So I, BOOMER [Jessica], decided to post part of my book on here. I’ve only written the prologue and first chapter but I decided I could always come back and add to it once I’ve written more. I know they are short but I may go back and add things to make them longer, or I may not. Anyway this is the story I am composing. The prologue is from the girl’s point of view. The first chapter is from the man’s point of view. I know it would be confusing if I hadn’t told you that, and I’m still working on a way to help the reader to understand that. I will switch back and forth between these characters throughout the chapters. Enjoy. Also, the book is untitled as of yet.
Disclaimer: This is my original work. Copying or use of this material without my permission is prohibited. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are product of my imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Prologue:
I feel dead but I know that I am not. I can hear my heart beating loudly in my chest. I open my eyes but it’s useless in this dark abyss. I don’t know where I am or how long I have been lying here. I try moving but no progress is made. I have lost all feeling in my limbs.. I try to speak but no words escape me. I strain my ears, desperate to hear anything other than the beat of my own heart. With no luck, I try moving again. My fingertips twitch and I try sitting up. Something stirs in the distance. I can’t decipher the exact direction in which this disturbance occurs and I can’t even begin to fathom what awaits me in the darkness.
I try speaking once more but the attempt only results in muffled coughing. It is then that a dim light flickers in the distance and the silhouette of a familiar shape appears at the foot of the steps. I quickly examine my surroundings, my gaze falling upon the rope that binds my legs and hands. The rope has cut off circulation in my limbs, explaining the numbness, as well as the discoloration of the skin.
I’m completely frozen with fear s the silhouette moves closer into the light, allowing me to make out its features. The once shadowy figure takes the shape of an older man, the deep lines in his face showing that the previous decades have been hard on him. His gray eyes seem to smile at me as he moves even closer and I recognize him almost instantly. The man from the supermarket…how could I forget those eyes? Tears run down my face and my pleas for my life and my safety are lost somewhere between my vocal cords and the rag jammed into my mouth that is taped shut. Thus explaining why I couldn’t speak previously. I try moving around, hoping to loosen the ropes binding me, but I give in to them and begin praying to God. This is it. This is the end. God be with me these last minutes that I have.
Chapter One:
The colors blue and red danced together in the rear view mirror of my car as I pulled over to the side of the road. The approaching officer was a young man, maybe in his mid twenties, leading me to assume that he hadn’t been with the force long. My left hand moved to roll down the window so calmly that it masked any fear I had of being caught with a dead body in my trunk.
When the officer shone his flashlight at my face, my pupils shrank, causing my left hand to now shade my eyes.
“Sir, can I see your license?” his voice was deep, though not very intimidating, but I obeyed and pulled the item from my brown leather wallet.
“What seems to be the problem officer?” I forced a smile at him, then proceeded to hand over the license. As he took it from my hand, I got a glimpse of his name tag, which read RAMIREZ.
“As you were pulling out of the supermarket, I saw that your right tail light was out and just wanted to advise you to get that fixed. Might cause trouble some day.” Officer Ramirez smiled, handing the license back to me, but I could tell there was no sincerity behind his smile. I placed the license back into its rightful place before tucking the wallet into my back pocket.
“Well thank you for your concern Officer…” I pretended to glance at his name tag for the first time. “…Ramirez, is it? I’ll have it fixed first thing in the morning.” My hand then moved to roll the window up half way as Officer Ramirez thanked me before returning to his car. An almost inhuman smile surfaced upon my lips as I lit up a cigarette and continued driving home.
Rain began falling lightly from the night sky as I turned onto my dirt driveway. It was a long driveway through a small patch of woods that hid my house from the road. I pulled into the old barn located to the right of the house and turned off the car. I began whistling as I walked over to the barn’s entrance and closed its heavy wooden doors. Once they were closed, I walked over to the trunk of my car and opened it. A smell arose from the inside that might be considered putrid to any normal person, but I was far from normal, therefore the scent was intoxicating to me. I just couldn’t seem to get enough and my mouth began to water as I lifted the lifeless body from the trunk. I carried it to one of the empty horse stalls and layed it down. All of the stalls were usually empty except for a night like tonight. A night where I just couldn’t keep control.
I closed the trunk, then walked over to the deep freezer on the opposite side of the barn and opened the lid, preparing it to store the body. After inserting the body, I closed the lid, locking it with a small pad lock. I decided to retire for the night and I could deal with the body tomorrow. As I walked to the house, I made up my mind about taking a hot bath before going to bed. I went straight to the master bathroom upstairs and began running the bath water. While I was undressing, I noticed a small series of scratches along the left side of my chest. They belonged to the fingernails of the body that was now in the freezer. I ran my fingertips over the scratches, smiling as I remembered the way she had fought for her life.
“Pitiful…” I shook my head, then climbed into the tub and turned off the water. I found my mind drifting back to the girl as I layed back and closed my eyes.
“Investigators say that Elizabeth Peyton was last seen with a friend at the mall on Friday night. They’re doing all that they can and if you have any information regarding the case, please call 555-0342. Once again, that number is 555-0…” I turned off the radio as I watched the blond pull away from the ATM and exit the bank’s parking lot. I waited a minute before starting my own car and following her. Luckily for me, she lived alone in a trailer out in the country. I parked my car on the side of the road and turned it off before walking up to her vehicle. The woman was just getting out and looked startled.
“Can I help you?” she asked, moving slowly towards her house. I smiled, then nodded and pointed to my car.
“My car broke down and I was wondering if you had any jumper cables?” I must’ve sounded convincing enough because I saw the relief wash over her face.
“Yeah, just a second.” She walked over to her trunk, opening it and revealing the cables in question.
“Let me pull over to your car.” She handed the cables to me and as she was about to turn away, I quickly wrapped the cables around her neck. At first, her hands flew up to her neck, then reached out for me, her nails missing my face but clawing my chest. I pulled the jumper cables tighter, watching her blue eyes grow wider and hearing her choking grow thinner.
Her left foot kicked at me, catching my knee, so I punched her in the face, breaking her nose. I then kicked her feet out from under her and began dragging her to my car. About half way to the car, the last of her life left her and I threw her body into my trunk, the cables still securely around her neck. I then drove to the supermarket to pick up some things for breakfast in the morning.
My body jerked, waking me and I could hear watcher sloshing around. My eyes fell upon the bath water and I was surprised that I was still in the tub. I began draining the water, then got out and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist. After putting on some sweatpants, I headed to the front porch for another cigarette. Just as I had lit it, I heard banging coming from the barn so I tossed the cigarette and proceeded to check things out. As I neared the barn, I could hear screaming from inside the deep freezer.
“Dammit.” I hurried to the freezer to unlock it and quiet the girl. I walked over to the freezer, taking the key to the pad lock from its hook on the wall and used it to remove the pad lock. Once I opened the lid, the girl’s hand was slamming a block of ice into my face. She climbed out of the freezer and stumbled to the barn’s entrance, trying to escape but doing a poor job.
I grabbed a shovel that was leaning against the wall and chased after her. I wasn’t worried about her getting very far. In fact, the chase was exciting to me. Almost like a game of cat and mouse. The girl let out a weak cry for help before tripping over a raised tree root and falling to the ground. I caught up to her easily and swung the shovel at her, hitting her in the head and knocking her down completely. The first swing felt so good that I couldn’t control myself as I beat her face into the ground with the shovel. Once satisfied and assured that she was really dead this time, I returned her body to the freezer and went to bed, forgetting all about the cigarette I had previously craved.
Enjoy.
Because of me being naive, my bank account was 200 some odd dollars in the negative. Almost 300 dollars in the negative. I cried, I cursed, I broke things…ok I didn’t break things but I damn well wanted to. Plus the laundry wasn’t done and my boyfriend needed a clean work shirt. So I packed up some laundry, threw on some jeans and my pastel blue t-shirt with Humpty Dumpty broken in half on it which reads “I’m Effin Broke” in big black writing and headed to my mother’s to see if I could do some laundry there because the place I live in does not have a washer or dryer and I didn’t even have enough change to use a laundry mat. Anyway, keep in mind that I had that particular shirt on as I drove to my mom’s, where I most gratefully received a check from them for $300 to help me out in my time of need, then I proceeded to drive to the bank [twice today] wearing that same shirt as I took care of business. Once I got the money situation taken care of, I still had some extra cash so I went to fill up at the gas station where someone told me my tag was expired. Thank God for observant people. Or nosy…one of the two. I then proceeded to drive to the court house, cursing along the way, saying “If it’s not one thing, it’s another” [still wearing my I'm Effin Broke shirt] just to find out that I didn’t have enough cash on me. So I drove all the way back to the bank, withdrew the money needed, then went back to the courthouse. And that is how my day has been. Would anyone like to trade lives with me?
