I have so much rage running through my veins.  How could you love someone so much and hate them at the same fucking time?  I gave my soon-to-be ex-husband the world and in return, he politely gave me his ass to kiss.  I wish he would drop dead somewhere; or at least have a heart attack or something.

      When I met William, he worked for a fast food restaurant as a damn cook.  I was caught off guard by his flirtatious personality and dazzling good looks.  I have always been a fool for a tall, dark-skinned, brother with a big ass bulge in his pants.  But I was the one who got the wool pulled over her eyes.  I inadvertently allowed that son-of-a-bitch to hoodwink me.  Once he became somebody, earned a little money thanks to my real estate company that I gave him a position in as a manager, and dressed in nothing less than the best, he dumped me and put another woman on his arm. 

      Now, while he is out living the high life, I am sitting here in my bedroom drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of vodka.  This shit is so cheap that it doesn’t even have a name and it burns the hell out of my throat when I’m swallowing it.  But when you want some southern comfort to ease your pain, you need to downgrade to the cheapest shit possible.  It gets you drunk so much quicker than the good stuff.  Yeah, I’m going to have one heck of a headache and possibly be sick from a hangover…but it’s worth every gulp I take.  I love the way it numbs my pain.

      Although the vodka helps, I can’t help but to think about the things that he has done for her and to me.  I was pregnant at the same time she was.  Need I say that we were both pregnant by the same man?  I didn’t think so.  While I was lying in a sterile room, on a hard bed, having a miscarriage with our child, he was out buying his whore a push present.  With the money from our joint account, he purchased a Lexus for his new fiancé.  Then, the day he served me with divorce papers, he withdrew fifteen thousand dollars and paid for her engagement ring.  And even after all that, my stupid ass still wanted him here with me. 

      But this will all be over with in the morning.  As I finished the fifth of vodka, I continued to read this book that I had picked up earlier, ‘Wicca, Protection & Hexes’.  I have never played with black or white magic before, but if it could bring me some peace and tranquility in my life, and cause harm and destruction in his, I was all for giving it a whirl.

      I found a couple of spells that I wanted to try.  One was a protection spell to keep the dark spirits from attacking me while I was casting my spell.  The other spell would increase his fiancé Laura’s sex drive while decreasing William’s, making him impotent.  But with the hatred overshadowing my better judgement, I need to go a step further.  So, I read a little farther down and found out with a simple hammer and nail, I could also inflict a horrible sickness on him.

      I was feeling extremely good and, in the mood to cause havoc in his life.  I wanted to cause as much heartache as I could to show him exactly how it feels when someone you love rips your heart right out of your chest and stomps the blood out of it.  BASTARD!

      I stumbled over to my window, grabbing for anything in sight to brace myself from falling, just to verify the moon was still full.  Yeah…I know that was stupid, but it was important for this so-called spell to work.  My vision was blurry, but the moon was so big and so bright that it was impossible to not see it.  But it wasn’t the gorgeous ivory color like most nights, it was a lava red with hints of butterscotch yellow and apricot orange.  The moon wasn’t only full, but it was a blood moon.

      After standing there for a while and taking in the beautiful sight of the moon, I turned away from it and tried to steady myself, so I could move around the house to gather my supplies.  I gave the room a chance to slow down because not only was it spinning like a tornado, but with every step I took, I felt as if the ground was shaking.

      According to the spell, I needed a picture of William, Laura, four black candles, some cayenne pepper, salt, a few leaves from a Saw Palmetto bush, one nail, and a hammer.  With my book clutched under my arm like a purse, I stumbled into the library.  In my desk I had a few pictures of William and his lover that were provided to me by the private investigator I hired.  As I pulled their pictures from the envelope, rage ran rampant throughout my body like a cheetah running to catch its prey.  “You are a sorry ass son-of-a-bitch!” I yelled aloud.

      With tears streaming down my face, I made my way to the kitchen.  Luckily for me, I had some black candles from a Halloween party that we hosted a couple of years back.  I laid the book on the table and began searching for the additional items needed.

      Holding onto the counter, I yanked the drawer open, sending it flying across the room.  Since I was too drunk to walk across the room and bend over to get the candles, I took the easier route and crawled over to them on my hands and knees.  As I crawled on the floor like a three-year old, I thought to myself, ‘A drunk ain’t shit’.

      I grabbed the candles and made my way to the table and pulled myself up onto my feet.  I managed to make it to the spice cabinet to retrieve the cayenne pepper and box of salt.  I stumbled out to the garage and found William’s tool box and found the hammer and a nail.  I opened the garage door and made my way to one of the many Saw Palmetto bushes that surrounded my house.  What are the odds that this plant is native to Florida?

      I slowly picked a couple of leaves from it and made my way back into my garage and hit the button to close the door.  As I made my way back to the kitchen, I bumped into every wall I encountered and broke the heel off one of my Saint Laurent Opyum sandals.  I didn’t care though, I just took them off and tossed them across the room.

      To cast my spell, I had to protect myself from the dark spirits that would enter my home.  I know that this sounds like a bunch of bullshit, but no harm, no foul.

      I picked up the salt and began to walk around my kitchen, pouring it along the baseboards.  I had to make sure that there weren’t any breaks in the line.  And as I made my rotation around the kitchen, I had to say the Lord’s Prayer.  With my words slurring and as I placed the salt on the floor I recited it:

Our Father, who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy Name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

On earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

As we forgive those

Who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

And the power, and the glory,

Forever and ever.


      As I finished the prayer and closed the circle of salt around the room, I felt a surge of serenity wash through me.  Now, to be fair, I cannot say for sure it was the protection spell or my drunk imagination that was playing tricks on me.  Whatever it was though, I thoroughly enjoyed the peaceful feeling that engulfed me.

      I stumbled back to the kitchen island to search the drawers for a lighter.  The gods must have been smiling down onto me because it was in the first drawer that I gently pulled opened.  I grabbed it and made my way over to the kitchen table. 

      Holding tightly onto the kitchen table’s rim, I walked to each corner and placed a candle on its edge.  I lit them as I placed them down.  When I had them all in place and lit, I picked up Laura’s picture and placed it on the east side of the table and sprinkled it with the cayenne pepper.  Then I picked up William’s picture and placed it on the west side of the table and sprinkled the Saw Palmetto leaves onto it.  Then I raised my arms to the Heavens and yelled a prayer to the Archangel Samael:

Finally, be strong in Him and his mighty power.

Put on the full armor of Him, so that I can take my stance of revenge.

For my struggle is not that of the flesh or blood, but the matters of the heart.

Bless me with your guidance, attention, and divine intervention.

Grant my request and repay the heartache that William and Laura gave unto me.

      I could feel the air warm, causing me to sweat profusely.  The flames on the candles grew larger and burned redder.  And the pictures began to fold inward, catching fire at their corners.  I picked up the nail and placed it into the middle of William’s picture and hammered it into the table.  How I was able to hit the nail was beyond me. 

      As I hit it the nail with my final blow, a cool wind blew into the room and blew out the candles.  So, then there was blackness.

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