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A Little Accident
Words by Chris Bedell
Image by Hanna Bechtle
I sat down on a chair in front of my boss’s desk. There was just something about what Mr. Stevenson said that hadn’t sunk in yet.
It was the one word an employee never wanted to hear.
Unfortunately, I was one of those employees because it was something that actually happened and wasn’t in my head.
It couldn’t have been a worse time to be unemployed since the country was in the middle of an economic recession.
I furrowed an eyebrow. “I don’t understand why you want to fire me. I brought in ten million dollars for the hedge fund last quarter.”
He coughed into his arm. “I know. And your work has been appreciated. We just had to make a few cuts.”
A burning sensation formed in my throat. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“I don’t really care how you feel. We just want you to clear your stuff out by the end of business today.” He rubbed his salt and pepper mustache.
I fought back the tears. I couldn’t let myself cry no matter how unbearable the situation was. I was a real man, and real men didn’t cry. It was like an unwritten law of physics or something.
I pursed my lips. “Well, it’s good to know my time here didn’t mean a thing.”
He brushed his blazer. “If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the only person being fired.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel better. Tell me something, how much did your pay increase this quarter?”
The blood drained from his face, turning his cheeks pale. “That doesn’t matter.”
I clicked my lips together. “Of course it matters. You’re just too greedy to realize it.”
A fly buzzed through the air, making Mr. Stevenson swat it. “I don’t think we have anything else to discuss. You should go, Wren.”
“What am I supposed to say to my wife?” I asked. “We’re trying to start a family.”
He rolled his eyes. “No offense or anything, but that isn’t my problem.”
I scoffed. “Of course it isn’t.”
I arrived home hours later.
The smell of pot roast hit my nostrils the minute I stepped into the living room. I put my briefcase down on the table before shuffling into the kitchen.
Lily lifted her gaze off the stove. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve left you four messages.”
I exhaled a long breath. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to blow you off. I just had a bad day.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Yeah right! Why don’t you do me a favor and stop lying to me? We both know you were out drinking tonight.”
“So what if I was?” I forced a gulp of air into my lungs. “I was fired.”
Lily sneered, revealing flared nostrils. “Great! Just what we need! Our future child can aspire to be an underachiever like his stupid drunk of a father.”
I folded my arms. “Are you pregnant?”
She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”
I shifted my gaze to the stove. “Anyway, I want to cancel the dinner.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, It’s just a dinner party is the last thing on my mind after being fired. “ I paused, taking in a gulp of air. “We should tell my brother and Julie we have to reschedule. I’m sure they’ll understand. They’ve flaked on us before.”
She raised her index finger at me. “No! We aren’t going to do that. You’re the one that wanted to have the dinner in the first place, and now you’re going to enjoy it whether you want to or not.”
“Do you really have to be such a bitch?”
She stirred the gravy. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re the one that’s drunk all the time.”
I rubbed a bead of sweat from my face. “I think we both know you’re exaggerating a little.”
Lily threw the spoon down on the counter. “Fine! You want to cancel the dinner? Go right ahead. But I’m so done with you.” She slashed out of the kitchen without another word.
I chased after her, following her into our bedroom. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Lily threw several wads of cash into a duffle bag, zipping it up a moment later. She whipped around to face me. “I’m doing something I should have done a long time ago; I’m leaving you.”
“Do you really think you’re going to leave me that easily?” I yanked the lamp out of its socket. “Because you’re the one that enjoyed my lifestyle.”
I smacked her across the head with the lamp. She hit the ground, making a loud thump. The lamp also fell to the ground, causing me to gasp.
I kneeled, checking her pulse. Nothing.
A ringing sound pierced the air. It must have been my brother and his wife Julie. I bit my lip, struggling to figure out what to do. My heart thumped inside my chest, getting louder with each passing second.
I hid the lamp in the closet before pulling out a suitcase, stuffing Lily into it.
The doorbell rang again!
“Coming,” I called out.
I descended the staircase a couple minutes later, yanking open the front door. “Hi.”
George flashed a smile. “It’s good to see you brother.”
I remained silent.
Chuckles fell from Julie’s mouth. “So, can we come in or what?”
I glanced back up at the stairwell before staring back at the two of them. “Yeah. Of course. Lily had to leave town unexpectedly on business but she sends her regrets. However, I’m confidant we can still have fun.”
I would have to find a more permanent solution for Lily, even if I hid her corpse in a suitcase. I could only pray I’d make it through dinner without being caught…
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