The writing prompt today was to write something from the POV of the antagonist of a story. This was a great prompt because I was pretty stumped on how to make my “bad guy” seem real and believable. I have never really put my writing out in public like this. But I couldn’t get the comments on the Teachers Write site to work so I am going to throw it out here.
This is the first appearance that my antagonist (one of them) makes in my story. Meet Adam, Jenna’s abusive boyfriend….
…Oh man what a day!! Absolutely nothing went per plan or schedule. Seriously, if the guys on the floor don’t get their act together soon, we will never ship on time.
And what is up with the front office? I spent three weeks pricing out that new drum project and the office manager “accidentally” deletes the files. You have got to be freaking kidding me!! Some days the incompetency of the world around me is more than I can stand. My friends think I am OCD, haha, but I just cannot cope with the sense of powerlessness that comes with mistakes.
Where in the world is Jenna? A nice hot meal and cool drink might take the edge off of my anxiety. But once again it looks like I have to forage for myself. She is so sexy and fun that I thought living together would be a hoot. But man she can be flaky. Like where is she!
Bang! Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch……
“Jenna is that you? Where have you been? I ducked out of work a little early and thought we could have a nice relaxed dinner for a change. But now it is 6 already.”
I stomp into the kitchen as she pushes through the back door. I know the stomping is kind of unnecessary but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Jenna!! Hellooo…I am talking to you! Where have you been?” jeez she looks like she is completely in a zone. What kind of fit or fuss or meltdown is she having now?
“JENNA!!” I shout
She jerks out of her daze and looks up at me with huge petrified eyes. I hate that “doe” look she gives me sometimes. LIke I am some kind of monster or something. I know I have a short fuse sometimes but that kicked puppy look just adds fuel to the fire.
“Aaa I’m sorry what were you saying?” she stutters.
“For crying out loud Jenna, what is your problem now? You look like you saw a ghost or something. I was saying I had really hoped………., Where are you going?”
With a sharp gasp, almost a shriek Jenna flees down the hall and into the bathroom.
I follow her and bang on the door. But I get no answer. I can hear her retching and sobbing. What now?
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