“Scream, try it.” I whisper as I stand over Livvie’s bed. Lance was out for the night so I thought I should visit my girlfriend. She was of course not in our room, but in Lance’s. Where was Samantha? Oh well, I never liked her. There she was, sleeping peacefully in the large bed, covers pulled up around her neck. Oh, this is going to be fun! I run to the door, lock it and place a chair in front of the door. Knowing Lance, I have no clue what time he’ll be back. I don’t know if I should give her a swift death, or should I make her suffer? Either way, tonight’s the night.nextThe voice of Rod Stewart fills my head as I quickly sing along, taking objects from my bag. Iron, knife, hammer, duck tape, wire brushes. That’s it! I know what I can do to precious Livvie. I stand up and walk by her side. Aww, she’s sound asleep. Shhh, don’t wake her now. I sit beside her and touch the soft skin of her cheek, which causes her to moan slightly. I bet she thinks its Lance. Ha! Bye-bye, Beauty. The knife reflects the light coming from the lamp as I tighten my grip…
Shit! She didn’t scream. She sat up in bed, crying, hands shaking. She’s too much in shock to even remember how to scream. The knife shakes with her head, the handle protruding from her eye. White puss mixed with blood comes pouring out once I pull the knife from the socket. I clean the knife with the sheets and smile back at my precious girlfriend. Her lips start quivering, “What? What was that? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you!” I scream as I stab her in the stomach, driving the knife upwards until I hit bone. Damn it, I think the knife is stuck. I pull on it a little harder, hearing a crack as it comes loose.
Livvie manages to get away from me and runs towards the bathroom. “Livvie, come on! I won’t hurt you!” My voice is not my own as I happily stroll towards the bathroom. She’s sitting in the tub, crying hysterically.
I sit on the side of the tub, making sure not to sit in the fallen intestines and blood. I lean in close to her face, “Fucking bitch! Cheat on me with Lance! You’re a fucking whore Livvie!” I pull back and muster up a few fake tears, “And I loved you!” I turn back to face her.
“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry. Please don’t kill me!” She’s trying to grip into the slick tile thinking she might get out and away from me.
I walk over and lean against the wall, smiling at the bloody mess I had caused her to make. Aww, poor baby. So scared and not even ready for death. I think I should make her welcome her fate. I reach over and turn on the water. It quickly fills up with steaming hot water. She screams as the water slaps against her open wounds, slowly burning it. The water mixes with her blood turning it a deep red color.
“Livvie, I thought you loved me. But here you are in the bed of another man making love to him too!” I clutch my chest, my heart beat racing. “My heart is broken!” I manage to squeeze out more fake tears. I walk towards the built in hair dryer and turn it on. A grin comes across my lips as I walk towards her holding the hair dryer. I hover it over the screaming girl, acting as if I’m going to drop it. I pull it back and lie it on the floor and sit on the edge of the tub again, “Livvie,” I cup her face, “Do you honestly think I would kill you?”
Tears fall heavily from her only eye. The other one has slowed down in the blood pour but stains her cheek. She sniffs knowing I’m not going to kill her. I lean in and kiss her soft lips, “I love you.” Reaching over and turning off the water, I get up and start to walk into the bedroom. I stand outside the doorway, resting my head on the wall thinking about another way to kill her. Poison, throw her out the window, bang her head in with the iron. When I couldn’t decided on a better method, I run back into the bathroom. And before I’m able to look at her face one last time, I pick up the hair dyer and throw it into the tub. I run to fetch my bag and leave the room. The lights in the hallway dim a little as I walk straight back to my room, keeping my head down to avoid eye contact if anyone happened to walk past me. I had a reason to hide myself. I was, of course, famous.
I get back into my room and lock the door after me. I walk quickly to the phone, pick up the receiver and dial a familiar number. Gennie’s voice soon fills my ears as she picks up her phone. Sitting on the bed, I touch the wall wishing she could be with me, “I just wanted to say that I love you, Gina.”
I could feel her smile through the wall. I hung up, lied on the bed and smiled to myself before I fell asleep.