After
Stanley sexually abuses Blanche she can’t do anything for she is in shock.
Blanche is lying next to the bed numb and not feeling anything. After a couple
of hours that Blanche had been in the same position, with her clothes ripped,
her hair messed up, dried up tears with faded eyeliner on her face. Stella came
in to the room and saw Blanche lying there. She could see how terrorized
Blanche was by the expression she had on her face. Blanches popping eyes were
staring at the same all the time and she did not react to any of Stella’s
actions. Stella knew exactly what had
happened. It was showing in her eyes that she was feeling empty, lost and
wretched. Stella had always suspected that Stanley was attracted to Blanche but
she didn’t mind because she was sure that Stanley would never cheat on her, but
she was wrong.
Stanley left the building. He kept on thinking
of what had happened. He had mixed feelings about it. Stanley knew that what he
had done was wrong but wasn’t regretting it. In fact he had enjoyed it and if
he could do it over again he would but his love towards the future with his
baby and Stella living together was stronger than his desire and lust for
Blanche. He went to the bar he usually went to when he was depressed. After a
couple of quick drinks he started to realize how this all would affect his
relationship. Everything with Stella could be over just like that. Stanley
couldn’t stand the thought of this and wanted to escape. With barely any money
he couldn’t afford to leave town so he took a decision that to him seemed the
easiest one. Stanley went to the pawn shop which was some blocks away from the
bar and bought a second hand Smith & Wesson Model 10. After this he decides
to go home by walking which would take some time but he wanted time to think.
Stella was looking for Stanley everywhere and Blanche was just next to her
because she didn’t want to be alone. Stella just wanted to talk to Stanley, she
was disappointed. Stella looked for him everywhere, at the bar, at the bowling
alley and a Mitch’s house. He was nowhere to be found.
Stanley
walked into the kitchen and sat down. He kept on thinking what he should do
with the gun. He bought the gun to put on end to his. Stanley kept on a looking
at the Smith & Wesson Model 10. He looked at the barrel of it and he could
see the shining bullet at the bottom of it. It surprised Stanley how shiny it
was and it reminded him of Stella, of Stella’s shining smile, of how that smile
could make his day so much better after losing any important bet with his
friends. He left the gun in the kitchen and rushed to his room to find old pictures
of him and Stella. Stanley had always been an alpha male and a “macho guy” but when
he saw these pictures, a tear came out of his eyes and then started crying. Stanley
realized what a wonderful woman he had, Stella, and the experience with Blanche
made him realize this. All he was thinking now was how to solve this huge
problem. The suicide thoughts he had minutes ago were vanishing.
Blanche returned
to the house because she just wanted to rest, she was exhausted. She never
thought Stanley would be there. Blanche heard him sobbing and looked into the
room; she saw Stanley sitting at his desk with his back towards her. Then Blanche
saw the loaded handgun resting on the kitchen table and she gave a mad grin to
it. As soon as she grabbed the Smith & Wesson it was clearly visible in her
face that she was extremely confident about the situation. She went in to the
room and cat walked towards Stanley. He didn’t hear Blanche coming in but did
feel the wrapping of her arms slowly around his neck. Stanley thought it was
Stella and was glad because he assumed she somehow understood him and forgave
him. Why else would Stella be hugging him? Stanley then felt a cold metallic
piece at the bottom of his chin. For a second there he thought it was Stella’s
bracelet but Blanche kept on putting more pressure on that spot and whispered
in his ear, “you were a stranger to me, but now that I know you, you disgust me”.
She pulled the trigger. The gun fell on the floor; Blanche picked it up rapidly
and placed it in Stanley’s hand. Stanley
was still on the chair and blood was dripping from his head. The pictures of
Stanley and Stella were on the desk, Blanche looked at them and in her head it
was all perfect, she walked away without looking back…
