Caught In Your Own Trap

God no!

What do I do?

That is a fucking stupid question.

Get your shit off the fucking floor, Jenna, and save your husband.

“Hey fuck head.” Luke turns to me as I call for his attention. “I suggest you drop that gun.”

He bursts out in a rumble of laughter, “God, if this were not, so such a fucked up the mess, I would say that is fucken hot.”

My body stiffens as I cringe at hearing his words, “You a sick fuck.”

“What happened to monster?” His rumble becomes even scarier than before.

But I am not about to back down, “Just drop the god damn gun.”

“Baby,” he but only give me some wicked smile on his face. “By the time you get that safety off, I would have blown his brains all over the pole.”

Fuck. I knew I forgot something

Not a bit startled by his comment, I continue, “Even before you squeeze that trigger, your ass will be on the floor.”

“Ha!” He exclaims as he has the upper hand, “Your husband knows better than to fuck with a man that has a gun in his face. “Pity I have to ruin such a pretty face.”

Fuck.

I need to get this safety off and that gun out of Tyler's face.

What the fuck do I do?

Think, Jenna, think.

A distraction

What?

I look at him and decide that, well, not truly thinking at all, I do the thing that I know the best, “Why don't you just drop that gun, and we can go inside the house.”

He gasps at me as his near drops, “What, and you are just going to fuck me?”

There is a shiver that goes over my body as the words come out of my mouth, “Yes. Either way, one of us is going to die today. We might as well fuck one last time.”

He only but shake his head at me, “Do you think I am fucking stupid. I know what you are trying to do.”

“No, Luke,” I try my best to convince him, “I don't think you fucking stupid. I just know what you want. Why else am I here then.”

I lower my gun and start walking towards him.

If there is one thing I know best, that whenever you don't know what the fuck to do, then use sex

Tyler is probably cringing inside.

I have to do something to get that fucking gun out of his face.

And Luke is just fucking sick enough to fall for it.

Tyler that has been watching this entire exchange unfolding in front of me, calls me for my attention, “Jenna, what the fuck are you doing?”

Then I do the unthinkable, but I know it has to be done to let Luke think that I truly mean as I say, “Shut the fuck up, Tyler. It's your god damn fault that we in this mess.”

He looks at me in disbelief, “My fucking fault? You are acting crazy.”

I wish the dumb idiot will see what I am trying to do.

I can see that there is confusion, even hurt in his eyes as I continue to slam him with my words, “If you weren't so ‘I am not gonna give you sex,’ I would not have fucked, Luke. It's very clear who really actually fucking loves me around here.”

That should get the monster fucking raging; he is doing this for love after all, isn't he.

Luke gets the most godawful grin on his face as he interrupts us, “Guess your happily ever after is not so happy after all.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Tyler snaps at him as he is still trying to figure out what I am doing.

Then Luke steps only but a step closer to Tyler, “Do I need to remind you who has got the gun in your face.”

I, too, step one step closer to Luke as I say, “I wish he would just shut that god damn mouth of his. How about we tie him back up and let the damn thing rot in here.”

But Tyler has not yet caught on to my plan as he continues, “Jenna, can you stop and listen to you fucking yourself.”

Oh my god, he is a damn idiot

“You are a god, damn idiot,” I grunt at him out of frustration. “You can't even see the truth when it is staring you in the face.”

He continues to shake his head in disbelief, “What is wrong with you?”

The only one that thinks he knows what is going on here is Luke; as he turns to me and speaks again, “Oh, I am fucking enjoying this. I think I am going to get what I came here for after all.”

I grind on my teeth and step yet again closer to Luke; he is only but an arm's length away from my reach. As I do, I try to get Tyler to listen to what I am trying to say, “Walked straight into the god damn trap.”

Finally, the damn idiot wakes up. “Fucking take her.” He stares at me and gives me only but a slight wink. “I am tired of dealing with her god damn shit and cleaning up her fucking messes. You two deserve each other.”

“Ouch.” Luke smirks at Tyler, “Does the truth hurt? She loves me more than your poor sorry ass.”

Much to my own horror, I need to step up my game a bit, “Baby, just tie him up, and let's go. His face is making me fucking sick.”

Then there is that rumble from Luke’s chest again, “Fuck, I want to see you tie that asshole up.”

“You don't have to ask me twice.” I agree with Luke, knowing that every single word must be hurting Tyler.

I finally reach where they are standing. I am about to do something that is going to make my stomach turn. At this stage, I will do anything to get that fucking gun out of my husband's face. If it means I get hurt then so be it. I have caused enough hurt in pain in his life.

I step closer to Luke and firmly place my lips onto his. Forcing his mouth open to kiss me deeply.

He falls deep into my touch, and even a deep moan rolls over his lips, “Oh god, I have missed you.”

“Me too, baby.” My mouth agrees, but my entire body says no.

I push my body deeper into his and kiss him even harder. I can feel his body quiver and relax into mine.

He finally lowers his arm and wraps it around my waist. I drop my gun and pull him closer to me.

“Fuck, Luke.” I fake as I return the same moan deep from inside. “I want you so bad.”

He drops his gun.

It only takes Tyler a second to react. He grabs his gun and points it at Luke's head. “Get your fucking dirty hands off her.”

“You fucking bitch.” Luke raises his voice to a pitch that echoes through the barn.

With somewhat of a victory smile, I speak to him, “You should really learn to not think with your cock.”

Only but a burst of mocking laughter escapes from my lips, “You think for one second I would leave my husband for your damn crazy ass.”

Luke’s face turns to for only a small second to that of confusion, “I thought you loved me.”

“She did,” Tyler interrupts. “She did love you. Thank fuck she does not anymore. Your fucking ass is going to rot in jail.”

It only but takes a second for Luke to turn back into the monster that he truly is. “We will see about that.”

I shake my head at him in disappointment, “You are a god damn monster.” And just for a moment, I believe that I can see hurt in his eyes.

In less than a few seconds, Luke dives to the floor to get his gun.

I don't know who pulls the trigger first.

I close my eyes and let out a violent scream.

“NO.”

All I can hear is a loud bang.

Then a body drops to the floor.

I am too scared to open my eyes.

Next, I feel warm arms wrap around my chest, and a gun drops next to my feet.

My body stiffens.

Then someone speaks, “Baby, everything is okay now.”

Tyler pulls me even tighter into his warm embrace.”

“God, I am so happy you are okay.”

I look down to my right and see Luke's lifeless body on the floor, “Is he?”

“Yes.” Tyler but only nods as he stares at Luke’s body that is lying in a heap of nothing on the floor.

I drop my head and feel as regret settles over my body, “I am sorry.”

It does not take Tyler any hesitation to answer, “I am not.”

He pulls his hand around my shoulder, “Let's get the fuck out of here.”

Just as we are walking out, his sister and Nathan come rushing in. His sister runs up to Tyler and hugs him, “Fuck are you guys okay?”

“Yes,” Tyler says as he points over to Luke. “But he is not.”

“Fuck Tyler. I will call it in.”

As we walk away from the barn, Tyler looks over at me, “Baby.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we fucking burn that wedding dress?”

Through all this shit, I completely forgot that I still had my wedding dress on

“Yes,” turn to face him. “Burn the gawn damn thing.”

Then out of nowhere, he faces me again, “Do you think we can go on honeymoon now? I don't think all this excitement counts.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Let's go up to your ranch.”

I can't quite place the emotions in his eyes. At times it looks like he is relieved, but how can you be relieved that you have just shot and killed a man. There is a dreaded look of fear hiding underneath as well. I know the monster is gone but what else has him so shaken. He was only protecting himself and me.

He stars at me for a while and then continues to say, “You are overthinking it.”

“Overthinking what?” I ask.

“Whatever is racing through your mind.” He pauses for a moment and softly speaks under a strained voice. “I love you. I am glad that monster is dead.”