Want to know what is betrayal and the definition of revenge? This short story would tell you everything.The story is titled What Goes Around Comes Around for a simple reason that this story is about how you reap what you sow. Read along to find the hidden moral of the story.
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. The protagonist of the story is narrating his own story and that protagonist is not me! I know he is a pig but that’s just what the story needed from him! 😀
It was a Friday. I needed a date to keep me company this weekend. So I decided to hit this rave party one of my friend told me about. Surely I would find a drunk bimbo who would hit it with me. It was a costume rave party. I had to take out my prized possession. The costume of Shay, a former assassin of the brotherhood gone rogue to join the Knight’s Templar. This was from Assassin’s Creed game. Girls are quick to jump in the sack when I look so awesome in this costume. I was ready so I took out my Harley, another babe magnet, and made my way to the rave.
A woman dressed up as an assassin from the brotherhood caught my eye. She had blueish eyes and magenta hair. I couldn’t see her face because it was covered with the costume’s buff mask. The excruciating detail on her getup suggested that she was a really hot nerd! I had decided that she was the one I would hump. She was at the bar when I approached her. As I sat down, I said, “Hi, I’m Shay. I’m a rogue assassin!” trying to mimic Shay’s scottish accent.
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She was not impressed. She looked at me, rolled her eyes and said, “Not interested!” and walked away.
That was weird. Generally girls die to talk to me. What was wrong with this one? I couldn’t give up so easily. I had to pursue this. So I decided to follow her to the dance floor. As she grooved on the DJs music, her perfect curves gave me a solid erection. I quickly thought of something else because the costume was too tight to handle my boner.
I went in and started dancing around her. She let me. The DJ played lots of EDM songs and I could see that she loved them. So did I and fortunately I knew how to dance. I know, I am awesome! She was still not impressed. I realised this mark was not easy. So I did one of the most difficult dance moves I knew with ease and perfection. That ought to impress her! She was impressed. She handed me a piece of paper. To my surprise, the paper didn’t have her number on it. Instead it said, you would have to try harder Shay! This girl was really interesting. She was playing hard to get. I wasn’t going to give up either.
She moved to a different dance floor. I followed her. She was now dancing seductively around me. I played along. We kept dancing all night but she didn’t give it up! I was about to lose hope when she handed me another piece of paper. It said, meet me for lunch, 2PM, at Denny’s Pizza Place. Don’t be late. She started walking out of the rave.
I said, “Wait! How would I recognize you? What’s your name?”
She said, “I’ll recognize you!” and left. This was by far the most mysterious date I have ever had. But still, a date was a date. I still got it!
I reached Denny’s and saw an unbelievably hot woman sitting near the window pane. She had magenta hair and her eyes were blue. She was the mystery girl. When she saw me, she got up and said, “Hello Shay, what’s your real name?”
“My name is Alan”, I said, “What’s yours?”
“Tracy…” she said. A beautiful name of a sexy girl.
We had an unusually long lunch. Generally the lunch part of my date finishes very quickly and then the real fun begins. But weirdly this time, I really enjoyed her company. It was almost evening when we left Denny’s. I dropped her to her place and she didn’t invite me in! That was shocking too. She was really making me work for it.
After that we had a lot of lunch/dinner dates but she never let me hit it. It was very odd. This never happened to me. Even when these dates didn’t end up well, I liked them. It was fun. My counselor explained that I was falling in love with this girl but I used to believe that love was an old wives tale. Maybe this was it. Maybe she was the one for me.
It was too long. I had to have sex with her now. I deviced a plan and invited her to my place for a dinner date. There was wine, dim lights and music and I even cooked. Everything was set. Tonight was the night. When she came, I told her how beautiful she looked. I asked her if she wanted to dance. I had personally set the playlist for that night. Ellie Goulding’s Love me Like you Do came on. We skipped dinner and went straight to some hot steamy sailor fun.
I woke up next day to find that Tracy was not in the bed. There was a note on her side of the bed. It said, What goes around comes around. Love Amy…
Amy… that name sounded familiar. Where have I heard it! Then it all came back to me. Amy was this sweet innocent virgin that I had deflowered in my early bachelor days. She was rich and I had blackmailed her for her money in exchange for the raunchy video I had secretly captured of our time together. She couldn’t take the humiliation so she committed suicide. After meeting Tracy, I had realised that I had not done right by any of my previous lovers. But I would make up for everything with Tracy. But where was she and what was this note doing on her side of the bed?
Suddenly my phone started ringing. It was my lawyer. He asked, “Did you transfer everything you own to Tracy Whitney?”
“No I didn’t!!” I replied.
“Last night at 2AM you transferred every single dime you own including your house and your beloved Harley to a woman named Tracy Whitney and as you did all this in complete awareness of what you were doing, there is absolutely no way to reverse it. You are broke man.”
The Realisation
It took a while to sink in. Tracy’s last name was Whitney. Amy’s last name was Whitney. Tracy was Amy’s sister. She took everything from me, including my heart! I am writing this to let everyone know that I am sorry for all the pain I have caused. I have no reason to live now.
Alan took out a revolver from his bedside drawer and pulled the trigger against his temple splattering blood all over his linen sheets. He took the coward’s way out. Do you think Alan deserved what was done to him? Let us know in the comments.
