Deserved

I hit her lightly at first.
Stupid old cow, she'd gone and wasted her money on some stranger. Lavishing that cash I'd been waiting for all my shuffling life on some fool companion.
Like she needed any company. She had so much money she could have bought a fucking slave to do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted it to.
She could have even bought a friend if that was really necessary. But why couldn't her money have been friend enough? It would have been friend enough for me.
So now its pretty much gone. He has as much right to it as anyone, or so she says. I hit her again when she laid that remark on me. Cheeky whore; like I haven't waited in kind and honourable patience for all that I deserved. Who else would put up with her inane chatter and piss stained shoes?
Joe would. She took great delight in telling me this. She was positively shrieking his name. I had to grip her throat tightly to make her stop. I always thought she'd have died before this. Five years ago would have suited me perfectly.
I was on top of my game and the money would have set me up for prolonged excellence in my chosen field, namely, living life to the fucking full.
Then came Joe. Old fucking Joe. Fucking smelly Joe. I imagine he banged the old girl too, if he was even up to it. He looked like he was rotting where he stood.
When she was dead I kissed her on the cheek. I then went to the brook behind the house and threw some stones in, like when I was younger.
I waded in and followed the brook downstream as far as I could, until I couldn't tell if it was spray on my cheeks or tears. My clothes must have been heavy with water because eventually I was lying down; soaking skin raw, pained cold, tongue lolling.
And that must have been when you found me.