Free Flesh: Part Sixteen (The Flesh Series Book 16) by Sky Corgan Page B

and go to town on it with a baseball bat. That wouldn't take me anywhere near as long. But I have no idea what he drives, and with my luck, I'd end up accidentally targeting some celebrities car and still go to jail.
    Not a good idea either.
    I slump against the sofa, screwing my face at the television. If only this stuff was as easy as they make it look in the movies. Why does getting revenge have to be so difficult? All I want is a little bit of retribution for my pain and suffering, but I don't want to have to deal with the consequences of it. Is that so much to ask for?
    The show I'm watching cuts to commercials. I stare at the television blankly, internally pouting at the realization that there's absolutely nothing I can do to get back at Lucian. He's won, as he always does. Fucking asshole.
    But then a commercial for Home Depot flashes across the screen. I'm so lost in thought that I practically miss it. Apparently, my mind is still processing the images though, because they're running a special on a certain product, and the second that I see it, a light bulb instantly goes off inside of my head. I now know what I'm going to do. I know how I'm going to get revenge against Lucian.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    It's funny how quickly my mood can shift. One minute, I'm giddily filling up a shopping cart with cans of spray paint. The next minute, my palms are sweating profusely and I'm second guessing my plan as I pull into Lucian's driveway.
    This is a bad idea. A really bad idea.
    That's the good girl inside of me talking, the one who has always played by the rules. Well, this is what playing by the rules has gotten me, a broken heart and a damaged friendship. That girl is the one who got me into this mess in the first place, chasing the idea of a perfect romance with the wrong man.
    You deserve this. Sure, he probably has video surveillance so he'll know it's you, but I highly doubt he'll turn you in for it. And even if he doesn't have video surveillance, he'll still know it's you. That's all that matters in the end, I think. The mess will be easy enough for him to clean up, but at least he'll get the message.
    I jump my car up onto the curb, making sure to run over some of his landscaping and give myself room for what I want to do. From the second that I arrive, my eyes are glued on the front door of Lucian's house. The paranoid part of me is worried that he'll walk outside and shoo me away. Then this would have all been pointless. The reasonable side of me though knows he's at work. I came here to do this, and I'm going to do it, but not without some internal coaxing.
    I take a deep breath and kill the engine before quickly leaning over to grab two cans of spray paint from the plastic bag on my passenger's seat. Even though Lucian lives at the end of a cul-de-sac that hardly anyone ever drives down, I need to do this quickly. I want to do this quickly. My heart feels like it might burst free from my chest, the adrenaline is running through me so strong.
    I pop the tops off of both cans, then force my car door open and step outside, taking one final look at the house before heading to the driveway. I shake one of the cans, listening to the clicking sound that it makes. I'm so nervous that I feel like I might choke. My brain is screaming at me not to do it, but my body doesn't listen. I bend over and start spraying the word 'MANWHORE' in letters big enough so that they could be seen from space.
    By the time I'm done, a lot of the jitters have worn off. Realizing that I'm not going to get caught gives me more confidence. I straighten myself and suck in a deep breath of victory, my eyes dancing around the front of his property, picking out other targets to vandalize.
    I'll spray paint the front of his house, and then I'll do his lawn and trees if I have paint left. He'll come home to a nice big mess that blatantly screams 'I hate your fucking guts.' Then perhaps I can feel like I've won for once. At least