At many times in our lives, we are faced with choices. Often times the choices we face are simple, like choosing an orange over a grape popsicle at the park on a hot summers day. Sometimes the choices are massively life altering that were you to pick the wrong thing, your life would be on a different route completely.
I looked over to my wife on the way to the bar, wondering if this was a good choice to make. I told her last night we had enough money, that if we made anymore, people would take notice. You may be asking yourself what I'm even talking about. I know I started things off abruptly, jumping the gun as I always seem to do.
What if I told you that I had the strange ability to always be wrong. About everything in my life. School was nearly impossible for me, relationships were beyond difficult to manage, even keeping a job is something I've struggled with. No matter what, in every single decision I've ever made I've always been wrong. That is, until my wife, Hannah, came along. She's the first person in my life that I've been right about. She was the first person to say yes to me about anything. I figured she fell for me because she felt bad for me, but she insists it's not the reason.
After discovering I really was wrong about everything, we tested the waters with betting on sporting events. I said who I thought would win the game and the other team won. Over and over we'd test it, and every time she bet against me and won. We've been making bets since then, putting in a large amount of money and bringing home over twice the amount every time.
Tonight was a night I wished to be different. Sure, we were bringing in a lot of money, but it was all at my expense. It was only further emphasizing that I was wrong. It made me feel bad, especially around the only person that made me feel right. That and we'd made hundreds of thousands of dollars off of it. Let me tell you, the worst feeling ever is getting constantly kicked out of every bar we try.
I know she didn't want to talk about stopping this any time soon. And especially tonight. Tonight was the Super Bowl. It was the Sparrows going against the Wheelers. I had my money on the Sparrows, which meant the Wheelers had the greatest chance of winning. And tonight was the night my wife had planned to screw over her ex. She knew who was going to lose and convinced him to give up all the money he had on the losing team. Her reason for it was that he'd just recently got out of jail for being physically abusive to her. She wanted payback.
Not too long after the game had finished, we collected our money and headed home. On the way home, her phone kept ringing, probably fifteen times in a row. She ignored every call because she knew exactly who it was from, her ex. We both laughed and joked about how mad he must have been until we pulled into the driveway of our house. There was a car parked and a light was on inside the house.
I got out of the car, begging my wife to stay inside. She knew I was wrong about who should stay and offered we do the opposite. We butted heads for several minutes before agreeing to go inside together.
After we made it inside, I felt something hit me hard on the back of my head and blacked out.
When I awoke, a man in a black suit and a ski mask stood over us. My wife and I were both tied up in a chair, completely unable to move.
"So, you are always wrong." he said, pointing to me. "Then I want to try something, a little game I'd like to call Russian roulette."
He pulled out a pistol and placed a single bullet in the barrel before spinning it. He then asked me who I thought was going to die. Without hesitation I said my wife would.
He then took turns, pointing the gun at her, then at me. Each time he pulled the trigger but nothing came out. Finally, the gun did go off, leaving me in excruciating pain. Not from the wound, but from the gun going off pointed at my wife. My heart nearly stopped when his gun went off with me still alive. He then walked out the front door, carrying his gun with him.
"For once, you were right. Congrats."
I looked over to my wife on the way to the bar, wondering if this was a good choice to make. I told her last night we had enough money, that if we made anymore, people would take notice. You may be asking yourself what I'm even talking about. I know I started things off abruptly, jumping the gun as I always seem to do.
What if I told you that I had the strange ability to always be wrong. About everything in my life. School was nearly impossible for me, relationships were beyond difficult to manage, even keeping a job is something I've struggled with. No matter what, in every single decision I've ever made I've always been wrong. That is, until my wife, Hannah, came along. She's the first person in my life that I've been right about. She was the first person to say yes to me about anything. I figured she fell for me because she felt bad for me, but she insists it's not the reason.
After discovering I really was wrong about everything, we tested the waters with betting on sporting events. I said who I thought would win the game and the other team won. Over and over we'd test it, and every time she bet against me and won. We've been making bets since then, putting in a large amount of money and bringing home over twice the amount every time.
Tonight was a night I wished to be different. Sure, we were bringing in a lot of money, but it was all at my expense. It was only further emphasizing that I was wrong. It made me feel bad, especially around the only person that made me feel right. That and we'd made hundreds of thousands of dollars off of it. Let me tell you, the worst feeling ever is getting constantly kicked out of every bar we try.
I know she didn't want to talk about stopping this any time soon. And especially tonight. Tonight was the Super Bowl. It was the Sparrows going against the Wheelers. I had my money on the Sparrows, which meant the Wheelers had the greatest chance of winning. And tonight was the night my wife had planned to screw over her ex. She knew who was going to lose and convinced him to give up all the money he had on the losing team. Her reason for it was that he'd just recently got out of jail for being physically abusive to her. She wanted payback.
Not too long after the game had finished, we collected our money and headed home. On the way home, her phone kept ringing, probably fifteen times in a row. She ignored every call because she knew exactly who it was from, her ex. We both laughed and joked about how mad he must have been until we pulled into the driveway of our house. There was a car parked and a light was on inside the house.
I got out of the car, begging my wife to stay inside. She knew I was wrong about who should stay and offered we do the opposite. We butted heads for several minutes before agreeing to go inside together.
After we made it inside, I felt something hit me hard on the back of my head and blacked out.
When I awoke, a man in a black suit and a ski mask stood over us. My wife and I were both tied up in a chair, completely unable to move.
"So, you are always wrong." he said, pointing to me. "Then I want to try something, a little game I'd like to call Russian roulette."
He pulled out a pistol and placed a single bullet in the barrel before spinning it. He then asked me who I thought was going to die. Without hesitation I said my wife would.
He then took turns, pointing the gun at her, then at me. Each time he pulled the trigger but nothing came out. Finally, the gun did go off, leaving me in excruciating pain. Not from the wound, but from the gun going off pointed at my wife. My heart nearly stopped when his gun went off with me still alive. He then walked out the front door, carrying his gun with him.
"For once, you were right. Congrats."
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