Laura had been watching Ron intently. She knew something was coming that was out of character for her husband. She had also seen him pause on the drawing of their happy stick family. She too teared up. But knowing all of this, she began nagging Ron again. Ron thought You will never learn. You are going to run your mouth until the day you die, which will be today. He closed his eyes and took deep slow breaths. He walked over to her with the staple gun in hand. Grabbing her lips and pressing the gun to the top, he squeezed the handle. Empty round, staples jammed. She began screaming immediately. It was all he could do to hold her head still. He hit the handle one time to test the gun. A staple shot out of the gun and into the wooden floor next to Laura’s foot. Placing the tip of the staple gun to her top lip again and squeezing, the staple entered her lips with a jerk. He stapled her top and bottom lips to her chin. Laura screamed out and ripped her top lip in half all the way up to her nose. Blood poured and pooled on her shirt and lap. It was difficult for Laura to form words, but she still ran her mouth, spraying blood onto her husband's shirt and face. He stepped over to his workbench and laid down the staple gun and grabbed the nail gun. He shot a round into her arm from five feet away. Her face was still red but not from anger alone. Laura couldn’t imagine what was going on in Ron’s head. If she could get out of this, she’d make him pay! (She still wasn’t getting it) Grabbing Laura’s face, he pried her jaws apart. Placing the nail gun head into her mouth, he shot her tongue three or four times pinning it to the roof of her mouth. She gurgled and coughed out blood. Laura was crying uncontrollably and gagging on her own blood as her mouth filled quickly. As Ron stepped back, he noticed her eye growing blood red. One of the brads had pierced her right eye. “I couldn’t have planned that on my best day, he thought, Oh wait, this is my best day!” He lumbered over to the pile of wood scraps and picked out a piece of plyboard that was round. Nail gun still in hand, he walked over behind her. He placed the round board to her head and pulled the trigger. The compressor kicked in, air moving through the hose, and nailing the board to the back of her head. Laura passed out instantly. Ron walked around to the pile and chose a 2 x 1” board about three foot long. He nailed this to the round plyboard and to the back of the chair. He then stepped away to think about his next move. Laura woke with a slow and weakened state. Realizing she could no longer freely move her head nor could she speak, she moaned weakly and tried to look around the garage moving her eyes back and forth quickly. But because of the brad in her eye, she had to rely on peripheral vision. She couldn’t see Ron. “Where is he,” she thought. Laura was in a great deal of pain, all over really but especially her mouth and the back of her head. The taste of blood made her heave. Vomiting now would be really bad. Suddenly there was a noise, a slight cough behind her. Ron stood and came around where she could see him. For the first time, she realized how stressed and sad he was. All she could do was look at him with concern. The realization came to her suddenly, she had driven him to do this. But she never would have imagined he could be so cruel and violent. Ron noticed that her countenance had changed. She now had no anger written on her face, only soft concern. How dare she? He needed to make her angry at him again. There was no way he could continue to torture her if she maintained this soft composure. Grabbing the staple gun, he grabbed her ear and stapled it to her head. No reaction except a wince and a muffled cry. Tears flowed freely and she didn’t become angry. Funny how you can love someone so much and somehow, somewhere you lose the love. Tragedies of life change people in drastic ways. Love becomes a bitter taste in the mouth. It’s a sad truth. Ron could only look at her, and he could see and feel her regret. And now he felt his own regrets too. He looked at what he’d done, he was horrified. No way he could live with himself after this. Ron walked outside and called 911. Told them his wife needed help. When they asked what was going on, he said, “I tried to kill her.” Giving the address and where to find her, he ended the call. Slowly, he walked back inside his garage. He grabbed his pistol and placed it in his mouth and pulled the trigger as he stood in front of his wife.
As published in Sirens Call issue 42, Dec 2018