Bloody Cheater

BrOkEn_SoUl · 11-07-2009, 08:21 AM

"Looking in the mirror that morning, I should have known it wasn't wise," her words came out softly as her appointed psychiatrist listened intently, "I couldn't recognize myself. I wasn't in control of my body...I tried screaming to stop myself...but...all that came out...I was laughing."

"Her eyes were blank as she stared out the window, talking, remembering that night. A blue jay flew past the window, she noted sitting silently for a while as her psychiatrist took down notes on her legal pad about her words and her behavior. She seemed distant, like she wasn't even aware of where she was or WHY she was even there for that matter.

She say there on the couch stiffly as her eyes remained empty. The sound of the ticking clock sent her back to when the cops arrested her. They had to drag her away in the bloody rags that were once considered clothes, at one point even her favorite. She had been laughing maniacally as they dragged her out of the house.

2 Months Prior:

"Whats up ma'?" he asked casually when he approached her, "What your name is?"

"What's it to you?" She asked casually taking a sip from her pina colada. Her time to spare was usually spent socializing at this very downtown bar. No one under the age of 21 was allowed entrance, unless that is they had a really good fake ID.

"I just wanna know your name, maybe a little bit about you..." he said smoothly, scanning her up and down trying to determine how hard he'd have to try and whether or not it would be worth it.

"Maybe next time you approach a woman," she said cooly, finally looking up at him, "you will use a vocabulary greater than that of an ape's." She stood from her seat and began to walk away, drink in hand.

He stood there for a moment, stunned, intrigued, and all at the same time insulted. He had to do something.

"Hey! Wait a minute!Let me start over..." by now he was pleading. He didn't want to sound so pathetic but something about her wouldn't allow him to leave her be.

"You have 30 seconds to impress me, starting now." She said cooly as she turned around to face him reluctantly.

"My name is Louis, I'm 25, and my beginning intentions for wanting to talk to you were less than noble but the way you rejected and insulted me have left me intrigued and actually wanting to get to you." He said hastily in one breath, "Not to mention you have the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen."

"Jackie?" Her psychiatrist was trying to snap her back into the present time, "JACKIE! Our time is up...it's time for you to go back to your room."

"Sorry Ms.Capers, I was thinking about something." She whispered quietly, regaining consciousness. "I guess I'll see you same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, Jackie. I'll see you tomorrow."

They both stood up and walked to the door of the office. All the sounds around Jacqueline were muting out as she was being escorted to her room, she managed to hold off until she sat on her bed.

"My name is Jacqueline Black, it's nice to meet you Louis." She said as she extended her right hand out. "Mind you, you're still not off the hook." She shook his hand and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear, "Next time you mention a woman's eye color, be certain you know the exact color...my eyes are green." Jacqueline released his hand from her grip and they both laughed it off.

"So how old are you?" He asked calmly as they walked to a booth to sit and chat.

"Don't you know not to ask a woman's age? Take a guess." She said smoothly as she lowered herself into the booth.

"Hmm..." he looked at her closely, searching for crows feet or laugh lines to be certain not to insult her, "21?"

"Smart man" She leaned back against the seat taking another sip of her drink.

The following weeks were followed by several phone calls and a few drinks. He was beginning to fall for her, and she was slowly growing fond of him. After a month of talking and getting to know one another, Jacqueline was sitting in her 3 bedroom apartment awaiting his call. She was watching TV when her phone rang.

"It's about time you called." She answered with all certainty it was Louis even though she didn't look at her caller ID.

"This isn't Louis, and he's not who you think he is." A female voice is what Jacqueline heard from the other line.

"Who is this? What are you talking about?"

"Listen to me closely and follow my orders. His name is really Chris, Chris Johnson." The voice said calmly. "He is 17 years old and has been using a fake ID to get into clubs, and buy liquor, and beer. I'm his girlfriend and I'm in the mall bathroom, find him. Ask to see his wallet. You'll have your proof when you do that." A dial tone. She closed her phone and rushed out of the apartment on her way to mall in disbelief.

When she finally arrived at the mall, she entered through the entrance nearest the food court. She saw him sitting down with not just any girl but a pregnant girl who looked no older than 15. What finally sent her over the edge was what she saw next. Just as she was getting ready to leave, she saw him lean in and kiss the girl passionately. Jacqueline ran, bursting through the doors she came in from, as fast as her feet would take her. When she finally got to her car she realized she was crying.

"I'll kill him...that lying little arrogant cheating scum!" With that she started the car and drove back thinking on how she would do this.

She opened her phone and dialed Chris's number when she got home. He didn't answer, it went to his voice-mail.

"Hey Louis...when you get this message I'd really like it if you could come over to my place. I wanted to spend some time together, so I suppose I'll just talk to you later." She had to scream when she hung up the phone still in a fury.

Seconds passed, ticking away on the clock in her mind, minutes, hours. Before she knew it the hour of 10PM had finally struck. She called her boss earlier in the day and had him fill out the paper work for her to use a week of her paid vacation over the phone when all was done, she had him record her saying her name, the date, and verifying that he could sign her name on her vacation slip. Everything was in order, now she just had to wait for him.

"This is gonna be my night." Chris says to himself as he pulls into the apartment complex. He parks his car out of visual distance to surprise her.

"Hmm...where did she put the spare key?" He whispered to himself as he felt along the welcome mat feeling for a bump. "Got it!"

Chris slowly and quietly opened the door, greeted by a puff of cigarette smoke blown straight in his direction. He looked directly to his left to face a very sexily dressed Jacqueline. She wore a satin nightgown with lace trim as her long curly blond hair flowed beautifully down her shoulders directing his eyes immediately to her breasts. Her long accentuated legs crossed as she had been waiting for him.

"It's about time you got here." She said leaning forward to put out her cigarette. She stood slowly making certain that her body is what had his undivided attention. "I think it's time you got EXACTLY what you deserve" she whispered into his left ear, carefully and slowly reaching for the knife she had placed on the side table beside the couch.

"Do you think you can handle this much woman..." she paused, her arm midair ready to plunge the knife deep into his back, "Chris?!" with that, her rage took control as the knife dove deep into his back and she pulled it down slowly, half the length of his back and ripped it free dropping his body to the ground. Quickly, Jacqueline looked around outside and closed the door.

"Wh-wh-what...are you...doing? Wh-wh-why?"

"Don't play stupid with me...I saw you at the mall today with your pregnant little girlfriend." She said with a voice so vicious it couldn't have really been her, but it was.

Jacqueline proceeded to slowly cut his throat open wide three times and grabbed a larger knife to cut open his chest. She ripped out his intestines one by one and sliced open his limbs so that she could rip out his muscles individually.

When cops arrived on the scene she was finger painting in the blood and had been laughing like a child. She painted in blood "cheater" all over the walls. Jacqueline had been declared criminally insane and one emotional lie resulted in her stay at the institute in which she currently resides.