Dear Vicky

by Octavia Grant

“Who the fuck is she talking too?” I asked myself as I watched her approach with the phone still pressed to her ear. Jealousy and anger instantly consumed me because I had no idea who had her smiling so hard.

Sasha was my only true friend. Since she and Vicky were already acquainted, the only thing left to do was introduce Vicky to my family.

She had trained the bird to curse at her and call her dirty names, the way my father used to do.

Vicky’s salary was more than enough to support the two of us, while I finished school and found a higher paying job.

I knew my worth. I would never appear that deranged and desperate for attention.

Before she could finish her degrading insult, I grabbed the 35-lb dumbbell and swung it at her head. “Don't you ever call Vicky that word!” I screamed as I raised the dumbbell over my head, bringing it down to mother’s face again and again and again.

My mother died during childbirth so I never got a chance to meet her, but I'm sure she would have loved to meet you.

I had already searched Facebook, Instagram and Google and gotten all of her information. Facebook gave her name as Victoria Cherelle Tarver.

Vicky was everything I needed and wanted in a woman, friend, and wife. I couldn't wait until the day she gave birth to our children. I already knew she would be an amazing mother.

Vicky had left this key outside for me. She knew that I had barely been making ends meet. Now that I had the key, things would be different once I moved in here with her. I would have to talk to her about leaving the key outside. There were too many crazy and delusional people in the world. Leaving a spare key in a place so open was dangerous. The last thing I wanted was for these keys to land in the wrong hands.

But I was staring at a refrigerator full of food, juice, milk, and snacks. My appetite instantly went to Hell as anger filled me. My hands shook violently, because the thought of someone else touching her groceries had me ready to toss everything that was in the refrigerator into the trash.

I reached for the pillow to place over her face to smother the life out of her lying cheating ass.

Dropping the pillow, I knew what I had to do. I had to get rid of the man that thought he owned my woman.

Sasha was a good woman. She was going to make a good wife someday. If I wasn’t already spoken for, I would’ve considered making things permanent between she and I.

“The problem is a young lady reported a car similar to this one, with personalized plates that read, “Vick & Me” was reported fleeing the scene where her officer friend was murdered. On top of that-”

I knew that you didn't really love him because there is no way that you could love two men. A love like ours is rare. I mean it's no secret how much I love you. I’ve proven that I’d do anything for you. Vicky, I’d kill for you. I've eliminated any roadblocks that could hinder our love, and I don't regret it.

“Andrew do you know what you’ve done? You murdered her husband, a state trooper, your mother, your neighbor, and a helpless dog all because you are delusional?”

“I am not delusional. Did you see the way she smiled at me and massaged my chest? We’re in love, Sasha.”

“It’s not a lie Andrew. It’s not. You have been lying to yourself. When I first met you, your mother hated me because she thought you and I were dating. She was willing to do anything to run me off. One day she came to me and said, Andrew suffers from erotomania, so you’d better leave him alone. I had no idea, what the fuck that was. So, I googled it. Erotomania or Clerambault Syndrome is a form of delusional disorder when a person believes that another person is in love with him. It also said that disorder was linked to schizophrenia and bipolar. When I saw the Seroquel in

your car, I brushed it off and I shouldn’t have. You need professional help Andrew. I should’ve made sure that you were continuing to take your meds, but I didn’t because you had never given me a reason to doubt your sanity until now. Andrew, you murdered a cop, your mother, quit your job and school because a customer smiled at you. The two of you were never in a relationship.” Sasha sighed.

“Are you fucking serious? Are you the bag boy from Timmons Grocery Store?!” She asked but didn’t wait for me to answer. “I’ve only been in that store once and that was like two months ago. You ruined my life because I read your name off your name tag? Are you fucking for real! You convinced yourself that I

loved you, broke into my home, murdered my husband and left my children fatherless because I was nice to your deranged ass!” Vicky screamed before bursting into gut-wrenching sobs.