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A Woman Scorned
Summer. I missed summer more than anything. I longed for the wildflowers and sudden storms. I missed the Georgia summers, but even more that that, I missed Jake .I’d lived in Alaska for one year, three months, two days, nine hours, and seven minutes. Now, two days after I’d turned 18, I was going home.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” my momma asked.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” I told her, throwing more clothes in my bag.
I was only taking what I needed. Everything else would be shipped to me later, if I needed it. I was going to surprise Jake for his birthday. My plane would land in Savannah, then I’d drive to Darien, and, finally, I would take the ferry to Saint Simons Island.
“Who are you going to stay with?” Momma asked, completely derailing my train of thought.
“Amy.” I answered.
“I’m going to miss you, Eve.” She said, still trying to get me to stay.
“I’ll miss you to, momma; but I have to get out of this godforsaken ice pit.” I told her.
“Well, if we don’t leave soon, you’ll miss your flight.” she said, picking up one of my bags.
One silent car ride and eleven hours later, I stepped out of Savannah International Airport. I breathed in, the thick air feeling amazing to my lungs. I rented a truck; and drove for a few hours, singing along with the radio. I reached the ferry at 9:30, paid the twenty bucks for a ride to Saint Simons, and called Amy.
“Hello?” I heard Amy say.
“Hey, Amy. You got room for your best friend? Just for a couple of days, of course.” I asked.
“Eve? Umm… yeah, I got room. But why are you down here?” she asked.
“I’m going to surprise Jake for his birthday.” I told her.
“Jake didn’t tell you?” She questioned.
“Tell me what?” I asked.
“Jake’s in Vegas, getting married. He knocked up Peggy Ann, and his parents are makin’ him marry her.” She told me.
“Are you serious?” I asked, stunned.
“Yeah, he said he told you. I’m sorry, Eve.” She said, hanging up.
The ferry stopped, and I drove off. I headed right for Amy’s. I arrived at 11:30, pulling my truck around back. Amy ran outside.
“I’m so happy to see you!” She yelled.
Hey, Amy. When’s Jake supposed to be home?” I asked.
“Tomorrow at noon. What are you going to do?” She questioned.
“Meet him at his house. When he gets home, I’ll be sitting in his recliner.” I answered.
“Cool. How do you think he’ll react?” She inquired.
“I don’t know, or care. But I’ve been driving for a long time, so lets to bed.” I asked.
At 11:45 the next day, Amy dropped me off in front of Jake’s house. I walked up the sidewalk, and used my key to unlock the front door. I quietly slipped into the cool, dark house, and put my plan in action.
I pulled Jake’s recliner into the hallway, about ten feet from the door. I sat down, and waited. Amy texted me, telling me that Jake had just passed her house. Ten minutes later, the doorknob started to turn.
“Hello, Jake” I said, when he walked in.
“Eve? Why are you here?” he asked.
“Well, I was going to surprise you for your birthday, but Amy told me you knocked up Peggy Ann.” I answered.
“What are you going to do?” he questioned.
I pulled myself out of the chair. He looked frightened as I walked toward him. I stood in front of him. My hand came up fast, stopping less than an inch away from his face. He flinched; jumping back and peeing his pants at the same time. I laughed meanly.
“Remember Jake, God hath no wrath like that of a woman scorned.”