Horrorween Day 7 – Names – 50 Word Story Expanded

“How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?”

“I’m sorry okay, it’s just force of habit, you do something for so long you ju….”

“I don’t care, my name is Simone now, not Peter. It’s about respecting who I am, not who I was!”

“Don’t you dare throw that in my face, and think it’s okay. Out of everyone, I’ve been your biggest supporter since you began this journey. So sue me,  I slipped up, but we’ve known each other for thirty six years, and for thirty five and three quarters of those years, I’ve know you as Peter. So forgive my simple, honest mistake, and just answer the fucking question I asked!”

“Don’t do that, don’t brush this aside like it was nothing. I can see the looks you give me, the disgust you feel, is written across your face. So why don’t you just say what you really want to say, just get it off your chest, so we can move past it.”

“What the fuck? Are you seriously trying to make this into something?”

“I’m not the one who started it, you, you’re the one who disrespected my name, the one I chose, not the name given to me by those, things.”

“Those things? Are you talking about your parents?”

“Yeah, those sons of bitches, they gave me that name for fun, to taunt me, to keep me under their thumb. But I broke free, I showed them, I reclaimed who I am!”

“How in the fucking hell did them calling you Peter, make fun of you?”

“Don’t! You wouldn’t understand, you wouldn’t be able to. You’re just like they were, bitter, wrong, jealous, becuase I’m destined for great things.”

“P… Simone, we’re two bit thugs, we collect gambling debts for one of the biggest bookies in the city. We, are not really going to be anything more than what we are, and you, well, your skills are, for lack of a better word, borderline psychotic.”

“Are you trying to tell me I belong in the nut house?”

“I’m not trying to tell you anything, I’m just saying, you’re a few screws short of a few scre…” A fist crashes into his face, and his nose explodes across it, blood gushes forth, he rushes into the bathroom, grabbing a towel, pressing it tightly against his nose, and tilts his head backwards. “You fucking freak, what the fuck did you do that for?”

“Because you wouldn’t shut your big mouth, you’re lucky that’s all I did!”

“When the boss finds out he’s going to go ballistic, god, you’re a fucking moron.”

“Don’t bring god into it.”

“What the fuck are you on about now?” He says, staring at his reflection in the mirror, pressing the towel against his face.

“I said don’t bring god into the conversation, that so….. Just shut up and pass me the other towel,” he says grabbing the towel from the rack near the door and pressing it against his face. “I can’t believe you fucking hit me,” he says, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

 

END

4 Comments Add yours

  1. oglach says:

    Wow. Fair play.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks 👍 at first I couldn’t think of anything, but when I finally sat down, the tale took shape, and I think, worked.

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  2. Fucking brilliant!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much, it unfolded pretty much the way it reads, with a nice self uppercut mixed into the middle of it 👍

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