Him or Me

A hard knocking on the door startled us both. We froze with both our eyes open as wide as they could go as we glared at the door. The pounding continued on seeming to last for a decade before it finally ceased. We, still quiet as mice, turned to look into each other’s eyes. Then, very abruptly, the knocking started back up again startling her into a huge jumping spasm. As reality of the situation kicked in, we jumped up out of bed and frantically began picking our spread about clothing from off the floor and putting them on as fast as we could.

“I know you’re in there with that cock sucking mother fucker Rose! Now open the fucking door!”

There was no doubting it now. All hope of our intruder being a total misunderstanding, practical joke, or an accidental knock on the wrong hotel room door immediately went out the window. It was indeed her husband George. A New York City police officer of all things. I thought, how the hell I got myself into this? The knocking and yelling continued on. She began to cry. I had been such a gentleman throughout the whole endeavor, catering to her every whelm just so that I could get and keep getting the panties so it was a bit awkward when I made no effort to comfort her. But I was not coming nowhere near that bitch with her crazy ass husband a standard sized door away from being all over me. I could feel her staring at me as she cried so I finally looked her way and into her pitiful leaking eyes. Her face was dyed with the eye makeup she had worn as it caught a ride along with her tears.

“What are we going to do?” she asked timidly in a whisper.

“Fuck if I know!” I answered bluntly.

This was the first time she had heard me in an unsophisticated tone of voice. I had laid the bullshit on thick. It wasn’t that I did not care what she thought of me, it was that I was so god damn scared that all I could do was be blunt.

I began to pace the floor frantically to think. This was difficult to do with the loud constant beating on the door, but it became completely impossible the moment he moved over to the large windows and began beating on them just as hard as he was on the door. At that, she grabbed hold of a blanket and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. I didn’t blame her one bit! I envied her actually. The ability to run to safety and hide under a blanket would’ve been just what the doctor ordered for me in that situation.

I now knew that the situation was realer than ever. I had to fight for my life, and I realized then and there that it was going to be either him or me. So naturally, I needed a weapon. After looking around a bit, I broke the pole shaped lamp off the wall grabbing hold of the pole part as if it was a knife. I don’t know if it was poorly installed or if I suddenly had superhuman strength, but I had my weapon and I was going to attack. Wasting no time at all, I opened the door quickly, stepped outside and began stabbing the first thing I saw. I had stabbed him with the pole several times before I calmed down enough to reason that I had won. I was not going to die. It was him in the unknown either him or me equation. His body was no longer moving so I stopped stabbing him. It was a complete blood bath and his face and body was covered in it. It was so much blood that his face was unrecognizable. I stood up and dropped the pole on the pavement as I continued to look down at him. That’s when she came out of the hotel room screaming and flopping down beside the body.

“Oh my god! What have you done? What have you done?”

At first I didn’t think to answer and figured she was in a state of shock and disarray, but she soon turned to look at me with an even more terrified look on her face than she had before. It was clear that she oddly wanted an answer from me as she asked again.

“What have you done John?”

I answered with the words that I had been chanting in my head since the moment I knew that I had to defend myself.

“It was either him or me!”

She turned away putting her head down and began to cry loudly.

“No, you don’t understand. This is not George! It is your friend Steve! It was all just a prank! Just a prank!”

Covered in my best friend’s blood, I stood speechless and dumbfounded as emergency sirens and lights could be heard and seen approaching from the distance. It ended up being me after all.