Revenge of the Scorned Witch

Just as fast as the letters started, they stop. Years pass, the children are all grown up, living their own lives and raising their own families. I remarried to a great guy that Bryan introduced me to, who is a witch like me, except he doesn't practice anymore. My life was going great until I got a call from Bryan one day.

"Have you heard the news yet?" He asked me.

"News about what?"

"The news about Ellis's release from prison."

"No!" I scream into the phone. "When was he released?" "They're letting him out tomorrow morning sometime." "Why are they releasing him? He is a known terrorist!"

"I'm not sure, but I'll try to find out more, ok? I just thought you should know," Bryan said. "I'll tell you what I find out when I get home tonight."

I sat in the living room with my handgun with every light turned off until my husband, Ron, came into the living room and flipped on the light.

"What are you doing down here in the dark?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Turn the lights off and come sit with me," I said as I patted the seat next to me. "I just got a call from Bryan, he told me that Ellis will be released from prison in the morning." "They can't release him, he is a terrorist who is obviously mental and needs to be put in a hospital."

"I'm not sure, but they are releasing him."

"Well, then we need to get some sleep because tomorrow is going to be a long busy day." Ron takes my hand and leads me back up to our room. Surprisingly, I fell fast asleep. The next day I woke up earlier than usual. As I sat up, I noticed that Ron was already awake, watching the news in bed, waiting for me to wake up.

"You got a call from Bryan. He just wanted to let you know that as of seven o'clock, Ellis was a free man. Also, he said to make sure you had Bonnie on you at all times as a precaution," He passed on. "But just tell me one thing, who or what is a Bonnie?" He asked concerned.

I get up and motion for him to follow me into my office. "Pull the black book out," I ordered. Ron walks over to my bookshelf and does as he was instructed. He jumps back, knocking my desk as the wall opens, revealing the secrets it hides inside of it. I smile as I walk past Ron, who stares in amazement at my weaponry. I walk over the shelf on the left and pick up my three eighty.

"This, Ron, is Bonnie," I chuckle. Ron walks inside and picks up the Tommy Gun.

"Where did you get all of these?" He whispers.

"I bought a few, some were gifts, like that Tommy Gun your holding came from Randy."

"Wait a minute, your dad Randy, the FBI agent, gave you a Tommy Gun as a gift?" He said in amazement. "That's a hell of a present."

"Maybe he figured I would need it to kill Ellis before he knew about my little collection here," I joked. I stood there the longest time, watching him look through my armory. He almost looked like a mob guy standing there holding my Tommy Gun, which looked to be his favorite out of them all. As Ron was making his rounds looking at all the handguns, rifles, and automatic weapons, I heard Bryan yelling for me from the living room, "Have you heard from him yet?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet, but I have a feeling I will be soon," I reply. My feeling was right because right after I had said those words, my phone rang.

"Hey, gorgeous, did you miss me?" Ellis's voice crooned over the speaker of my phone, but before I could answer, he hung up just as fast. I guess he thought I was trying to trace the location of his phone. I don't know, all I know is that every time he called me, it was a different number along with a short message. The good thing is that he never bothered the children or came around the house. All he did was call me with the weird, cryptic messages.

Until one night when Ron was at work and Bryan was out on a date, and he showed up at the house. Ellis somehow got past my security system and came into the house like he still lived there. I had come out of the shower to find him sitting quietly on the couch with a forty-five sitting on his lap while watching television. I knew nobody was home except myself, so I snuck to where I could see the living room. That's when I saw him sitting there like he had many times before. I went into my bedroom quietly, closed the door, and sent a text to Bryan. Then I called Randy, who said, "Not to worry, I'm almost to your house."

I got dressed, grabbed my gun from the bedside table, then went downstairs to confront Ellis.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I exclaimed while pointing my gun at him. "You do realize I can shoot you right now and claim self-defense?"

He just sat there without looking at me. "Babe, put that thing down before you shoot yourself," He chuckled. "So, where are the kids at?" He asked.

"They're out with friends, and trust me, I won't be the one getting shot."

"Good, that means we're alone for a while, so we can have makeup sex."

"Hell no! If you try and lay a hand on me, I'm pulling the trigger."

Ellis stands up, letting his gun fall to the floor, almost like he had forgotten it was in his lap. Then he walked over to me and pulled my weapon from my hands so fast that I wasn't expecting it. Thankfully, Randy had just walked through the door at the same time and shot him in the knee, which made him fall to the ground.

"Now, son, that's no way to treat my daughter," Randy snarled at Ellis. I ran over and kicked my gun from his hands before he could stand up.

"You don't belong here, get the hell out," I yelled.

"I do belong here, you're my wife, remember?"

"I divorced you, do you remember that little tidbit?"

"That was just a piece of paper. We are married under god, you can't break that."

"I'm remarried now, so get out."

"I'll leave the house, but I won't leave you." He walks out of the house and down the road.

"I don't trust him, Joy. We need to do something about him," Randy seared through his teeth.

"I agree with you on that, but what?"

"I'm not sure, but give me a few days to figure it out."

"I can handle it by myself, you know."

"From what I have seen, not so much."

"Excuse me," I exclaimed. "I can take care of myself. I just wasn't expecting him to take my gun, but I'll be ready for him next time."

"Fine, will you accept help anyway?"

"I was raised never to turn down help, so yes, thank you." We sat and talked about the many ways we could get Ellis, still not coming up with anything.