WARNING. ADULTS ONLY
Afterwards, revenge would be complete. Rejection, a killer, death a merciful release. Bodily fluids oozing life. Wouldn’t be quick. Patience, a virtue.
Stalking her; high heels tip-tapping the paving stones, glancing in a shop window admiring her profile. Stopping at the corner, leaning against a lamppost, waiting for a punter.
A special punter. Kerb crawler.
Cruising by. Not tonight. Too soon. Flash of disappointment, perhaps? Just wait, my precious. All mine. All of you.
All of you.
Fumbling in my shorts. Feeling the moment. Hard.
Wait, damn you.
Too late. Trick or treat?
‘That missing girl,’ said Mrs Smith, ‘came from a good family. Detached house in the mews. Who’d have thought…?’
‘Prostitute, you mean,’ said Smithy, sucking on a roll-up. No nonsense. Spade, a spade. ‘Street walker, whore, lady of the night. Spreads her legs for tenners.’
‘Probably a druggie,’ said Carol. ‘What you think, Steve?’
Definitely a druggie. Now. She’s mine. Anytime.
‘Can’t say I’m too worked up about it. Of course I’m sorry for her, but…’
Smithy choked a laugh. ‘Don’t give me that shit, son. Lady Diane with big knockers. You had a thing about her, didn’t you?’
Oh, yes, Smithy. A crush. Still have. And I’m taking my time.
Carol slapped Smithy’s arm. ‘Don’t be crude, dad. Now he’s with me. Aren’t you, honey?’
Not yet, babe. Not yet.
Eyes closed. Skirt ruffled up. White panties. Could do it now. Fuck the bitch.
Give her another shot. She’ll be begging for it, soon. One more week.
‘I feel sick. Where am I? Who’s that?’
‘Don’t you remember?’
‘I can’t see your face.’
Just in case.
In case of what? Knife in your pocket. You are going to kill her aren’t you?
‘We’re drug addicts, Diane. Together.’
‘You’re Steve, aren’t you? What you doing to me?’
‘Made you mine, sweetheart. All mine.’
‘I don’t understand. Why?’
‘Why? Why? Because you dumped me. Fucked up my life. Turned me into a druggie. That’s fucking why.’
Tears in her eyes. Spilling down her cheeks. She can’t wipe them away. Hands tied. ‘You had help. I gave you money…Carol…’
‘Carol is my saviour. But it’s not enough. Do you hear me? Never fucking enough.’
‘So am I, Diane. So am I.’
She stares at the knife.
Do it. Do it…