes to mind.
“I think I need help,
I’m drowning in myself,
Did someone turn the lights out?
Or is it just another dark cloud in my head?
Cause I’m cut deep, my heart won’t beat,
Deep down low it’s killing me,
If I wanna scratch out yesterday,
I’ve got so much I need to say
(I’ve got so much I need to say) ………..
Saturday came and even thou Iris was nervous, she was having mixed feelings too. How would it feel seeing Edward after twenty years? Would he still be angry at her? Would he be happy to see her again? She wore a long green dress that revealed her cleavage. She put on green diamond earrings that Edward had bought for her when they were still dating. She looked at herself for the last time in the mirror and walked out of her bedroom. Before leaving, she put the manuscript in a folder and walked out into the waiting car. She had so many questions to ask Edward on how the story ended.
When she got to Riverdale, the best restaurant in her town, she requested to reserve a table for two. She ordered wine as she waited for Edward to arrive. Forty-five minutes down the line she started to get impatient. She decided to dial the phone number he had listed on his manuscript only to be told that the number was no longer in service. What???
One hour, two hours, three hours. Everyone else in the hotel had already left. She was the only one remaining, looking like some desperate woman who got stood up by her date. She tried calling the number again, just to be sure she had dialled it correctly the first time. But she got the same response that the number was no longer in service. He had replied her email so he was still planning to meet her right?
Edward never showed up that night to meet up with Iris. She went back home with the manuscript feeling like a fool but also curious on how he would list a number that no longer worked. Had he changed his mind on seeing her the last minute?
If Edward had never disconnected his number, he would have received the dozen calls the Sheriff had tried making to him to let him know that the jocks that had cost his wife and daughter’s lives had already been caught and sentenced to death. But Edward was long gone and he would never know all that. Would it have made any difference after all? They say it helps to get closure but it does not bring back to life those we have lost along the way.
Edward’s body was also never found. After all, they were Nocturnal Animals indeed…