Unhinged Part III Gets Brutal
Welcome to the Thursday FREE story posting of Unhinged: Chapter Two in the ongoing tale of a woman pushed beyond the brink. There's no going back for Jen, who now has her boss sighted in the cross hairs of her favorite 9mm.
Catch up to Parts I and II here.
CHAPTER 2
I sat outside of Jake's condominium complex in my SUV. It was about one a.m. and I could see that a lamp burned somewhere within his third floor walkup. He had the patio door opened and a breeze was stirring the vertical blinds. Every now and then I'd see him walk by going either to the kitchen or the shitter. He was probably online bullshitting some unsuspecting woman. Wake up sister! He's a liar. The bees started buzzing and my head started pounding while I watched him go about his normal activities. My right hand reached across the bench seat for my little shoebox. I popped off the lid and pulled it out. Just yesterday I had purchased a new accessory for it. It was a shiny, new silencer. Black and slimming. Just the way I like it. I screwed it into the tip, and then I leaned forward and stuffed it down the back of my jeans. Of course, the safety was on, didn't want to shoot myself in the ass. I left my shirt out to cover the handle. I had dressed for the occasion. Black jeans, black t-shirt and black tennies. Hell, even my panties were black. You’ve got to coordinate. I looked at his balcony and noticed, again, the fire escape running up to the third floor. My mind seemed more clear this time than the last. I noticed there was an old oak tree in front of the fire escape partially obscuring it from sight. Perfect. I waited. Finally, around 1:30 a.m. his light went out. He hadn't closed the patio door. What a colossal stupid ass. Didn't he realize that someone could break in easily or was he just that arrogant? I hated that he felt so secure. I hated that he was in there right now, lying in bed, thinking of how he would get me fired. I just plain hated him. The hate made the buzzing stronger. It fueled my body into motion. My vision seemed tinged by a red haze. I felt numb. I looked up and down the street. No one was out or around so I got out and jogged across the street. I reached the oak tree and stood under it for another forty-five minutes. The time seemed to pass in seconds. Then, I jumped up to grab the first rung on the fire escape. I had to jump three times before I actually got a good hold on it. I pulled myself up by using my feet on the stucco wall. It was a little difficult, but I finally got my foot on the rungs and began to climb up to the third floor. Once there, it was only about two feet over from the patio. Easy enough to step one foot onto the wall and step over. I carefully lowered myself to the patio floor, squatting down, and on hands and heels, inched my way to the opening. I peeked in and looked around. It was dark, but the light from the moon illuminated just enough that I could see inside. No sign of Jake. I came all the way in, slowly. I let my eyes adjust to the interior darkness and looked around until I located the hallway. I checked out his furnishings; ugly leather sofa and a plaid recliner that had seen better days. There was a copy of Hustler on his coffee table. Next to it was a box of tissues. Ew! I stood up, and reached around to my back to pull out the 9mm. I released the safety. It made a click that sounded loud to my sensitive ears. I held my breath and waited. Nothing. All was good. I slowly stepped into the hallway and made my way down to the doorway at the end. There were three doors, but this one was surely the master bedroom while the other two would be a guestroom and a bathroom. When I got to the last doorway, I stood just outside of it and listened. I heard a faint snore. I peeked around the door jamb and spied Jake spread eagle across the bed, bare-ass naked. Gross! He looked as white and pasty naked as he did in clothes. At least the clothes hid some of the ugliness. His small penis lay flaccid across his leg. There was some shiny semen around the tip indicating he had jacked off before falling asleep. It looked sad and pathetic. No wonder he was such an ass. If I were a man and had that shriveled little pecker, I'd be pissed off all the time, too. I almost felt sorry for him; almost. I skulked up to the bed and aimed down at his chest. He snored on, unaware. I looked at where I had aimed. Too easy, I thought. I aimed lower, right at that sad little piece of cock and bull. I thought of how Jake had made my life at work almost as miserable as Aaron had made my life at home. I mentally searched for a reason not to kill him. He had family somewhere, someone who probably loved him. I hesitated and remembered that come Monday, he would have discovered a way to kick me out of my job. I’d lose everything because of this man; another man taking vital things away from me. A cold settled into my now empty heart and my mind let loose of its moorings. My heart beat slowed, and sounded loud in my ears. The bees buzzed and filled my head with warm, fuzzy static. I fired!"Ahhhhhhhh!" The expression on his face for that split second as he looked directly into my eyes was priceless. He started to open his mouth to scream again as his brain must have finally received the signal that it had been shot. I aimed at his face and said one word, "Surprise" and fired again. He went still and quiet all at once. There was no sound with the silencer, and the only noise that could have possibly been heard was his first initial scream which was short lived, and might have only been a dream or a figment of someone's imagination. I could smell the acrid stench of a gun that had just been fired. I looked down at Jake and saw blood gushing from both his head and the area that used to be his penis. I unscrewed the silencer from the gun. It burned my fingers; still hot. But I stuffed it in my pocket and shoved the gun back down the back of my jeans. It burned my skin, but I couldn’t leave it out. I turned to leave the way I came in. Out the patio, back down the fire escape, slowly and carefully. I jumped down from the last rung and crouched under the oak. Tears glistened in my eyes from the burn of the hot metal against my back. I listened, and looked for any sign that anyone had heard and would come out to investigate. No one showed. Nothing stirred but the leaves in the trees. I walked quickly across the street to my SUV, climbed in and slowly drove off as if nothing had happened; as if I hadn’t just ended a man’s life execution-style. On the way home, I started to feel better, almost happy, so I stopped by an all-night Wendy's and picked up a large Frosty and a bottled water. Killing was some seriously hard work, and I was craving something sweet and cold. Come Monday, there would be a job opening. After all the fuss died down, I intended to apply for Jake's old position. I chugged the water and then dug into the Frosty. I licked the spork and smiled to myself. Life was just getting better. It was really great having no boundaries. And this Frosty really hit the spot. I started to laugh and just couldn’t stop. A few stray tears ran down my cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, but rather, tears of joy. Monday came and went without too much going on, but by Tuesday, it was all over the news. Jake had been found dead in his condo. It was being speculated that it was a professional hit. Apparently, a neighbor noticed the smell and called the landlord. The landlord discovered the body. Police were brought in and suspects were being rounded up. I heard the upper management staff discussing how the police had taken Jake's computer to search for clues. It was suspected by the way the fatal injuries were inflicted, that the crime may be the result of a love triangle. A detective had already come by and spoken to Mr. Jefferson who could offer no help whatsoever.Everyone was guessing, but no one had a clue. Perfect. I spent the day working on my resume for when the opportunity presented itself to apply for his position. My day was great. No asshole giving me shit. It was really quite peaceful and the bees were quiet.
Catch up to Parts I and II here.
CHAPTER 2
I sat outside of Jake's condominium complex in my SUV. It was about one a.m. and I could see that a lamp burned somewhere within his third floor walkup. He had the patio door opened and a breeze was stirring the vertical blinds. Every now and then I'd see him walk by going either to the kitchen or the shitter. He was probably online bullshitting some unsuspecting woman. Wake up sister! He's a liar. The bees started buzzing and my head started pounding while I watched him go about his normal activities. My right hand reached across the bench seat for my little shoebox. I popped off the lid and pulled it out. Just yesterday I had purchased a new accessory for it. It was a shiny, new silencer. Black and slimming. Just the way I like it. I screwed it into the tip, and then I leaned forward and stuffed it down the back of my jeans. Of course, the safety was on, didn't want to shoot myself in the ass. I left my shirt out to cover the handle. I had dressed for the occasion. Black jeans, black t-shirt and black tennies. Hell, even my panties were black. You’ve got to coordinate. I looked at his balcony and noticed, again, the fire escape running up to the third floor. My mind seemed more clear this time than the last. I noticed there was an old oak tree in front of the fire escape partially obscuring it from sight. Perfect. I waited. Finally, around 1:30 a.m. his light went out. He hadn't closed the patio door. What a colossal stupid ass. Didn't he realize that someone could break in easily or was he just that arrogant? I hated that he felt so secure. I hated that he was in there right now, lying in bed, thinking of how he would get me fired. I just plain hated him. The hate made the buzzing stronger. It fueled my body into motion. My vision seemed tinged by a red haze. I felt numb. I looked up and down the street. No one was out or around so I got out and jogged across the street. I reached the oak tree and stood under it for another forty-five minutes. The time seemed to pass in seconds. Then, I jumped up to grab the first rung on the fire escape. I had to jump three times before I actually got a good hold on it. I pulled myself up by using my feet on the stucco wall. It was a little difficult, but I finally got my foot on the rungs and began to climb up to the third floor. Once there, it was only about two feet over from the patio. Easy enough to step one foot onto the wall and step over. I carefully lowered myself to the patio floor, squatting down, and on hands and heels, inched my way to the opening. I peeked in and looked around. It was dark, but the light from the moon illuminated just enough that I could see inside. No sign of Jake. I came all the way in, slowly. I let my eyes adjust to the interior darkness and looked around until I located the hallway. I checked out his furnishings; ugly leather sofa and a plaid recliner that had seen better days. There was a copy of Hustler on his coffee table. Next to it was a box of tissues. Ew! I stood up, and reached around to my back to pull out the 9mm. I released the safety. It made a click that sounded loud to my sensitive ears. I held my breath and waited. Nothing. All was good. I slowly stepped into the hallway and made my way down to the doorway at the end. There were three doors, but this one was surely the master bedroom while the other two would be a guestroom and a bathroom. When I got to the last doorway, I stood just outside of it and listened. I heard a faint snore. I peeked around the door jamb and spied Jake spread eagle across the bed, bare-ass naked. Gross! He looked as white and pasty naked as he did in clothes. At least the clothes hid some of the ugliness. His small penis lay flaccid across his leg. There was some shiny semen around the tip indicating he had jacked off before falling asleep. It looked sad and pathetic. No wonder he was such an ass. If I were a man and had that shriveled little pecker, I'd be pissed off all the time, too. I almost felt sorry for him; almost. I skulked up to the bed and aimed down at his chest. He snored on, unaware. I looked at where I had aimed. Too easy, I thought. I aimed lower, right at that sad little piece of cock and bull. I thought of how Jake had made my life at work almost as miserable as Aaron had made my life at home. I mentally searched for a reason not to kill him. He had family somewhere, someone who probably loved him. I hesitated and remembered that come Monday, he would have discovered a way to kick me out of my job. I’d lose everything because of this man; another man taking vital things away from me. A cold settled into my now empty heart and my mind let loose of its moorings. My heart beat slowed, and sounded loud in my ears. The bees buzzed and filled my head with warm, fuzzy static. I fired!"Ahhhhhhhh!" The expression on his face for that split second as he looked directly into my eyes was priceless. He started to open his mouth to scream again as his brain must have finally received the signal that it had been shot. I aimed at his face and said one word, "Surprise" and fired again. He went still and quiet all at once. There was no sound with the silencer, and the only noise that could have possibly been heard was his first initial scream which was short lived, and might have only been a dream or a figment of someone's imagination. I could smell the acrid stench of a gun that had just been fired. I looked down at Jake and saw blood gushing from both his head and the area that used to be his penis. I unscrewed the silencer from the gun. It burned my fingers; still hot. But I stuffed it in my pocket and shoved the gun back down the back of my jeans. It burned my skin, but I couldn’t leave it out. I turned to leave the way I came in. Out the patio, back down the fire escape, slowly and carefully. I jumped down from the last rung and crouched under the oak. Tears glistened in my eyes from the burn of the hot metal against my back. I listened, and looked for any sign that anyone had heard and would come out to investigate. No one showed. Nothing stirred but the leaves in the trees. I walked quickly across the street to my SUV, climbed in and slowly drove off as if nothing had happened; as if I hadn’t just ended a man’s life execution-style. On the way home, I started to feel better, almost happy, so I stopped by an all-night Wendy's and picked up a large Frosty and a bottled water. Killing was some seriously hard work, and I was craving something sweet and cold. Come Monday, there would be a job opening. After all the fuss died down, I intended to apply for Jake's old position. I chugged the water and then dug into the Frosty. I licked the spork and smiled to myself. Life was just getting better. It was really great having no boundaries. And this Frosty really hit the spot. I started to laugh and just couldn’t stop. A few stray tears ran down my cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, but rather, tears of joy. Monday came and went without too much going on, but by Tuesday, it was all over the news. Jake had been found dead in his condo. It was being speculated that it was a professional hit. Apparently, a neighbor noticed the smell and called the landlord. The landlord discovered the body. Police were brought in and suspects were being rounded up. I heard the upper management staff discussing how the police had taken Jake's computer to search for clues. It was suspected by the way the fatal injuries were inflicted, that the crime may be the result of a love triangle. A detective had already come by and spoken to Mr. Jefferson who could offer no help whatsoever.Everyone was guessing, but no one had a clue. Perfect. I spent the day working on my resume for when the opportunity presented itself to apply for his position. My day was great. No asshole giving me shit. It was really quite peaceful and the bees were quiet.
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