The Second Lane

By Deccan Mock

Revenge | read 02 min #shortstories #fear #revenge #violence

It was a Sunday morning and she woke up in her bedroom with bruised lips and Chudithar tops. She couldn’t get up at first try as her body pains didn’t allow due to the pain in her loins. She felt hammered and disgusting as she was forced with something a human never want it to happen. She finally got up and tried to walk. She limped with great difficulty to the kitchen due to the pain below her abdomen. She picked up the kitchen knife from the cupboard and slid it in her cuff and got out of the home.

As she walked in the lane towards the main road, the street dogs there gathered around her and started marching along as if the soldiers were marching along with the Empress protecting her. Although she looked weak and broken walked with strong determination enduring all the pain to do something before her body would put her off. She walked slowly but like a Queen with the canines around her to make the concerned individual pay for it. It was not justice. It was rightful revenge she had to take which even the GOD had no right to stop her from doing so. For such a sin there is no paying back but her actions will make him repent for his.

As she walked out of the lane to the dusty main road, everyone watched the dogs in awe marching in a hexagonal pattern. She took the second lane as she knew his daily schedule because he was someone whom she trusted once. She walked into the lane as the people watched the dogs marching without any deviations not even to the dog whistle which the children playing in the street blew to divert them for fun. She knew if she took the right turn she will find him near the tea stall at the end of the street hanging out with his mates sipping tea and reading the Monday chronicle. She peeped from the compound wall perpendicular to the lane where the guy was. She waited until his mates left. After they left she paced towards him.

Meanwhile, near the tea stall, the guy paid for the tea and was waiting for the change. The stall owner turned around to take out the money from the depository. All of a sudden, the guy got pulled down and when the stall owner turned back he couldn’t find him at the counter but heard his voice and the dog’s grunting. He then got out of the stall to drive away from the dogs from killing him. He ran immediately to get help but before he could do so, the dogs had already pulled out the manhood of the guy, spat it out and left the place. The stall guy felt the chill going down his spine wondering why the dogs did this to him. He could just see the guy unconscious in a bloody mess and his genital thrown on the fallen newspaper which read that the girl two lanes away was found raped and killed in her home the previous night.