He stepped from the plane into the crowded airport, the face of who he was seeking, fixed firmly in his mind.
He had seen it numerous times, but knew, even if it had been revealed only once, it was a face he would never forget.
How could he ever forget the face of the person responsible for the single most painful experience of his life?
The devastation it had created was an event he would not allow himself to forget.
He was driven to not only find her, but make her suffer the way he had. Ensure she experienced the total overwhelming feeling that had been his constant companion for more than 10 years.
The hopelessness, anguish and feeling of loss, all of which kept him awake, or haunted his dreams, turning every night into a tortuous time to be dreaded, in every waking moment…….
Constance sat in the study looking out over the garden. She loved to be in this room. It was just how she had imagined she would have her own room just for her writing, all those years ago. The garden was showing the first signs of spring approaching. There were new buds on all the plants and the winter chill had gone from the air today, so she had happily let Alison play outside.
She was distracted from her writing while watching Alison play in the garden. The child had a wonderful imagination and Constance loved to watch her play. As the sun glistened on Alison’s hair and she poured tea for the teddy bears, Constance wondered how their lives would have turned out if she had made a different decision on that fateful day. For the first time in many years, she let her mind wonder to Alison’s father. Constance had not let herself think about him since that day. As she was thinking about him, she felt a shiver go up her spine and felt a sense of dread that she hadn’t experienced in a long time…
Dermot ran his hand through his hair. He was still a ‘looker’ and he knew it. He felt the glances from women as he walked through the airport to the taxi stand.
“Mmm, Nice eye candy.” he heard a woman mutter quietly to her friend.
He smiled to himself. Nice eye candy indeed. Standing at almost 6ft tall, Dermot had thick, black, wavy hair with tinges of grey. While he was no body builder, he kept himself in good shape. It was his eyes that women loved the most though, his deep, sea blue eyes. Many a woman had gazed into those eyes and fallen prey to his charms. Many a woman had known what it was like to be loved and tossed aside like a broken toy when he had had enough. Dermot hadn’t always been like that, a cruel, hard hearted bastard. There was a time when he loved freely and unashamedly, trusted implicitly. That was before Con….
Dermot shook his head. There was no time for that.
He hailed a cab, and when it pulled up, threw his overnight bag in the back and got in.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
Dermot paused. What now? He had waited for this for 10 years, plotted, planned, changed his mind over and over, never letting the flame of revenge die in his heart. He was here now. It was time.
Yes, where to?
He directed the driver to his hotel resisting the impulse to rush the confrontation that he knew was to come, remembering the events that led up to that fateful night that changed all their lives forever.
His mind drifted back in time as he remembered her despair that her husband was slowly drinking himself to death, her grief for the marriage and life that she would never now have. He remembered pulling her close initially to try to calm her weeping but later, oh later………. of holding her closer, much closer than a brother in law should as they sought to affirm the life that they both should have been living .
He remembered the gentleness of her fingers as they explored his muscles, the softness of her silky smooth skin, how she shivered when he kissed her neck, how her body arched beneath his as they took what each needed from the other.
It was the most incredible night he had ever known, he’d never found that kind of satisfaction with another woman since. She’d ruined him for anyone else and he’d never trusted another women again after what she did. Falling in love with his brother’s wife was bad enough and he had hated himself for it but for her to tell James while he was still so vulnerable…….. The bitch killed him!
She shouldn’t have told him, she should have stayed silent and forgotten about that night, that one night that they had turned to each other for comfort after taking James to rehab. If only she hadn’t told him he would never have been drunk at the wheel that night and had a chance of maintaining control of the car on the snow covered mountain road.
She killed James and then she vanished!
He’d been looking for her this whole time. It was time someone held her accountable.
Constance sat with a vague sense of unease, watching her daughter. She was struck by the need to go out and grab that beautiful child and run. She could not put her finger on the reason, but the fear began to grow in her. She hadn’t felt this in years. ‘Not since…..No, I will not let my mind go there…it was long ago and I am past it now,’ she thought.
But her mind continued to wander, down, deeper into her memories. All she could remember was the heart shattering loss, feeling like she was spiraling deep into nothingness, emptiness and like her heart had been cut from her.
The sound of the telephone cut through the silence like a chain saw, but Constance was locked deep in her mind, and could not reach out for the phone. At the same time Allison heard the phone ringing from outside and came running into the house. Mommy had just started allowing her to answer the phone on occasion, and if it was still ringing …….she ran to the phone, stopping short when she saw her mom sitting there.
“Mommy, Mommy are you ok?” shouted Allison.
The crystal glass shattered against the terrazzo tiles, shocking Constance back into reality. He was behind Allison, close enough to touch her. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes that made her drown in a pool of lust and passion were staring at her daughter. His long fingers were about to touch her hair. Constance was chained to her chair in fright. She knew why he was here. He was here to take away the one thing that was good and beautiful in the world – he was here for Allison. Her mind was in turmoil, her thoughts a myriad of confusion. How could she love a man that had vowed to make her suffer? How could she still feel that warm rush of ecstasy at the thought of him touching her, when she knew he was on a mission to destroy her. He smiled at Allison; that familiar smile he would deliver to her all those years ago. Constance died inside when she heard his voice. The pain cut through her heart when she heard him say,
“Hello, Allison. I have waited a long time to see you. I am your father”
Allison’s large green eyes regarded the tall stranger with distrust. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Dermott McDawg,” he replied, a smile so oily it could have dressed salad.
“Kermit the Frog?” Allison smirked. “Mummy, what is he doing here? I have a twitter date and I’m going to be late. You told me I never had to meet him. You told me he eats small children for lunch.”
Constance gasped and looked truly surprised and shrugged at Dermott. “I really didn’t…Allison, this is your…”
“Oh knock it off, Mummy – we both know this is the bastard that slept with you and caused me to kill myself on that lonely mountain road.” Allison leveled a rather scary gaze at Dermott. “If it weren’t for you I would still be a virile man sleeping with my hot wife and making babies of our own, instead of having to come back as your love child conducting fake tea parties on the lawn with teddy bears.”
Dermot was speechless, all his plans of vengence fading quickly and being replaced with a sense of fear. “Well, ah, Allison dear…”
“Don’t you dear, me, you rat-bastard waste of space wanker!” Allison stamped her foot and pulled a can of pepper spray from her pretty pink pinafore. Psst. “Take that you lowlife, treacherous wife fucker!”
“My eyes! My eyes!” Dermott cried rubbing them with his fists. He could not see a thing but he felt a sudden chill of fear race his spine when….
He realized that all the years of seeking divine retribution was suddenly regurgitated on his lap. He was the one that caused his brother’s death. He was the one that by one night of pure unadulterated lust pushed his drunken bum of a brother over the edge.
And that is when he realized the truth. His brother, James, was a fucking douchebag. What gave him the right to come back as the child of his night of passion. As he thought about Constance breast feeding this evil spawn from hell, rage filled his soul. Those perfect breasts should have been mine for the suckling.
Even though he could not see the fiend that had sprayed him, he could hear her breathing and he could smell her rancid tea breath. Dermot jumped and grabbed the demon spawn by the throat. Then he heard the distinctive sound of a shell being pumped into a twelve gauge shotgun. He knew that Constance would shoot. But who? The man that she loved and had been robbed of by her drunken bum of a husband or the demon spawn that had stolen the life that belonged to her child?
Dermot knew that he had no chance of changing anbody’s mind with tricks or lies in the next few crutial moments. Honesty would be the only way out of this predicament. Blindly he opened his arm to where he presumed that Constance was. With all the pent up anger and frustration comming to the surface, as well as the pepper spray in his eyes, he started to cry. “Baby,” he started towards her, “if I can’t be with you, well then I would rather die. Living without you after that beautiful night we shared, I can hold no other woman and not long for your body.” he patentily waited for some type of sign, but when nothing presented itself he saw no danger in continuing recalling for his brother all the expliced details of that night of passion.
Constance was torn, for the fear she had dealt with for 10 years of Dermot finding them was still real. She had run for so long, and she was tired of running, and she was tired of never being able to love another man the way she had him. Not to mention she could never bring a man around Alison, they all reacted to her the same way…
They all wanted to feed her to Constance’s pets.
Those flesh eating scum that showed up and stayed after Allison was born a boy and Constance had a gender surgery done on him when she realized he was her bastard husband James reincarnated.
But she had fixed him and and now he was a she.
Now that Dermott had returned she would, with his help, be able to kill the bastard that had been castrating all her other boy friends, and feeding the bits to the flesh eating pets, but would a shot gun really kill this monster from hell?

After having outted herself to the treacherous wife-fucker and the penis butcher Allison (or Al as she liked to think of herself) felt she could wreak the havoc of her true self upon the perpetrators of her demise directly instead of using her stuffed teddies and dollies as poor substitutes.
Sure, Constance had the shotgun pumped and aimed at her but Al knew that Constance didn’t have the guts. She has always been such a frail and easily manipulated flower that it would take little to nothing to get Constance to put the gun down. “Mummy? Are you really going to kill me?” Alligator tears fell perfectly and gracefully from her large emerald eyes. “I’m your little girl, Mummy. The one you had custom made. You cut off my wee-wee just so I could be just like you, remember? We have the matching pink dresses and everything.”
Constance wavered, her hands trembled trying to keep the shotgun aimed and her arms ached and truth be told she couldn’t look into Allison’s eyes without feeling true maternal loyalty and instinct. “Well dear, you’ve been hurting people. And you put that terrible pepper spray in Dermott’s eyes. I mean, no matter what, he is your father.”
Al nodded woefully and swatted at her tears. “Yes, Mummy…you’re right. I’m so sorry Daddy. Here, let me wipe those eyes for you. She took her lace hankie and dabbed it in her teapot to moisten it. “Bend down, Daddy, I’ll wipe your eyes for you.”
And when Dermott bent down to his daughter at her request, she crashed the teapot over his head and sent his sprawling across the living room floor. Constance was so startled that her trigger finger flinched and boom went the shotgun. Constance screamed and dropped the gun, but it was too late – she had shot Allison, who was lying on the floor, covered in blood, barely breathing.
Constance rushed to her daughter, “Oh Allison, Mummy is so sorry. Oh dear, don’t die.” But Allison clutched her mother’s breast one last time and was gone.
She and Dermott buried Allison in the veggie garden, knowing that Allison would be happy to know that she would live on in some way. And then quite out of nowhere, they made mad, passionate, dirty love atop the fresh grave – then promptly fell to sleep.
In the morning when they woke in the veggie patch, they held each other and both sighed a sigh of relief. It was sad that Allison had died but knowing they could now be together with impunity filled their hearts with great hope. “I love you so,” Constance said, stroking the curly black hair on Dermott’s chest.
“And I love you too,” Dermott kissed the top of her head.
“And I love you both,” Allison’s teddy bear said and ran toward them, “and I shall never leave you.”