[ WP ] When two people get married , their hearts are surgically exchanged . You just filed for divorce .

`` I'm sorry sir that's just not how it works.'' Mr. Polluck my lawyer said. It was easy for him to say too because he knew the law inside and out and because of it had refused to get married. `` When you get married and you give your heart to your lover you can never get it back. It is theirs forever unless they decide, *on their own*, to give it back to you. You know this Jackson, we've gone over it 100 times before.'' 
 
 He was right. In the months leading up to my divorce with my cheating whore of a wife I had asked of him this exact question probably even more times than the hundred he gave me credit for. I just could n't believe it. She had stolen my good heart and used it to fuck around. I guess I should have known better getting married to a stripper, but she seemed different. 
 
 `` Who makes up such a stupid fucking law anyway!?'' I asked to no one in particular. 
 
 `` They said it was supposed to cut down on the amount of people rushing into marriages.'' Polluck said. Sitting behind his large oak desk, leaning back in his giant leather chair almost snickering at me as he ran his hands through is slicked back hair. He was so damn smug at the fact that he had avoided the whole marriage thing, he would never have to deal with a mess like this. `` Which in turn was supposed to cut down on the number of divorces. The whole thing was the Church's idea.'' 
 
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 Thirty minutes later after solving absolutely nothing I was in my red Ford F-150 cruising down the highway at faster speeds than normal. I did n't care, I was n't even looking at my speedometer. The only thing pulling me over would do is to delay the inevitable. I was going to get what was truly mine back and there was n't anything anyone could do about it. 
 
 My hunting knife felt heavier in my right pocket as I made the right hand turn off the highway down the road where I knew she would be. *The Lonely Beaver Club* was only a few miles away and I knew she had a show that began in just a few minutes. Luckily just like the highway there were no cops in sight further down the road. In fact there were very few cars at all. 
 
 Turning right into the gravel parking lot *her* heart started to beat a little faster inside me. I found a parking spot near the front. It was no wonder she hardly came home with any tips after working the day shift, there were only four other cars in the parking lot. I realized that this meant a smaller chance for collateral damage and a good chance no one here will be armed. I know for a fact that the dumbass owner thought that since the club is out in the boondocks that no one would ever come there looking for trouble. He clearly had this coming to him. 
 
 I gathered my thoughts and stepped out of my truck. I patted it's hood as I walked by as a thank you for getting there safely and walked inside. It was dark, musty, and smelled of cigarette smoke. Why is it that titty bars always have to be so damn typical? A faint blue light shone across the room from the neon behind the bar advertising some shitty piss water beer I'm sure. 
 
 `` Ladies,'' there were no ladies here, `` and gentlemen! Please welcome to the stage, Foxx Fur!'' I winced at the sound of her stage name. I had asked her when we first met why she choose such a ridiculous name and she had related it to her childhood and how much she liked foxes, or some dumb shit like that. My eyes focused on her and the lights blinded her from seeing me in the corner of the room. 
 
 Before anyone realized it I was on the stage and on top of her. She screamed at first, then after realizing it was me she started to laugh. I'm sure she thought it was some kind of joke I was playing on her. Trying to get her back, or something. I reached for the knife in my pocket and in one swift motion it was in her chest. 
 
 You could hear a pin drop other than the knife slicing through her body. Even she did n't scream before she passed out of shock. I used the sedated side of the knife to saw through her ribs. The sound was n't unlike that of sawing through wood, just wetter, and with blood everywhere. In fact the blood made a good lubricant for the sawing. 
 
 There it was! My heart! Still slowly beating from within her chest. I ripped it out and gave it a quick squeeze as if to say it was all ok and that it was back home with it's owner. I could hear people slowly moving towards me getting ready to ambush me now that my former wife was for sure dead. They did n't want to be next. 
 
 Before they could get any closer I stood up on my knees, turned the sharp end of the blade towards my chest and plunged it in. It was amazing how much it did n't hurt. It must have been the adrenaline because I did n't feel a thing. It was n't long until I could see *her* heart inside my own chest cavity. I tore it out just like I had removed mine from her chest. I watched it take a couple beats in my hand and dropped it back into the hole in her stomach to put it back where it belonged. 
 

