Friday 21 October 2016

CHAPTER 8: WHO AM I?

Chapter 8


I watched the city diminish into the horizon from my front mirror. My hands shaking now, so I parked my car at a small parking lot belonging to a small eatery. I killed the engine and stared at the shaking hands and I bit my lower lips in shame. Even in his total absence, Dave still scares me. He was a wicked son of a bitch and never hid that from anyone.

‘Ma’am, you gotta pack down there?’ The eatery’s security guard interrupted my thoughts.

‘What?’

‘You cannot pack here, it belongs to the management,’ he pointed at the sign that was boldly written there, MANAGEMENT ONLY, ‘you have to park over there.’

‘Where?’ I asked again.

‘Follow me ma’am.’

He directed me to where to park and I docked safely.

‘Thank you.’ I said as I locked the door and check the car boot to ensure it was locked.

I proceeded to the eatery and ordered some scrambled eggs and a coke. I never took my eyes away from my car. I ate slowly and took my time. I would love to enter my new city unannounced, undetected and enveloped in darkness. I loved it that way. Before the police found Henry's body, I should have been long gone.

Six o’ clock, I made to continue my journey. Paid for the meal and tipped the security. As I moved towards the driver’s door with the key, ready to be inserted in the keyhole, a warm hand touched my arm,

‘Excuse me ma’am.’ The Baritone voice followed.

I swung around very fast and within seconds, I had wielded the car key in his throat as a defence.

‘Wow…Wow…’ he managed a smile, ‘let’s not do that, okay?’ He said as he raised both arms in surrender.

I sighed. ‘I am sorry. But you should stop sneaking on people like that.’

‘I… em… I don’t know about that. I didn’t sneak on you. I only touched you to get your attention.’

I looked at his throat as he talked. The adam’s apple going up and down. He was handsome and tall. A black male. He dressed very good too. And he innocent bulge against his trouser's zippers says a lot. I could Allo him have some, if he behaved. I was already hungry for a good and unattached sex.

‘Well, stop touching people anyhow.’

I turned around and opened my car door. I slid in and slammed the door shut. He leaned towards the window and wondered if I could give him a ride.

‘No!’ I replied without looking at him and started the engine.

‘Common Ma, don’t be a jerk!’ He joked with a very attractive smile.

‘I am a jerk.’ I replied and depressed the handbrake. ‘Will you excuse me?’ I said as I shifted the gear to reverse.

He followed the car as I reversed and kept pleading. Brooding all over. He looked cute. I must admit that.

‘Please.’ He said, and like I was waiting for that, I slammed the brakes. ‘I will do anything for you- anything at all.’ He added with his charming smile.

I blushed. ‘You live in this city?’ I asked.

‘Em.. no.’ He said, looking at the sky. ‘I actually hoped to start a life in the city. Got no money on me but I am sure I will get a job.’ He smiled.

For a moment, I noticed his dimple and well curled hair. He was adorable and I liked him immediately. He is the type of guy I wouldn’t mind to start a life with.

‘Well, I am going into the city but I would love to go to Mexico.’

‘Mexico?’ His fate lit up. That’s cool. ‘Em… can I come in?’

‘Oh… I’m sorry. Let’s go.’ I removed my bag from the seat beside me and threw it at the back seat.

‘Thank you.’ He said as he sank his butt. I could get lost in his smile.

Fredrick was a real chatter. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful and safe. I wanted him to touch me, but he didn’t, so, I was touching him playfully in all places i could. I wanted him. Handsome and well mannered. He was a very jovial fellow, full of life. I almost wanted to tell him that I had twenty million dollars in my car trunk and I wanted him to stay with me and we could enjoy it together!

‘You know, beautiful,’ he said after a long talk, ‘I told you my name, but you didn’t tell me yours. That’s not fair.’ He winked jokingly and smiled broadly.

My heart pounded loudly and it seemed it would come out of my mouth. I began to shake and sigh loudly. The car veered as I lost control and I quickly slammed the break. Fredrick had already grabbed the dashboard and gone pale.

I apologized and he said, ‘it’s okay’.

‘Cindy, my name is Cindy.’ I said, forgetting that I just adopted the name, Lucy, before leaving the hotel, where Henry was done in. This is not the first time, the name I bore in every city is whatever name comes to my head. So, now, I am Cindy.

‘Okay.’ He replied with fear in his eyes. ‘Cindy, did you drink anything alcoholic back there?’

I shook my head. He sighed, was relieved.

'Good. Now, Cindy, I really wanna get to wherever I am going in a piece. Can you please ensure that and ...em.. you know, drive safely?'

'I...err...I am sorry. I...'

'It's okay Cindy, okay? I get it. Sometimes. We all got caught in some crazy thoughts around our head,' he circled the air around his head, 'but, we really need to be safe.' He smiled.

I nodded without looking at him, started the engine and we continued out journey.

End of 8

CHAPTER 7: WHO AM I?

Chapter 7

Dave shouted my name as he came in..

‘Kate!’ Kate!'

I took back the aim and began to shake.
‘Kate!’

‘Dave… Thank God you’re here.’ I mumbled and came out behind the curtains. I hated myself immediately. I could have shot him. I cursed at myself.

‘What are you trying to do?’ He bellowed softly. ‘Shoot me?’

‘Dave, please, I don’t know. He said he would be here an hour ago.’ I explained in fear. ‘I was just about to call him. He didn’t pick my call, I swear!’

‘You were trying to call him with a gun?’

‘A gun?’ I asked like an idiot and realised I was actually still holding the gun in my hand, when I should have dropped it behind the curtain. I dropped the gun immediately in fear. I hated myself for being gutless. ‘No, no, I was calling Jose and he didn’t pick up and I saw that car ran into the driveway and I thought Jose was here to… to… kill me and I…’

‘Try it again.’ Dave said with a smile that confused me.

‘What?’ I asked, panting and out of breath from both my racing heart out of fear and talking too fast while explaining myself.

‘Call Jose again.’

‘Okay.’ I said, jittery, and redialled Jose’s number.
The phone rang in Dave’s hand.

‘What happened?’ I asked, scared.

‘That’s because Jose is dead!’

‘What?’

‘Yeah. He had an accident. His car flew off the cliff and he died instantly. Do you understand? Accidents happen, right?’ Dave said, with a sober face, in clear mockery.

‘Okay. Yes, yes, it does.’ I said. Very excited. I am now a proud owner of twenty million dollars! I screamed within myself. Crying and smiling at the same time.

‘Now, go pack your bags and let’s leave now.’ Dave ordered. ‘Finally, I have you to myself. You’re gonna love the cottage. That’s where you’re gonna stay for life!’ He smacked his lips.

I ran inside and dragged two suitcases with me- one with my clothes and the other with my money.

‘What are you doing? Is that your car keys?’
I nodded.

‘And which one the suitcases contained the money?’ He asked.

‘The brown one.’ I answered in a shaky voice. I almost convinced myself that Dave was gonna kill me and take the money before himself.

But, he didn’t.

‘Now, drop the fucking car keys and drop the suitcase with your clothes. I will definitely get you a new one. I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ Dave asked and I nodded.

As he drove down the lonely part to the cottage, his statement rang in my ears again, ‘I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ I looked at him, all smiles behind the wheel. And I knew, from that moment, that I had to kill Dave, if I ever want to keep my money- all of it!

I thought about several ways I could do this- Kill Dave, but no idea that came into my head proved to be easy enough. How do I even kill him with poison if I am trapped in the cottage, unable to go out? The dream of me owing a nice salon in Mexico faded from my eyes as we approached the cottage.

‘Take out the suitcase, fucck face.’ Dave howled and pulled the handbrake.

‘I was thinking Dave,’ I summoned some courage, ‘the money is twenty three million, why don’t you just give me just… just one million and…’

‘And let you get arrested by the police and snitch on me? Not a chance. Get the bag. You should be glad I didn’t kill you to cover my secret.’

His voice killed my hope- I would be his sex slave for ever until he got tired of me and maybe kill me.

‘Please, Dave.’ I pleaded but that wasn’t pleasant.
Like a flash, Dave’s hand caught me in the face and I crashed against the car window. The glass shatterr and exploded in many shards.

‘Get out of the fucking car and get the suitcase!’
 I groaned and pushed myself out. The trunk was already opened.

Dave came as I was still trying to get the suitcase out with one hand, while the other held the blackened eye. My head was ringing like it got a call from hell. Well, it did, because Dave, the devil, wasn’t so pleased with my sluggishness.

‘Seriously, you are trying to stall me?’ He shouted.

‘Stall you? No, Dave, I just couldn’t seemed to get it out.’ I cried.

‘Yeah, that was because you were using just a hand…’

He gave me a blow at the back of my head and face hit the opened trunk with a full force. The trunk sent my head backwards to Dave who landed another slap to my face that got me flying to the ground. I wailed- not for the beating, but for the beast I would be stuck with. Right there, I knew I must find a way to escape the Devil. Even my crying didn’t stop Dave from kicking me hard.

‘You…ungrateful…idiot!’ Dave screamed and kicked me at every word.

‘You…were…okay…fuccking…all those rich pricks.
Then he started stumping me in my chest and stomach. ‘But now, you…wanna…run…when…it…comes…to…my…turn? Uhn? Uhn?’

He kicked me until I lost my voice to cry. I coughed out blood. Then he spat on me and dragged me by my hair, towards the cottage. I couldn’t fight it- I was almost dead and weak. The sun in my eyes, as he dragged me on, got dimmer…. and dimmer…. and dimmer… blurry… then darkness- I passed out.

End of 7

Saturday 15 October 2016

CHAPTER 6: WHO AM I?

Chapter 6


An hour later, I was on the road out of town. I could afford any discreet life I ever wanted. Harry had ensured that. As I drove on, I reminisced.

Harry got me a new identity and even surprised me by marrying me. I became a citizen and no longer an illegal immigrant. To me, I needed nothing else, even though I always knew that you cannot scrub off a leopard’s spot. When the shit hits the fan, I would still have to be referred to as a Mexican.

Things were going on well between Harry and I, except Dave, who was bent on blackmailing me if I do not honour our initial agreement of constant sex after he helped me avoid jail. I tried to make him see reasons why it won’t be possible- for one,

‘I am now married to your best friend, Dave. You should see that.’

But he refused. ‘You’re now a saint or what, b*itch?’ He retorted when I tried to talk to him.

After much pressure, I gave in. I stole some money off Harry and gave to Dave to buy a small cottage in my name, far away from the city. That became our sex haven. I couldn’t risk using my credit card around. And from what I realised, I may not be able to escape Dave for a long time. So, it is only normal that I invest wisely.

Anytime Harry travelled for business, whicj H constantly does, it was always Dave’s turn. Three years after that, Dave wanted it all. He said he could get me a new identity and I could stay unnoticed at the cottage for life. I declined.
Then he upped his blackmailing game and showed me the sex tapes he’s been secretly recording, most of the years. He promised to show it to Harry. I called him bluff, until one day, I got home and met Harry at the ballroom with seven of his friends. They weren’t playing poker as expected. Harry said they’ve been waiting for me. You hardly know when Harry was angry because he smiled every time.

Right on the big screen, my sex life with Dave was unfolded. He wasn’t mad, but he said he could make them all go away, only if I agree have sex with all of his friends. I tried to explain, but that was the beginning of the beating. He tore my passport and promised to send me back to jail, along with Dave, who didn’t file the evidence against me. That was the beginning.

Harry and I still went out together as happy couple, and his friends would never acted like they fuckked me last night. But once we were back at the house, I became the sex slave, until Dave agreed to help me if I agreed to move into the cottage, deep within the woods and become only his. I had no choice.

"I 'm no doing this anymore." I told Harry, one night, hike he and his friends were waiting for me.

"You're kidding, right?" Harry emailed with open arms.

His friends chucked behind him.

"Please, Harry, forgive me." I pleaded. "Please."

"Give me one good reason, why I should?" Harry asked. For once, his a frown and an angry face.

"I am your wife!"

"Oh, no. You're not." Harry smiled. "Did you for once believed that I would marry someone who uses a dead lady's identity?"

I made a confused facial expression.

"Oh, no, dont cry now." Harry mocked. His friends laughed. "How else could I have gotten you the name Kate, with a social security number, if thr owner of the name and the number is still alive?"

"Harry.." I whispered and tried to reach out to him. He avoided my hand and I fell on the floor.
The laughter rang in my had as I began to sob.

"And there was no marriage too. The certificate was a fake. Our marriage was never registered under the law, b*itch!"

I cried as I allowed my clothes to be removed. I was dragged on the floor and each one of them took their turn. Right there, I made up my mind not leave Harry, but also kill him!

I told Dave and he came up with the use of Hydrofluoric acid and how I can make my troubles go away with its right usage.

A week later, Harry disappeared and that was it. Dave took care of the whole barrel of dissolved Harry, but I took just a little out of it as a memento. For two good years after Harry’s disappearance, I was a sex slave to Jose, Harry’s lawyer who promised to ensure that I have a part in Harry’s fortune. Dave asked me to play on until the cash landed.

Jose, on the other hand, stalled his influence for two years before he agreed to help. He helped forged the document that made me signatory to Harry’s account. The total cash was thirty eight million dollars. The bank manager, also Harry’s friend, took a share of ten million. Jose said he had to settle some officials who looked the other way with five million and I was left with twenty three million dollars.

I got home with twenty three million dollars, neatly packed in a big suitcase. But, it was a surprise when Jose phoned to tell me he would be collecting a total of twenty one million, while I should get ready to flee the city with the two million dollars that would be left. I was taken aback by his grediness, but I had no choice. I was satisfied with that. I couldn’t have made five hundred thousand bucks in three years if I had to stick to my old life of crime and embrace prostitution. If I have to live at the cottage- two million dollars is more than enough.

All these while, Dave was privy to everything. I packed my things and was ready for Jose to come, so that I could leave. They had so much on me that I know I couldn’t have ran. They would have turned every tide against me. I called Dave and informed him of the development with Jose and he was very mad.

‘Where is he, now?’ Dave had asked.

‘Who? Jose?’

‘Yes, Jose, you stupid fuck!’ He shouted. ‘How on earth would agree to that kind of a deal?’

I was always scared of Dave. He always had this intimidating evil plans revolving around his round bald head. He always wore a frown and growls for a talk. Whenever he slaps me, his big fat hand takes all the space on my face such that a slap at a side is a slap in all.

‘I am sorry, I don’t know what to do.’ I shrieked. I know he would certainly beat and kick me as usual as soon as he set his eyes on me.

‘Where the fuck is he? That’s what I asked?’ He growled.

‘He said he is at the Bank and would be coming to my place in….'

He hung up. The dial tone flooded my brain and i started to cry. For a moment, I hoped I could run away with the whole money, but I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to escape it. Dave would have used the police resources at his disposal to hunt me down! For a moment, I thought about how to pacify Dave. I decided to Kill Jose myself, whenever he shows up. Dave could take care of the body.

But then I thought about it, if Dave had to be the one to help me out again, I would be worse than a slave to him. And I didn’t want to kill Jose without the ability to dispose of the body completely. I thought of the Hydrofluoric acid again but I was quick to discard the thought. The little of Harry left with me couldn’t have done the job and I was scared of showing my face in a chemical shop, buying lots of the stuff. Dave had used his influence to buy it, when I needed it for Harry.

Then another thought struck me; I should make a deal with Jose. I picked up my phone and dialled several times but he wasn’t picking up. I was ready to give him million dollars, if he would help me evade the check point and slip into Mexico with the remaining one million, which I am sure is more than enough for me.

I called Jose and he agreed. I was elated. That would better. I could escape Dave and this haunted life of mine.

Hours later, I couldn’t wait anymore, I became scared and uneasy. More scared of Dave than Jose. I went inside and took my gun. Dave gave it to me after Harry’s death; he said it wasn’t registered. I sat on the sofa and waited for Jose to arrive. I am sure I could handle Jose if he tried to be smart. With his small framed body, an ugly face and a voice like a chicken, I could do him in with a blow. He is just a rich idiot, like Harry. Always using their influence to intimidate others.

My phone rang and Jose said he just left the bank, he's on his way. I was glad. I waited. My phone rang again and Dave said he'll be around soon. My heart skipped many beats. I would wish that Jose be here on time. In order not to waste time when Jose arrived, I took one and a half million dollars from the money and when to hide it inside the cistern in the upper room. It took just one cistern to comfortably hide the hundred dollar bills of 1.5million. I disconnect the water supply. I was sure Jose would count the money to confirm it was less than five hundred thousand.

I called Jose, over and over, but he didnt pick my call. I knew there was trouble. He may be planing against me. I held on to my gun and moved towards the living room.

As I went back to the living room, a car pulled into the lawn very fast and stopped with a swampy screech. It threw grasses and soil into the air like a confetti as it swerved sideways to stop. I knew it was Jose, and it didn’t look good. I had to save myself now, I told myself as I ducked by the curtain, pointed the gun towards the doorway. I was prepared to shoot anything that came in through that door.

I aimed at the door way and prepared myself for him. But instead of Jose, Dave came in with his bulky body and a frown. My hand began to shake. For once, I saw it as an opportunity to shoot him. I wasn’t sure I could have shot him if I had to face him directly. I aimed and squinted as he looked around the exclusive sitting area, oblivious of the danger around him. I aimed at his back and was ready. Slowly, determined, my hand moved as I squeezed the trigger, ready to pull...

End of 6

Sunday 9 October 2016

CHAPTER 5: WHO AM I?

Chapter 5

‘I am sure you know how this will end, right?’ Henry asked as we got to the landing of the stairs, in front of my hotel room.

I took a swipe at the door with the card and it clicked opened.

‘How is this going to end?’ I asked calmly.

‘I don’t know your name, and I don’t want to know because I am gonna have to kill you after all these ended.’

I stood still, my palm on the door. I would have kicked him, but he was not so near. Any attempt would have gotten me shot.

‘You don’t have to do that, Harry.’

‘My name is not Harry, you bi*tch!’ He shouted angrily.

I opened the door to my hotel room with my head as Henry’s slap across my face ensured that. He pushed me hard and I fell flat on my face. My wig went another way.

‘What?’ He said as he stared at my bald head. ‘You have cancer or something?’ He asked as he points the gun in my face.

I stood up gently with a smile and tried to put on the wig but he insisted that I mustn’t.

‘What is this?’ He asked, uneasy. ‘What other fake features do have on you? Plastic boobs, silicon butts, fake camel toe, butt pads?’

‘Would you like to see?’ I asked as I slipped the strap of my bra, off my shoulder, one after the other- revealing the greatness of my boobs.

He nearly ran mad- I could sense it between his legs.

‘Go ahead.’ He said, waving his gun in my direction. ‘Undress.’

‘If you say so.’ I replied and stood up.

Slowly, wiggling my big waist, I slipped down my pants. I had a smooth shave. Maybe you also need to see it...maybe later.

‘You don’t need the gun,’ I said, ‘I would have given you what you wanted. You are a handsome man, Harry.’ I called him that again, as always, deliberately.

‘It’s Henry!’ He shouted and I apologized with a smile.

I knew what I was doing. Psychopaths are one ego centric as*holes, and they would prefer to act under the name they chose for themselves. They are proud. I was sure he wasn’t gonna shoot me; he would only get more annoyed and more determined to ensure I suffer. But what they don’t realise is that, when you’re angry, you can never think straight- and your thoughts would be easy to read.

‘You are scaring me, Henry. I would like a drink.’ I said as I stood in his front, gladly disarming his senses with my nakedness.

He was salivating as he fixed his eyes on everything. I turned around and the backside nailed him to his cross.

‘Alright, alright, I will get you a drink, but don’t try anything stupid, okay?’ He fidgeted.

‘Like what?’

‘Like trying to take my gun, dumbass!’

‘I won’t.’ I said as I cat-walked gently to the bed, naked. I sat down and smiled at him, ‘But you cannot bring your gun to my bed, Henry.’

I knew I was killing him. It was all written over him; he can’t wait to get laid.

‘Okay.’ He dropped his gun on the sofa and stripped himself down to his pants.

His bulge was unbelievably big. I would have wished for it, but now, he's spoilt his own fun. As he started to move towards the bed, I stopped him and requested he get me a drink from the shelf and the inhaler in my bag.

‘I would need those if you truly want an explosive evening.’ I said with a smile. ‘I have asthma.’

‘The sicker, the better.’ He beamed.

He turned my bag upside down; spilling all its contents on the floor. He was satisfied that I had no weapon in it. He threw my inhaler to me and he went for the bottle of wine. I sat still on the bed, took my time with the inhaler as I squeezed a lot of it into my mouth.

He came back with the drink; as I expected, for two. He was smart. He asked that I drink mine first, to be sure it wasn’t poisoned. I smiled and gulped down my wine. I stretched out my cup for a refill and I gulped it down again.

He smiled. ‘Nothing personal honey, I just had to make sure.’ He said and drank down his cup.

I requested for more and we became excited. He was relaxed, satisfied that I would be no trouble.

‘Tell me about yourself; are you just asthmatic or you have another illness? I see you’re using the inhaler more frequently than a normal asthmatic patient would have done. Are you nervous?’ He asked.

‘Yes, I am. But not scared.’ I said in whisper as I used more of the inhaler.

‘I didn’t even ask for you name.’ He said as he tried to kiss me.

I avoided his lips and turned a cheek. ‘My name? Call me Jane. Will you call me Jane, Harry?’

A slap cut across my face blinded me.

‘Do not call me Harry again, okay?’

I nodded while I held the affected cheek and I smiled. ‘I am sorry.’ I said. 'Another wine?'

‘Okay.’ He said and walked to the shelf to get another wine; his gun in his hand. 'But, don't you think I'm gonna get drunk. After this, I am getting down with you!'

'Of course, Henry'.

I looked at the wall clock, just one minute more to action time. I counted the sixty seconds remaining, from my mind. ’57 seconds more, I counted down.’

‘Why call me Harry, anyway?’ Henry asked he walked to the bed.

‘Harry was my ex-husband.’ I replied.

‘Oh, I see. So, what happened that you gotta leave Harry? He must be a total jerk, I guess.’

40 seconds....

‘He didn’t leave me; I killed him because he was a total jerk, like you said.’ I stood up from the bed, ‘He is just like you.’

‘You what?’ He asked and retraced his steps backward- away from me.

I could see the fear in his eyes. He pointed the gun straight at me.

‘I killed Harry because he beats me every time. He rapes me and forces me to have sex with his friends too.’ I started moving closer to him.

25 seconds...

‘Stay there, Jane or I will shoot you. I swear!’

‘No you won’t. And my name is not Jane. Not even Kate, because Harry gave me that. It wasn’t even Cherry as I told Jose. I could give you ten names that I had been called just to escape my past. But I would love to call Harry.’

‘Stay away from me, you freak!’ Henry shouted as he started to shake.

5 seconds.

I used the inhaler once again. Henry quickly sensed that he has been drugged; he tried to aim at me with the shaking hands. I realised he had forgot to pull the hammer, so I counted down, and stood still.

'Two seconds more, Harry.' I said aloud.

He pulled the trigger and…CLICK CLICK..

1 second...

Henry slumped on his knees; his arms beside him.

‘Game over, Henry. Oh… poor Henry, you forgot to pull; the hammer.’ I moved over to him, still naked, allowing him to feed on my beauty that he would never have.

I held his head and brushed his face against my pubic hair.

‘You like it?’

‘What… What… did you…?’

‘You’re paralysed, Henry. You won’t be able to move your hands or your feet. Ironically, you can still talk for the next one hour. And if you are wondering why I am not affected.’ I wiggled the inhaler in his face. ‘This is not an inhaler, Harry. It is a neutralizer against the poison. Here,’ I dropped it at his knees, ‘take some.’ I started laughing as I moved to the wardrobe to pack my luggage. I know I must leave the city and move elsewhere as I have always done.

'You don't want the inhaler, Henry? Go on, take.' I mocked him. Knowing he was paralysed and won't be able to move a limb. ‘You wanna know why I killed Harry?’ I asked as I begin to pack my clothes in the suitcase.

‘Please.’ He said with his teary eyes. ‘I have a wife and I kid.’

‘I also have a soul and a body, Henry.’ I replied sharply. 'The ladies you claims to have killed  also have people they loved and who loved them. But, don’t worry, you won’t disappear like Harry did. They never found his body. You know why?’

I brought out a small, transparent plastic jar, with a light red liquid content. Well sealed. I shook it in his face. ‘This is what remained of Harry. I decided to keep some for myself after I dissolved his dead body in hydrofluoric acid. Though, it has some gloves in it too. But it’s much of Harry than the gloves.’ I smiled at Henry who was now urinating on himself. I chuckled.

‘Please! Jesus…you're a psycho.’

‘Shut the fuck up, Henry and be a man. Stand up for what you believe in. You believed in humiliating helpless ladies like me. You believed in sexually harassing them, right? Then you should face the consequences when they finally show up.’

‘I have money; take everything.’

‘Oh, money? I am sure you don't have enough. Sorry, I didn’t tell you, Henry- Harry left me enough for a life time. I move around with nothing but twenty million dollars packed in that suitcase.’ I pointed to the big suitcase leaning against the wall.
I opened it for him to see. ‘I just want to be in peace, but you just will not let me rest!’ I shouted.

‘Please, Jane.’

‘My name is Lucy. Its not my real name, but at least, that’s what I want to be called from now on. You must be Harry, but this time, you will not disappear; the cops will find your body- dead body.’

I dragged my luggage to the door. Then I removed the rubber gloves from my pocket and put it on. I walked over to him and took his gun from the floor. Then I put it in his hands and wrapped his fingers around the butt. Slowly, I raised it to his head without hesitation.

‘Please, please, forgive me.’ He cried uncontrollably with both tears, mucus and saliva dangling on his chin. ‘I have a wife and…’

BAAAAAMMMMM!!!! Blood and brains splattered through the other side of his head as I used his finger to squeeze the trigger.

‘Don’t worry, Harry; your family will find your dead body.’ I said.

I removed the gloves and carefully put them in the hydrofluoric jar. I smiled as it dissolved. It wasn’t a new practice. I grabbed a new wig and donned it.

‘Lucy.’ I said to myself- the reflection on the mirror.


End of 5

Tuesday 4 October 2016

CHAPTER 4: WHO AM I?

Chapter 4




The second day after Harry’s visit, the victim’s wife came and said she had dropped charges all against me. I couldn’t believe myself. Within minutes, Dave ensured the paperwork was done. I was free. Dave didn’t waste time, he grabbed my hand and let me to his car. As he inserted the key to turn on the engine, another car pulled behind us- it was a Bentley. Harry came out of the Bentley it with a smile. Harry, 45 years and one of the richest man in town.

‘Fuck it!’ Dave gnashed his teeth. ‘Mother… fucker! I thought I asked him to come by ten.’

‘It’s past ten, Dave.’ I said.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Dave snorted angrily.

‘I will take it from here Dave.’ Harry said as he leaned over the window.

‘Sure.’ Dave smiled. ‘I was bringing her over to your place anyways.’ He lied. I know he was already thinking of fuckin me.

Harry held me by the arm and pulled me, gently, towards his car.

‘Why are you doing this?’ I asked Harry in whisper, scared. ‘Please.’ I pleaded.

‘Relax honey, you are safe now.’ Harry smiled as he guided me gently to the back seat. I must admit he still looked charming in my thoughts. ‘I secured your release, Kate, and it is only fair that I ensure that you look beautiful.’

‘Kate?’ I asked as I tried to get out of the car. ‘My name is not Kate! Let me out!’ I shouted.

Harry only smiled an adjusted his suit. He let me get out and ran to Dave.

‘You better tell her Dave. I will be right in my car. She’s got five minutes.’ Henry opened the door and slipped through.

‘What is going on, Dave?’ I asked, scared. ‘You promised to…’

‘Listen, I know what I promised. But you see, Harry over there ensured you are release and all charges dropped. He paid off the woman with a large sum to stop pressing charges and admit that it was a mistake. We never filed the evidence. Harry promised to get you a new identity, so that you can have a new life.’

I was happy and surprised. ‘Why didn’t you tell me this?’

‘Well, I thought we could have some nice time before he came.’ Dave said, like a guilty schoolboy. ‘I didn’t know he would be this early.

I sighed and hated him. All he ever wanted was sex. He would have denied me a life time opportunity to erase my crime record. As a Mexican, I had no chance of survival. I don’t need criminal records as voluminous as a dictionary before I was casted away. Like Pablo would say, nor being white is a deadly crime on its own!

‘But, what would Harry want from me? I cannot pay him back- I have no money.’ I asked as I made to go to the Bentley.

‘Are you kidding me? What do you think is gonna be the first thing every guy who sees you wants from you?’

‘Sex?’

‘Yeah! Just fuck him and get off it!’ He shouted angrily. ‘And don’t forget, after you are done with him, you still have a deal with me!’


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