Pool Game: Part Two

The Pool Game Pt2 The Man I Used to Be

The Man You Used to Be

(if you haven't already, click her to read part 1 to understand how it all started)

Marcus abruptly woke from his sleep. His eyes rolled around wildly as he searched for the relentless, interruptive noise. Finally he realized that the annoying sound that ripped him from his nightmare was his own phone. Marcus continued to lie for a few moments longer before; finally, he reached for his phone and blindly pressed it against his ear.

“Hello”? Marcus answered inquisitively.

“Hi Marcus, it’s me.” The voice on the other end said.

“What? Who?” Marcus replied

“Marcus, it’s me, it’s Robert.” The voice insisted.

Marcus instantly popped up and sat into an upright position. If it wasn’t for the intense pain that projected from every beat of his heart he would have thought he was still asleep

“Why the hell are you calling me Robert? What can you possibly say that’ll make me forget that you took away the only thing in this world that ever meant anything to me?”

“I can understand if you don’t want to hear from me Marcus but I have to talk to you okay. I’m your best friend Can you give me a few minutes? Please?” Robert pled.

“Robert, you killed Twyla. You took her from me and now you want to confide in me? I question myself everyday why I was friends with you before and I’ll be damned if I entertain this moment!” Marcus yelled.

“It’s not like I don’t think about Twyla all of the time Marcus because I do!” Robert exclaimed. “Every single day and every single night I pray that you forgive me. Please Marcus, wake up and come and meet me.”

Marcus was so astounded by the nonchalant manner of Robert’s suggestion that his phone dropped from his hands. Uncontrollable emotions ran through his mind. In a failed attempt to contain himself he slapped his palm tightly into his forehead and cried wildly. He considered the hate he had for his best friend and the weird obsession he had for his own late wife. Then he recalled the unforgettable moments he shared with Twyla and with every thought he hollered harder and harder until he eventually cried himself unconscious.

When he finally came to, the first thing he saw was his phone sitting inside the same wrinkle mold it made in the comforter when it landed there the night before. He immediately realized that the incident that occurred the night before that he assumed to be a dream really happened. And no sooner than he finished that thought he heard a faint sound come from the phone. When he pressed it to his hear he heard the slight sound of a woman’s voice.

“Hello?” Marcus answered curiously.

“He’s speaking!” Her voice yelled.

“Marcus, I’m still here, it’s Robert.” The voice said.

“Robert, I don’t know why you’re choosing now to call me but my promise to you has never lost its truth. When I find you, when I finally have your neck between the grasps of my hands I’m going to squeeze you to your final breath.” Marcus said in a sadistic tone.

“I know Marcus. I believe you. Can I tell you about my dream?”

Marcus took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and tamed the release of his breath with a calm controlled blow. Finally he responded.

“Robert”, Marcus said with a suggestion of sarcasm. “I’m dying with anticipation over here. Please Robert; tell me about your dream.”

“Thank you Marcus. It’s really important that I share this with you.”

“Just tell me the damn dream Robert!” Marcus interrupted.

“Fine. Remember that night five years ago, the night when we first met Twyla?” Robert asked.

“Of course I do Robert. It was literally the night that changed both of our lives forever. Why are you bringing this up? You stalked us all night! I don’t want to think about this.” Marcus yelled. What does this have to do with your dream?

“Marcus, that’s just it. That’s exactly where my dream began. I, no more than you, want to think about these things but you can’t control your dreams, you know?”

“Yeah, Robert, you can.” Marcus interrupted. “Your dreams are your thoughts exactly.”

“Marcus!” Robert shouted. “Damn! It’s my dream. Shut up and let me tell it okay?”

“You’ve got a damn nerve. You killed my wife and now you think you can…”

“Marcus, let me just tell the dream okay.”

“Okay, fine.” Marcus said in a submissive voice.

“It was five years ago. We were at the Man-You-Used-To-Be Lounge.”

“Did you just say the Man I Used to Be Lounge?”

“That’s exactly what I said Marcus. Don’t you remember? That’s where we were. At the Warehouse lounge playing pool when she walked in. I said she was sexy and you said she was beautiful but no matter how anyone looked at her, Twyla was far from a mold from any ordinary assembly line. She was a delicate vessel created from God’s very hands.

Marcus instantly recalled the moment that Robert spoke of. It was like Déjà vu. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He recalled exactly how the moment transpired. As he listened he laid his head onto his pillow and slowly closed his eyes. The dark behind his eyelids turned into light and his first memory of Twyla returned to him as if it was happening for the first time. As the memory continued Robert’s voice illustrated the thoughts with narration. As Robert described his dream Marcus relived it inside of his quiet bedroom.

Upon seeing her, Robert dropped his cue stick and started to walk in Twyla direction but before he could muster up a stride he stopped when he saw Marcus headlined ahead of him. As Marcus neared closer to her he became weak in his knees and desperately controlled the urge to tumble to the floor. As he advanced closer to her, Twyla watched him the entire time. Her eyes blinked, her smile curved and she stood still when she realized that hers was the spot of his destination. Marcus finally got within five feet of the gorgeous woman before he suddenly froze in place.

When she realized that he stopped she immediately became self-conscience. She considered her breath so she breathed into her hand. When it occurred to her that he wasn’t close enough to inhale her breath she turned and discretely peaked into one of the many reflective mirrors that designed the decor of the lounge. She saw that her hair was awesome, her make-up was flawless and her dress was perfect. As she looked at herself she considered how she’d be all over herself if she wasn’t herself. Realizing that any man would be a fool not to approach her she confidently looked back in Marcus’s direction.

Marcus felt strangely embarrassed. He didn’t know why but he suddenly knew that proceeding at this point was a mistake. He looked at Twyla one more time. As he stared into her eyes he saw that she was returning the look in the manner of an obscenely seductive tone. Marcus considered that this moment was the one that occurs only once in every man’s life. As he looked at her he knew that she was the ring on his finger, the mother of his children, and the name carved next to his in the bedrock of his tombstone. But as much as his instincts told him to approach her, his fright pulled him away. Finally Marcus turned and walked toward the bar.

As Robert narrated, the moment lasted minutes but actually the entire incident was only seconds. When Marcus sat at the bar he took a moment to look for Robert but he was nowhere to be found. He recalled ordering a shot of something dark and then remembered hearing a voice behind him asking the bartender for something clear. Marcus looked behind himself and saw the most beautiful face he’s ever seen standing as close to him as the edge of the bar was ahead of him. Twyla twisted the stationary stool next to him and, what seemed to be in slow motion, she sat down beside him.

Little did Marcus know, Robert sat in a stool on the other side of the bar directly across from him and Twyla. Robert drank from his frosted mug and watched the two as they became acquainted. He was on his fifth drink but was sober enough to realize that Marcus intentionally, and without an ounce of shame, sat next to and seduced the woman who he wanted.

Ten Years Later and three years after his wife Twyla was murdered

… “Dude!” The man yelled as he sat on the ground in an upright position, “Did it just occur to you, right now, that your friend was responsible for your wife being dead?” The curiosity of the man’s statement made me freeze in place. “I was there that night dude and you two weren’t acting like two people who were only friends. Naw, you two were nothing short of best friends. At least that’s how it seemed.” He said shouting over the loud sound of falling rain. “For a man who was able to keep up a convincing yet deceptive front like that for as long as he did, he must have been carrying an intense amount of rage against you for a really long time.” The man said laughing. “No offense dude and I’m not saying that there’s any excuse for doing what he did, but you have to answer to yourself one very important question: What in the bloody hell did you do to him?”

Marcus stood in place and reflected on the man’s words. He thought back to the moment at the lounge when Twyla sat next to him at the bar even after he clearly shamed her. Then he thought about the evil expressions in Robert’s face as he watched them from the other side of the bar. After the considering the five years they were married versus the six years that his best friend was insanely jealous of their love, he slowly turned around and faced the stranger still sitting on the cobblestone ground.

Marcus walked briskly toward the man with expressions of pure rage. And when he advanced close enough, without hesitation, he began to kick and stomp the man nonstop with extreme prejudice. As he assaulted the stranger who he’s stalked for the last three years he continued to beat him until, finally, he was unexpectedly interrupted by an annoying noise. Suddenly he noticed that he was no longer standing the rainy alley. Instead he was at home in his bed. When he heard the noise the third time he realized it was his cell phone. Marcus was angry and frustrated with his dream but regardless he answered his phone.

“Hello.” Marcus answered inquisitively.

“Hi Marcus.” A woman said. “It’s me.

“What, who?”

“Marcus, it’s me, it’s Twyla.” The voice insisted. “I can understand if you don’t want to hear from me Marcus but I have to talk to you, okay. I’m your best friend’s wife. Can you give me a few minutes? Please?” She pled.

“Robert, you killed her. You took her from me and now you want to confide in me? I question myself everyday why I’ve ever been friends with you before and I’ll be damned if I entertain this moment!” Marcus yelled.

“It’s not like I don’t think about you all of the time Marcus because I do!” Twyla exclaimed. “Every single day and every single night we pray that you come back to us. Please wake from this coma Marcus. We love you”

Marcus was so confused by the complex interchanges of voices that he dropped his phone, landing into the folds of the comforter that covered him. He pressed his palm tightly into his forehead and cried wildly. Mixed emotions ran through his mind as he considered the hate he had for his best friend and the obsession he had for his late wife. Marcus recalled the unforgettable moments he shared with Twyla and with every thought he hollered with unadulterated intensity. He cried until he was unconscious.

When he finally came to, the first thing he saw was his phone sitting inside the same wrinkle mold it made in the comforter when it landed there the night before. He immediately realized that the incident that occurred the night before that he assumed to be a dream really happened. And no sooner than he finished that thought he heard a faint sound come from the phone. When he pressed it to his hear he heard the slight sound of a woman’s voice.

“Hello?” Marcus answered inquisitively.

“He’s speaking!” Twyla yelled.

“Marcus, I’m still here, it’s Robert.” The voice said. “Can I tell you about my dream?”

Marcus took in a deep breath, closed his eyes and tamed the release of his breath with a calm controlled blow. Finally he responded.

“Robert”, Marcus said with a suggestion of sarcasm. “I’m dying with anticipation over here. Please Robert; tell me about your dream.”

“Thank you Marcus. It’s really important that I share this with you. What if I was to tell you that it was me who Twyla fell in love with at the Warehouse Lounge? What if I also was to tell you that after stalking us that night you became so traumatized that ever since then you’ve been in a deep suspended looping animated coma? And Marcus, what if I was to tell you that there was never a pool game and Twyla is still here with us, very alive and still ticking?” Robert said wrapping his hand around Twyla’s waste.

This moment was the longest that Marcus has ever separated himself from his deep comatose state, the longest he’s defected from his invented pool game script. He looked fully conscience, seemingly aware of everything that was going on around him. Robert and Twyla stood over his hospital bed. They smiled with excitement as they realized that Marcus has finally come back. Marcus looked at Twyla and smirked. It was the happiest he’s seemed since he originally saw her when she walked past the pool table.

After a few moments of bliss he finally looked away from Twyla and into the eyes of his best friend. He observed his arm wrapped around her waist and then looked back into his eyes. Robert returned the look with a snarky grin. After looking at Robert for only a few moments he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“Robert, I don’t know why you’re choosing now to call me but my promise to you has never lost its truth. When I find you, when I finally have your neck between the grasps of my hands I’m going to squeeze you to your final breath.”

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Dee42 5 years ago from Beautiful Arkansas

I was looking for something to read, and I found this. It kept my interest, no offense but it was like a really cool Twilight Zone episode. I was hooked!


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olmosley 5 years ago from Philadelphia Pa Author

Thats the first time I've heard of something I've written compared to the Twilight Zone but I can see it too. I recommend reading my first hub,The Pool Game Part1. I think you'd have a more thorough gist of this one. Thank you very much for both the comment and following me.

http://hubpages.com/literature/The-Pool-Game-An-ec...


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Dee42 5 years ago from Beautiful Arkansas

Part one, that makes sence... :D

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