Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Mom and dad both had drilled it into my head that I needed to let it go and go on with my life. I guess I shouldn’t have threatened to end her the first few times they’d visited me in the pen. It had been years since I’d done that, since I’d even mentioned her to them, so I was hoping they’d forgotten all about it. The look dad gave me just before I left said they hadn’t.
It was good that she’d moved a few towns over so no one would blow my cover before I was ready, but that didn’t matter anyway since I only left the house to go next door to theirs when I was sure no one was home. I didn’t let myself think too much about the fiancé. I don’t care if he was the beatified saint of the last pope his ass was gonna get burned, casualty of war.
He wasn’t even real to me at this point. As long as he stayed the fuck out of my way I’ll let him live. He fucks with me, all bets are off. This is between me, and the little Lolita. What he chose to do with the pieces I leave will be up to him, but I’m betting on him wanting out. From what I’d seen so far he didn’t strike me as the type to forgive and forget.
I’d decided that today was the day to make my move. Everything was in place and there was no more need to wait. The sooner I got this shit started the sooner it would all end. I got a sweet little tingle at the thought as I took another sip of the alcohol that burned a path down my gut. I gave one last passing thought to the boyfriend since he was the only one I could see causing any hiccups, but I was ready for that contingency as well.
He won’t be home for another few hours and they rarely had guests except for her parents or his on the odd weekend. I knew all this from tracking her moves while I was still on the inside. Like I said, these people put all their business out there for any asshole to see. I saw plenty and kept track in my handy little scrapbook, which I’d emailed to myself.
I went to my computer and fired it up so I could keep eyes on her. She dropped her purse on a chair and made her way to the bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went.
I didn’t watch her shower but waited instead for her to get dressed and make her way back to the kitchen to get dinner started. It was the same routine every day and I was hard pressed to reconcile this shell of a woman with the vibrant young girl who’d first approached me in that backyard that long ago day.
She had no spunk as far as I could see, almost as if she were going through the motions. But nothing I’d seen from her million and one posts gave me any insight into this new person she’d become. It’s almost as if she’d locked herself off or some shit and I was thinking maybe there was something, other than the fact that she’d ruined me, that she hadn’t shared with the fucking web.
I knew from eavesdropping on their lives that the relationship she was in was lukewarm at best. In every picture her eyes were dull and the smile never really formed on her lips. Instead of the cute little summer dresses I remember, she was now into something approaching a habit that covered her from head to toe. I think they call it a caftan, fuck I know.
It wasn’t only her choice of clothing that had changed; it was as if the light had gone out of her. I could almost convince myself that she was punishing herself for what she’d done to my life by sabotaging her own, but I didn’t give a fuck about that shit either. Her self-flagellation meant fuck all to me. She couldn’t have been suffering all that much since she’d breezed through college, found herself a man, and was set to get married in less than a year. All in all she’d had it much better than I did.
5
I studied her now as she moved around the kitchen like a Stepford wife, something I noticed she did a lot, trying to get a feel for what the fuck was up with her. Had the town turned on her when her testimony fell flat and that side of things fell through?
It’s true that I had once been something of a hero to the folks in my hometown, but I never heard any static about anyone giving her shit about it, and besides, she’d gone off to college not long after.