“The Ultimatum” – #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

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The Ultimatum

“Is Sarah gone?”

“Yeah, I’m sure that she’s long gone bro. I made it very clear that I don’t do ultimatums and that if she was trying to give me one, she needed to be gone by the time I got back,” I said shaking my head.

The snow pelting against Jake’s windshield was mesmerizing as he maneuvered his car up the hill to my house. With Sarah out of the picture, I had taken my brother’s offer to pick me up from the airport and we had just left his favorite cheap pub. I knew quite well that his offer to pay for dinner had everything to do with getting the full story about what had gone down with Sarah.

I was tired of Sarah as a conversation piece and just wanted him to shut up already. But as we approached my place, I couldn’t control the sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach when it hit me that Sarah wouldn’t be waiting, excited that I was back home. But like I said, I don’t do ultimatums.

“Dude, from what you said, Sarah didn’t give you an ultimatum. All she did was ask you what your intentions were about the two of you getting married. After four years, how can you blame her for asking? And what do you go and do to her? You tell her to move out if she’s got a problem with it! That’s a totally dick move you pulled on her.”

Jake’s eyes could have burned holes into me if they could have but I kept my eyes on the windshield.

“If I’m such a dick, you shouldn’t have offered me a ride home! I don’t need a fucking lecture right about now! If you think that Sarah is so great, you’re more than welcome to take her!”

“Jason…”

“Look, bringing up the marriage conversation over the phone when I’m away on business wasn’t cool.”

“Something tells me that if she had done it in person, it wouldn’t have made a fucking difference…” Jake countered.

The more Jake talked at me, the more I wanted to punch him out. With my anger mounting, I refused to answer otherwise I might have carried through while he was still at the wheel.

“Whatever Jake…”

I jumped out of the car into what looked like more than 5 inches of snow, almost ruining my expensive shoes. I made a mental note to call my snow cleaning company later to make a complaint.

“All I’m saying is that you might want to rethink…Hey, isn’t that Sarah’s car?”

My head swung around like the exorcist as I followed his finger that pointed out Sarah’s car parked on the street in front of the house. We stared at each other in silence as the snow whirled around us.

What the fuck was Sarah still doing here?

Jake snapped out of mutual shock and retrieved my luggage for me. My own feet remained cemented to the driveway as my eyes focused on my front door.

“Hopefully she hasn’t trashed your precious palace…Do you want me to follow you in? I mean, just in case she’s waiting to kill you or something?” Jake half-joked handing off my luggage to me.

I shook my head. “Sarah’s never been the crazy badass bitch type but…yeah, follow me inside anyways…even though I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Suddenly, Jake took a step back and leaned himself against his car.

“You know what? On second thought, I’ll stay here for now man. Just text me in a few minutes to let me know that everything’s cool and then I’ll come in. Or leave.”

“You’re a motherfucking coward Jake…”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “I guess that I am Jason. Text me.”

I slowly made my way to the door which was unlocked, something that I always asked Sarah not to do but she did it anyways when she expected me home. I dropped my bag to the floor and sighed with relief that the house wasn’t trashed. Everything was neat, tidy and in its place just the way I wanted it kept though I did notice a small stain at the edge of the white rug in the living room.

In the kitchen, an open take-out container of Basmati rice and beef vindaloo from her favorite Indian restaurant adorned the table and right next to it sat an open bottle of pink zinfandel. I hated Indian food for the mere fact that it stank up my house and pink wine was a sissy drink. Running my hand along both the take-out and the wine, I noted that the container was still warm and the wine still cool.

Sarah was definitely in the house.

“Sarah?” I yelled cautiously.

I heard the click clack of high heels coming from upstairs. I always hated it when Sarah wore heels that could scratch my expensive hardwood floors.

“I’m upstairs Jason!”

Her voice was devoid of anger and sounded normal but I bolted up the stairs, still thinking about what Jake had said.

I found Sarah leaning over the edge of the bed in my bedroom, zipping up a small suitcase. In looking around, I noticed that most of her personal items had vanished. It was obvious that she had taken my words to heart and had already moved out most of her things. But I was confused as to why she would take the chance of bumping into me like this. I didn’t need to ask.

“Sorry, I was so busy this week that I didn’t have a chance to pack up my things until today. I’ve been here all day.”

Sarah surveyed the room and then focused her attention on me.

“Time ran away from me. I didn’t mean for you to bump into me when you got back but maybe it’s a good thing.”

I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt so uncomfortable in my own place. I needed to fill the awkward silence in the air.

“You’ve been here all day? You took the day off work to move out?”

“No, I didn’t take the day off. I quit my job last week.”

“Wait, what? You quit your job over me? Look Sarah, I’m sorry about how I came across on the phone but I was angry and…”

Looking at her pretty face standing in front of me, I realized what a dick I really was but not enough to reconsider marriage. Sarah sat down on the bed and patted at the space next to her.

“Jason, sit down.”

How could she be so calm?

“I need to tell you something Jason,” she said as I sat down and I almost jumped right back up in panic.

“Don’t tell me that your pregnant! You can’t be pregnant!”

No marriage and definitely no babies were in my near future, the reason why I was way too careful with my condom use to get caught in a baby game.

To my surprise, Sarah laughed and her calmness made me doubly uncomfortable.

“No, definitely not.” She angled herself to look me straight in the eye. “Something happened a few days after you left but I needed time for it to absorb and deal with it. I know that you think that the world revolves around you but when I called you to talk about the marriage thing, I had already quit my job so that had nothing to do with you. What I needed to know was where we stood for the future and you were quite clear.”

“Sarah, stop being cryptic…”

The one thing I wouldn’t miss about Sarah was her long-winded ramblings. Sara pulled out a small piece of paper from her purse and held it out to me. When I tried to take it, she refused to let go.

“I had planned on telling you this when I called but you know what? Things work out the way they are supposed to Jason.”

Sarah let go, picked up her suitcase and headed through the door before I could react. The next thing I heard was the sound of the front door open, Sarah and Jake talking and then the front door close. I barely heard Jake sprint up the stairs to my bedroom.

“When she opened the door, I decided to come in. What happened dude?”

I didn’t have a fucking clue.

“She told me that she quit her job and some shit about things working out for the best. Then she handed me this.”

I opened the paper and looked at what Sara had handed me. It was a list of numbers from what looked like a lottery ticket, the kind I always warned her not to waste her money on.

Jake snatched it from me, looking just as confused as I was. After a few seconds, Jake’s eyes grew big and he pulled out his cell.

“What are you doing?”

I watched as Jake’s fingers swiped around on his cell and then his knees hit the floor like he was about to pray.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Jake?”

Jake waved the ticket in the air, his face as white as a sheet.

“Dude! This is a duplicate copy of the winning numbers from last week’s unclaimed lottery! For $10 000 000 dollars!”

“What?” I grabbed the ticket back from him and stared at it as if it would speak to me. “What!?”

Jake lay down on the ground, clutching at his chest as if he was having a heart attack.

“Holy shit! You just watched $10 000 000 dollars walk out your front door!”

I scurried over to the window to see if Sarah’s car was still parked on the street and it was. There she stood staring back up at me, her hair lightly covered in the falling snow looking like an angel. Seeing me in the window, she waved, slipped into her car and drove off.

No, no, no…

“What just happened?” I screamed at the top of my lungs and then looked down at Jake who still lay on the floor.

“I’ll tell you what just happened you fucking idiot! Karma just bit you in the fucking ass is what just happened. Holy shit! This is fucking crazy! This is worse than karma! I tell you, payback is a bad bitch and Sarah turned out to be the baddest bitch of all! What are you going to do?”

The only thing I could do was throw up all over my expensive shoes and my pristine unscratched hardwood floors.

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17 thoughts on ““The Ultimatum” – #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday

  1. Haha! I was holding my breath…(exhaling)…for a moment. The tension got me. 😊 Payback definitely got him though. Lol. He cared about his expensive shoes, but he ended up vomiting on them. Excellent work, Marquessa! 👍😊

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