Til Death Do Us Part

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Til Death Do Us Part

The music was playing soft, in their small convertible, as Tamarra whispered the words, "I love you, sweetheart."

Nate Blackstone returned a smile. He could see she meant it--every word of it. He knew she adored him, even more than the first time they made love over two years ago. He was Tamarra's greatest companion and they shared a special gift with one another; not too many could compare to the love they had. It had been a unique bond of devotion, since Tamarra first placed her beautiful green eyes on Nate. They had met on the internet and were only supposed to be friends; two individuals who had just finished brutal divorces, out for some coffee and amusing conversation, but the attraction grew just as the night developed into a fiery passion. Their love affair progressed into an inseparable connection. They were now soul mates and their consecrated relationship would never end, no matter how many obstacles trespassed into their lives.

The warm, night air felt good on their faces, as they were traveling back home from their three-day honeymoon. There wasn't much money to play with, so Nate suggested a secluded cabin in the northern part of the state, and Tamarra agreed. She just wanted Nate's exclusive time. Although he worked from home, his labor had often interfered with their special time alone, and he promised that this would not interrupt their honeymoon.

"I'm gonna have to stop, honey, for gas," Nate said.

"What town is this?" asked Tamarra.

"There was a sign back there that said ‘Farmberry, 6 miles'. I'm pretty sure I remember traveling this route before, but then again, who knows. All I know is we are about fifty miles from home."

They entered the dimly lit town and pulled into the gas station.

"I think I remember this town," Tamarra said, as she got out.  "I think I have family that lives around here somewhere."

"Dis reminds me of da back hills and stuff. Hey, Norma Joe come fetch me some vittles, haw, haw," Nate mockingly imitates.

"Stop, ya goof, somebody might hear you," Tamarra giggles.

"You're kidding me; you really think you have family living here. I mean, no offense, sweetie, but wow!"

"What? Usually, people from small towns like this are heartwarming and friendly."

"Umm, I hate to say it, babe, but this reminds me of a horror flick. You know, where they murder people and then eat them because . . . well, you know, they're weird." He wiggled his hands in her direction.

Tamarra put her hands on her hips and gave Nate a strange look. "Anyway, I'm going to use the bathroom, while you get gas."

Nate smiled and followed her into the store.

"I wonder if they even have a restroom . . . oh, yeah . . . I see the sign now. I'll be back in a minute, sweetie," she said, as she blew a kiss at Nate. He knew she was wrong, it was not going to take a minute in the restroom; he saw she brought her purse, so that meant she would be in there for several minutes—the hair, makeup, and potential objects in her teeth had to be corrected. Even though she was already beautiful, it was as if she needed to be absolutely ready for any traveling talent show that might miraculously appear, and especially in the middle of nowhere. Nate chuckled to himself; he thought she was crazy.

There was no one at the counter, when he first approached. He looked around at the different mounted deer heads and other stuffed creatures that lined the store walls. There were knives, shotgun shells, fishing hooks and other tackle behind the counter. It was a large assortment of hunting paraphernalia for such a small store. Then he heard movement from a back room that was labeled ‘Fishing Bait'.

"I'll be there in a second," said a young female. She smiled, when she advanced to the booth. "What can I do for ya?"

"I need twenty in gas," as he placed a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

The young lady smiled again. Then she grabbed the fifty and opened the drawer.

"Sorry, it took me so long, but I'm the only one here and well . . . ya know how that goes."

"Oh, I'm in no rush," Nate replied. He laughed under his breath and thought about how long Tamarra was going to take anyway.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you from ‘round here?"

"No, ma . . ." Nate cleared his throat. "No ma'am, just passing through. Actually live further down state." Then Nate returned a smile.

"Are ya by yourself?"

"Nope . . . no, just got married recently. Actually, my wife is in the bathroom."

"Well, let me be one of the first ones to congratulate." She held out her hand.

Nate took her hand, and the young female winked and said, "My, my, your wife is certainly a lucky woman."

"Why thank you. And I'm sure your . . ." Nate hesitated to look at her left hand and he noticed she wasn't wearing a ring " . . . boyfriend is pretty lucky, too."

She smiled again. "Ha, boyfriend, why would you think I would have a boyfriend?"

"Well, I figured with your good looks . . . ya know, that you probably have a boyfriend or someone in your life," Nate said, as he could feel the flush on his face.

"That's very kind of you . . . what did ya say your name was?"

"I didn't, but it's Nate . . . Nate Blackstone. Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet you, too, Nate. My name is Christie, and you are a handsome one, aren't ya?" She winked at him again. "Yes, yes; she certainly is lucky." Then she handed Nate his change.

Tamarra returned from the restroom. She smiled, as she approached the counter. She glanced at the girl and then returned her eyes back to Nate. "All set, honey."

"Well, actually honey, I'm gonna go hit the restroom, but otherwise we're all paid up," he smiled, then he went toward the restrooms. For some reason, his stomach wasn't agreeing with him. He knew this wasn't going to be a fast visit to the john. Damn, fast-food burritos; they get me every time, he thought.

After Nate had struggled in the restroom, he noticed Tamarra and Christie were no longer at the counter.

"I'll see ya later, Christie," he said, walking through the store. He heard no reply, as he passed the door.

He saw Tamarra sitting in the passenger seat.

She smiled, as soon as she saw him approach the convertible. "Oh, baby, you just don't know how much I love you."

"I do know how much you love me, but do you know how much I love you?" he said, as he stretched his arms out as far as he could reach. "I love you this much. Actually, more than that, but my arms won't reach far enough to cover the ends of the earth."

"Awww, you are so sweet to me. I will do anything for you, Nate," she assures him. "Anything."

He winked at her. "Simply gorgeous, that's what you are--gorgeous!" Then he began filling the tank.

It only took a couple of minutes, before he was back in the driver seat. His stomach was still making noise inside from the lingering burritos. Although he loved traveling, he knew he was going to dread the rest of the journey and the frequent, but needed stops for relief.

"Nate, I have to ask you something," Tamarra said, as she looked down in her lap.

"What, honey?"

"Well, ya know that girl that was back there?"

Already, Nate didn't like how this conversation was getting ready to turn out. He knew how insecure Tamarra was with herself. It was as if she needed constant reassurance on her looks, her personality, and her weight. She always felt she wasn't a suitable match for Nate and could never figure out why he was with her. Nate knew she was beautiful, but he always had a difficult time convincing her that she was.

He swallowed, "Yes, what about her?" He didn't glance in her direction, but paid attention to the road. He had to keep his eyes out for any forest creatures that potentially might make a path in front of the convertible--especially deer.

"Well, did you think she was pretty?"

Nate sighed.

"I know honey, and I'm sorry, but I just wanted to know if she was," Tamarra said.

"Listen, sweetie, I've already told you before. You are my love. I love you." He still kept his eyes in front.

"But I don't look like her. I'm mean, she's young and pretty . . . and, and if you didn't have me, you probably would have asked her out or something, right?"

"Please, don't do this. You don't know what you're talking about. Yes, she was attractive, but what does that have to do with us? I'm in love with you. Please, honey, don't."

"That's what I thought; you do think she is pretty, and I'm a fat-ass whale. The only reason you won't tell me is because you're scared to tell me," she said, as her tone turned argumentative. "You won't say anything for sure now, because we are married."

"Tamarra, stop it! Now that's not true."

"I thought you loved me and only me."

"I do, I do love you. Why can't you get that?" He looked at her.

"You would if I had her body and face! You should have seen the way you were looking at her. If I wasn't around . . . then, then there was no tellin'! I'm sure you wished you could have your hands all o'er her. She was salivating at the chance. I can't believe you would look at her like that . . ." she sobbed.

Suddenly, Tamarra pulled a long knife from her purse. There was wet blood on the blade.

Nate's eyes lit up. "What the . . . Tamarra, what the hell are ya doin'? Where did you get that?"

"From behind the counter; from that bitch!"

Nate was confused, but for some strange reason though, he continued to drive.

"You don't have to worry about her anymore. And I won't have to worry about another whore tryin' to steal my man!"

Nate's heart was pounding rapidly. It was a combination of heartbreak and terror. He had to try to calm her down. "Tamarra please put the knife down. I'm begging you, please. We can talk this out; we can, I love you."

"I don't know anymore . . . I don't know if you love me. All I know is I wanted to be with you forever, but . . . but you changed." Her crying had stopped immediately, now anger raged through her eyes. "I saw you with her, and you were happy, like you wanted her. You were making love to her with your eyes, while I watched from behind the store racks. You didn't even know I was there. You . . . you, didn't even know I was there."

Nate let off the accelerator, but not before she plunged the bloody blade into his side. The burning was intense, and then she twisted the knife once and pulled it back out. No longer was he concerned with the rotten burritos he had eaten earlier, the painful stab had taken care of that.

"Consider this a divorce!" Tamarra screamed.

Within seconds, the convertible swerved from side to side until it went off the road and collided head on with a massive tree. The thrust had slammed Tamarra's head against the dash. Nate's body was protected by the steering wheel. However, the blow had made it difficult to catch his breath. He looked down at his wound and knew if he didn't get medical attention soon, he was going to die. He looked over at his wife and she was still shaken up from the accident and she was very slow in her efforts of movement. He noticed blood streaming from her forehead and knew she needed medical assistance, as well.

Nate attempted to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, so he slowly climbed over the driver door. There was smoke barreling out of the crushed hood. He grabbed one of the suitcases that were surprisingly still sitting in the back seat and opened it to remove a large sweatshirt. He placed it on his side. He struggled to get around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened her door and she fell out.

"What . . . what's happenin'?" she moaned.

Nate said nothing. He began trying to search for the knife on the floorboards, but was having an extremely difficult time.

"Nate, what . . . what are you . . . do . . ." she never finished her sentence, but collapsed and lost consciousness.

After several minutes Nate found the knife in the back seat, and then witnessed as an old pickup approached with lights shining in their direction. Two older gentlemen got out of the truck.

"Hey, what's goin' on o'er there? Yer okay?" said one of the men.

Nate turned to reveal the bloody weapon in his hands. Quickly, the two men grabbed shotguns that were in the cab. Slowly, they moved in on Nate and Tamarra.

"Okay, buddy, puts that there knife down. We's mean it, now, puts it down."

Nate tried to get the strength to get the correct words out. "But . . . but, ya . . . don't unda . . ." then he dropped to his knees next to Tamarra.

"Look, Lewis, he gonna stick her again wit dat damn knife!"

They both raised their weapons.

"Na . . . na . . . no," Nate tried to scream, while holding up his hand.

Both men fired.

She waited patiently, as he ran around to the other side to open the car door for her. She checked her hair and make-up in the compact mirror that she removed from her purse. She noticed the scar had lightened up over the past several months.

"Why thank you, Steve," she said, as he helped her out.

"You are gorgeous and I can't help but love you," he said.

"Awww, you are so sweet to me, Steve. And I love you. I love you so much that you don't even realize how much I do," Tamarra smiled, as he led her toward the restaurant door.

'Til Death Do Us Part - By: R. Todd Woodstock

 

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Whitney Jan 16, 2012

oh goodness, she's a crazy one isn'tshe? lol nice story :)

Priyanka Dec 27, 2011

great job R. Todd Woodstock...keep writing..

Chanchal Dec 27, 2011

very interesting, something you dont read every day...good one

Devil Dec 24, 2011

Nice story...

HiGHopes Dec 24, 2011

good work.. really like your stories..

Soniya Dec 24, 2011

Again a good story...

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