Sweet Revenge....By-Terry Forster
“You will be in hospital for a good while” Doctor Moses Hillary informed Amanda with a concerned look on his face.
“You have a fractured pelvis in three places and I will need to operate within the next few hours as soon as the theatre is available. Your left arm is also broken in two places and the shattered windscreen glass has caused some significant scarring on your face. There is no need to worry your self as I will repair your pelvis in theatre shortly but, you will be in Hospital for quite some time. Once you are stabilised we can tidy up your face with surgery but it will take time to heal and I can’t guarantee there will be no scarring. I am also sorry to inform you that the driver of the car died in the ambulance on his way here. Amanda took in everything the doctor told her and then burst into tears’
“Jason and I were going to be married in two month’s time, we were childhood sweethearts, what am I going to do without him by my side.”
Amanda burst into tears, “Why me, why Jason” she cried.
The operation of fitting steel plates to Amanda’s pelvis bones was very painful for her and she had to be re-taught the art of walking. Once she was able to climb stairs she was allowed to go and stay at her mother’s house until she felt confident in her walking ability. The skin grafting on her face proved to be a long arduous process and along with the physiotherapy she received, she was out of hospital and back home with her mother within three months.
Almost a year passed bye before she found out the young man named Abdul Kuwaiti, originally from Mozambique who crashed into her car had only passed his test a few days before the accident.
“He was on the wrong side of the road and fuelled with alcohol, he apparently had no idea where he was or what he was doing when he hit the oncoming car head on” said the newspaper report.
“He was driving at sixty miles per hour on a thirty mile per hour road and on the wrong side of the road while taking a difficult bend in the road.” the police report also stated. “His alcohol level was three times above the driving limit. Mr Jason Morgan had desperately tried to swerve out of his way, but on a tight bend like this one it was impossible to avoid the crash.”
As time went by the scars on Amanda’s face healed, but the pain within her heat and mind never ceased.
Jason’s funeral took place a month after the crash due to the autopsy that was performed on his body and that alone had increased the trauma within Amanda along with the hatred for the driver who, in her mind, had gotten off very lightly with only 3 years in prison and this played on her heart and mind for years to come.
Almost 27 months had passed by, most of her facial scarring had healed quite well and Amanda was now ready to seek revenge as she watched the BBC news. The news reader announced that numerous prisoners were to be released from jail early as was recommended by the state judicial prison system.
“Our jails are overwhelmed with petty criminals and it is costing the government millions keeping these petty criminals locked up. We are now going to release a number of prisoners from every jail in England and Wales who we have been deemed as petty criminals. They will have to report once every week to a councillor and wear an ankle bracelet so we can track where they are until the end of their prison sentence expires. They will be employed by certain companies we have chosen within their home areas and must attend their jobs every day without fail or they will be re-imprisoned.”
As far as Amanda was concerned these prisoners were getting off very lightly and the term “Petty Criminals” was a vast understatement as far as she was concerned. Life in prison should be for life and three years should be for three years.
The scaring on Amanda’s face healed slowly. Her facial make up hid most of the scars but her bottom lip and her chin were the worst scarred of all. Dr Hillary would operate again when he felt that Amanda was both fit enough and psychologically more stable.
Amanda scoured the internet for the names of the petty criminals who had been set free. Within a few hours she found who she was looking for, a young man named Abdul Kuwaiti in an old newspaper article who admitted he had been intoxicated whilst driving and caused a car crash that killed the driver and severely injured the passenger.
“Now I need to find out where he lives” Amanda whispered to herself. It would be another time and another place where her vengeance would be carried out and she had no worries or concern about the loss of her own life if it was required.
Amanda eventually found out the address she was looking for and spent a number of weeks spying on Abdul Kuwaiti from a distance in her hire car. Her binoculars and note book always at the ready to jot down notes and times and places he went too as she followed him every where he went. At times she could see the ankle bracelet on his left ankle as she looked through her binoculars and she sniggered to herself.
“I’m going to get you Abdul Kuwaiti, I will make you suffer just like I am suffering and you will know who it was that killed you.”
It was ten thirty in the evening on a Friday and it was raining quite heavily as Amanda stood just inside the gate of the empty house. She had purchased the cricket bat she held in her hand from a sports shop in town weeks ago and she wore leather gloves on her hands. Abdul Kuwaiti always returned home around this time every Friday evening as he made his way home from a local public house where he met with friends. She had noted over many weeks that he was always unsteady on his feet, staggering and sometimes falling to the ground in his drunken state. As he passed the gate Amanda struck him hard on the back of his head and he fell to the ground with a hard thump.
She took hold of his feet and pulled him inside the gated driveway and tied his hands and feet with a nylon rope.
Her hire car was parked on the other side of the road and she struggled to drag him across the road and then lift him into the car boot.
Once the boot was closed she drove the car to an abandoned building seven miles away. She had seen the building many times and decided to check it and make sure it was abandoned and fit for her purpose.
Abdul Kuwaiti hung by his feet from a rope attached to a beam with his hands secured behind his back with handcuffs she had bought weeks ago. She would wait, bide her time until he awoke from his deep sleep.
As daylight approached Amanda opened her flask that was full of hot coffee and poured it into the flasks cup. Her victim was still out cold as he dangled from the beam with a slow swinging motion.
She checked from time to time to make sure he was still alive and breathing. It was almost ten am when she heard him cough and then screams through the gag she had tied around his head and covered his mouth.
“So, you have eventual0l woken up Mr Abdul Kuwaiti, do you know who I am.”
His eyes were ablaze with fear as Amanda stared with hatred into his face.
“You killed the man I loved and was about to marry. You have ruined my life; you have torn and scarred my face and now I am an ugly looking woman and you are going to pay dearly for what you did.”
Amanda took a Stanley knife from her pocket and slowly drew the blade down his left cheek laughing loudly as she did so. Abdul Kuwaiti screamed through the gag covering his mouth. Amanda then did the same to his right cheek and he screamed once again.
“I am going to kill you, you do know that don’t you,” She said in a quiet controlled voice.
“It’s the government’s fault that you are here dangling from a rope awaiting death. If they had kept you locked up for three years this might never have happened to you and you would have left the prison a very lucky man. But things don’t always turn out the way you would expect them to, do they, so you are getting what I think you deserve for killing my Fiancé.”
Abdul Kuwaiti bled profusely from his face wounds as he hung upside down.
Amanda had used the Stanley knife to cut the ankle bracelet from his ankle after she had placed him in the boot of the car and then threw it out of the car window a mile or so from where she had knocked him unconscious. The police would eventually find it and assume he had absconded and possibly left the country.
It was twelve years later before the body of Abdul Kuwaiti was found in the old deserted barn hanging from a rope by a group of people whilst walking and took sanctuary in the barn when it started to rain heavily.
The police never found any evidence that could identify the killer.
Amanda never married, her scared lips and chin had deterred any possible suitors. She lived a contented life in the knowledge that within her mind her Revenge was sweet.