I still can't believe Sally did this to me!

There I was, just playing a short game of poker with myself, when out of nowhere, my wife plopped a box right in front of me. Right in the middle of my game! Before I could decide whether to yell at her, or to cut to the chase and teach her a lesson, she smiled at me.

"A package came for you dear." she said, her voice sweet. Almost too sweet.

Not that I really cared, of course. I had been living with her and her runt of a son for too long. I needed a better life, not just hanging around the house playing poker all day.

I glanced at the package, and then frowned. "It's labeled for some Percy Jackson." I growled. What was she trying to pull off? She hesitated for a second, almost too quick for me to notice, and then suddenly giggled. I stared at her, shocked. I had never heard Sally laugh like that. Ever.

"Oh I know dear." she said, still smirking. "I just didn't want him to know it was really addressed to you." leaning closer to me in the process. My will crumbled, and began to open the present, until another thought occurred to me.

"You open it." I ordered, leaning back on my chair I pushed it toward her. "I want to see that this isn't a trick." She glanced at me, surprised, but complied. I looked back down at my ruined poker game, debating whether or not this gift of Sally's could compensate for the damage. Just as I decided that it wouldn't, she suddenly pulled out what was inside the package.

I looked up, surprised at her haste.

And then froze.

Staring straight at me was a decapitated head. Green slime was oozing from where its neck should have been. Its limp hair was extremely thick, but green. Like dead snakes or something. Its skin was old and wrinkly, similar to an old apple that had been left out for too long.

I tried to look away, to turn to Sally and yell at her for sending me a package like this, when I suddenly realized that I couldn't move. At all.

It wasn't like I became paralyzed or something. It was much, much more than that. I could literally feel my joints become rock solid and my muscles freezing. I glanced at Sally through my peripheral vision, and realized that she was shielding her eyes from the head. A horrific thought sprang to mind as I looked back at the decapitated body part. Would I be stuck like this forever? Surly this was some trick that Percy thought up. The minute Sally unfroze me, I was gonna teach that little slime ball a lesson.

Suddenly, she put the head back in the box, and opened her eyes. Sally looked over me triumphantly, like I was a piece of artwork or something. I tried to talk, to tell her to change me back, but all I managed to do was make some pitiful squeaking sound in the back of my throat, and that soon died too.

"Gabe Ugliano." my wife whispered, "It's been too long."

She gently put her arm on my shoulder, and to my astonishment, I couldn't feel a thing.

"You've been protecting my son for so many years." she continued, "And now I'm gonna return the favor."

If you could have moved at all, I would have shivered at her voice. This was the side of Sally that nobody had ever seen before. The side where she was the tormenter and I was the victim. And what did she mean when she said I was protecting Percy? I would rather eat the green head than protect a single hair on that wretched stepson of mine.

"So what am I gonna do with you?" Sally wondered out loud, snapping me out of my inner argument. I growled internally. She should unfreeze me, that's what she's gonna do! What she had to do if she wanted to continue living under my roof.

Sally suddenly clapped her hands together, her eyes bright like she had an idea. "I know!" she exclaimed. And then immediately smirked at my frozen form.

"How much do you like art, honey?"

So here I am now, stuck in this ridiculous pose, being displayed for all to see in some stupid art gallery. It's been at least 4 years since Sally dropped me off, and I'm shocked that nobody has noticed that I'm a living thing. Surly I couldn't look that much like a wax sculpture!

On a side note, however, I heard recently that my wife and that son of hers had moved the moment I was gone, using the money that Sally had gotten off of selling me.

Talk about commitment.

If only I could move again, I would hunt those two down to the edge of the earth and make them suffer like I am. But until then….

HEY! I'm gonna add another chapter to this, so it's not over yet.

Yeah, I know this isn't my best writing. I'm probably gonna edit later. I usually work better that way.

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