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TOMS LETTERS TO ARENA – Part two from the sequel to You Will Pay.

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13 December

Dear Arena,

I have been really ill recently. I’ve had some severe, blinding headaches and have been subjected to a series of tests. Medical tests, that is

If I had to guess, I’d say it’s probably nothing serious. My violent headaches could be the results of the concussion I sustained during a recent fight.

During Exercise Time, two offenders, a serial murderer and an armed robber, for no reason jumped me and tried to kick the crap out of me.

Of course, I work out regularly and if you remember, I am incredibly fit, so I let loose on them.

Still, in spite of that, I received a concussion, a sprained ankle and some severe bruising on my face and chest.

In spite of them looking worse than I do, I’m feeling really low right now, and I’m thinking of Warren. It would be really great if I could see him.

I know you don’t have to, but I would appreciate if you could be kind enough to bring him to see me.

I miss him so much.

I miss you too. Two-and-half years later, and I still miss you both. In spite of everything.

Guess I’m more forgiving than I thought.

Anyway, I’m sorry for my outbursts in my previous letters.

It’s just prison; it can make a man mad. For a while, I thought I was losing my mind, but I’m okay, just a little blue.

Sincerely  

Tom.

 

13 January

 Dear Arena

Something terrible has happened. I have been diagnosed with cancer. Bowel cancer.

To say I was surprised at the diagnosis is an understatement.

After all, I took good care of myself and always watched my diet. You remember all the healthy foods and antioxidants I consumed, don’t you?

You used to prepare them just the way I liked them.

I smile when I think about those wonderful times. Those marvelous weekends when we would spend family time together.

I remember how you hated Mondays.

Do you still hate Mondays, Arena?

I think about other things too when I think about us, but they’re X-rated if you know what I mean. (Big wink. Really big.)

Anyway, I’m feeling really grim right now, pretty low actually.

I don’t fear the cancer. I don’t fear death.

I just want it to end quickly, that’s all.

But I constantly think about my son. I would really, really, really like to see him.

Is it possible for you to bring Warren to see me, please?

I would really appreciate it if you did.

Regards

Tom

 

13 March 2013

Dear Arena

My cancer treatment is torturous. I am weak and at times I feel like I have died and come back to life.

I have seen the Grim Reaper and he’s soulless, I can tell you that much.

In fact, he never leaves, he just hovers around me like a bat out of hell, waiting for capitulation.  

I’m fighting him, refusing to surrender, because I want to see my son before I die. I want to make peace with Warren before I leave this earth.

I think I will go with a smile on my face if I see my son, if I know that my last words to him were “I love you son and I’m sorry for all I have done.”

If I don’t see my son, I feel my spirit won’t ever be at ease.  

I want to make peace with you too.

There’s nothing like dying to bring on clarity. The kind of lucidness you’ve never experienced before.

Sure, I did wrong, but we all do things because of the way we’re wired. Like everyone else, I can’t help the way I am. (As Lady Gaga puts it; I was born this way.)  

If we could, we would change for the better. (How do you know Warren isn’t wired like me?

Would you stand by him if he’s inherited my demons?)

You’re the type of person who likes to do the right thing so that you can sleep well at night.

Are you, Arena? Are you sleeping well knowing that:

a)   I’m in prison for a crime I did not commit and you put me here.

b)  I am dying of cancer. Dying, Arena, dying!

c)   You are able to grant me one last wish, yet you chose not to for whatever reason(s), even though it is a deathbed wish? (Who does that?)

d)  You have turned into a hardened caricature of your former, loving self, hardened heart, empty soul. Maybe even as soulless as the Grim Reaper.

e)   You lie to our son that his father does not want him or that his father is not interested in him, or whatever – you just lie to your son about me?

The doctors say I have about three months to live. I really think I will go sooner.

 I shall leave you on that note.

Sleep tight and don’t let the conscience bite.

 Respectfully

Tom

 

13 April

Dear Arena,

Excuse me for having someone else write this very personal letter.

I am way too weak to write. It’s the treatment – worse than the disease, I tell you. It makes me shake, my whole body, not just my hands, so writing is difficult. 

But I’m holding on for Warren. Taking comfort in the fact that I will soon see his face.

My faith in you doing the right thing and allowing me to see him, persists.

Please bring my son to visit me before I die.

 

Respectfully and with all my love

 Tom.

PS: You do not have a hardened heart. You do not have an empty soul. You are one of the most balanced individuals I have ever come across – strong and resilient, yet, kind, compassionate and caring.

When I look at the nurses around me, I think to myself: Arena should have been a nurse. She’d be great at it.

 

End of Tom’s letters.

 

So, I’m dying to know, what would you like to see happen to Tom?

Go on now, unleash yourselves and let me have your fantasies about revenge for Tom. The more twisted, the better. After all, he did get away with killing poor baby Sasha.

Though I must hasten to add, my book is already written. I’m simply editing right now. And yes, it has turned out to be a sequel after all.

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LETTERS FROM TOM TO ARENA (YOU WILL PAY)

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13 May Arena, It’s been three months since I’ve seen you and more than seven months since I’ve seen Warren. Time to put aside our differences so I can see my son. You have won, you have taken all from me – my money, my son, my business and my freedom. So …hooray! I guess. You can now do your victory dance (if you haven’t done it already) and drink your celebratory champagne (well, in your case, moonshine, right? Or have you upgraded to beer from a can?). Go ahead, have your beer, but after that, bring my son to see me in prison. Hear what I’m saying, Arena? You. Have. Won. Round of applause for Arena! Tom.

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 13 June Arena, you do not need clearance as you already have it with Silverwater Correctional Services. So, why the delay in me seeing Warren? I would like to know when you are bringing Warren over for a visit, so I can prepare for him. Well, mentally prepare, that is. Tom PS: It would be nice if you had the decency to reply to my letters.

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13 July

 Arena, I am not going away! I am here to stay, so please, don’t pretend I don’t exist! Have the decency to reply to my goddamn letters! That’s d.e.c.e.n.c.y get it? Regardless of your level of education, you must be able to understand the term decency, okay? Now, I have asked you several times to bring Warren to me and you have just ignored both my requests and my letters. This makes me angry, Arena. Really angry, and we both knows what happens when I get angry, so please, bring my son to visit me! After all, I am his father. Also, may I remind you that I am in prison, helpless and alone, with murderers, child molesters, rapists and drug pushers, because of your unethical, debauched, immoral and depraved doing? Having trouble with those big words, Arena? Fear not, for you can Google those words to find their meanings. I apologize; I really should be taking into consideration your lack of a college education. Anyway, as I said in my previous letters, which you blatantly ignored, you’ve won, so do your victory dance, eat your celebratory meat pie (with tomato sauce of course. Can’t leave that out now, can we?) drink your cheap, Australian beer that you’re probably quaffing these days, and bring my son to visit me! I will be waiting. Tom

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13 August ARENA!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE IGNORED MY FUCKING LETTERS! ALL OF MY FUCKING LETTERS! WHY?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IGNORING ME? GIVE ME ONE FUCKING REASON, ARENA! I DESERVE AN ANSWER! WARREN IS MY SON, YOU FUCKING CHEAP, UNEDUCATED, UNATTRACTIVE, UNAPPEALING, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, TWO DOLLAR WHORE!!!!! I DEMAND TO SEE MY SON, YOU HEAR?!!!!! I DEMAND TO SEE HIM BEFORE THE END OF NEXT WEEK!!!! LET ME REPEAT THAT; YOU WILL BRING MY SON TO SEE ME BEFORE THE END OF THE FUCKING WEEK, YOU HEAR?  (unsigned)

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20 August ARENA! The week has passed and you have not brought my son to see me. WHY?????? I WANT TO SEE MY SON, YOU BITCH! Are you too busy fucking some UNEDUCATED, LOW LIFE WHO LIVES OF MY FUCKING MONEY, ARENA? WHO SITS IN MY CHAIR, SLEEPS IN MY BED AND PLAYS WITH MY SON, ACTING LIKE HE’S TOM BOTHA, HUH? HUH, ARENA? ANSWER ME YOU DIRTY, USELESS WHORE! Do you know what your problem is, Arena? Let me tell you what your problem is. You think you have won. You think you had the last word. You are under the assumption that just because I am in prison, you have won. No, no, no, my sweet little Arena, you didn’t. The game is still being played. See, in prison, I have time to think. Tons of it, and I have made a decision; I will have the last word. Why? BECAUSE I AM TOM, ARENA! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT, YOU HEAR! If you think that, you are wrong. So wrong. So very wrong. Trust me. From the man you fucked over but will have the last word. Tom. PS: Game on! PPS: Game so on!

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Dear readers, hope you enjoyed the brief glimpse into Tom’s abusive rants, from my upcoming book, Wounded Hearts, the spin off from You Will Pay, which is still a free book.  Come now, you really don’t think Tom is going to sit quietly in prison and just accept his defeat, do you? More of his letters to come soon. 🙂 Oh, and by the way, the above is raw, unedited, a working title and may change slightly after my editor peruses it. Just between you and me, she can be very bossy. 🙂 Eve 🙂 PS: Did you notice the date Tom chooses to write Arena letters?  

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