12:00
PM
“You’re
such a freak,” Lindsay laughed, throwing a french fry across the table. It
landed in Hailey’s wavy, brown hair. Hailey and Lindsay were sitting in the
school cafeteria. It was Friday, so both girls were in high spirits. “I can’t
believe you think Ted Bundy is hot,” Lindsay said. Her jet-black bob was
shining under the cafeteria’s fluorescent lights and the drugstore mascara
she’d bought yesterday had formed big, black smudges under her dark, brown
eyes. Hailey fished the french fry out of her soft waves and flicked it back
across the table.
“He’s
hotter than Ed Kemper, you perv,” Hailey said, adjusting her black RayBans. She
was wearing dark purple lipstick that was accentuated by her dark locks, along
with a black zip-up hoodie she had adorned with Nightmare Before Christmas
patches.
“I never
said Kemper was hot,” Lindsay huffed, taking a long swig from the straw in her
chocolate milk. “I said the guy playing him on Netflix was hot.” She picked up
the anemic looking hamburger from her tray and took a bite. Her nails were
sloppily coloured black with a Sharpie marker.
“Whatever
you say,” Hailey laughed. She shoveled a large forkful of lasagna from a
plastic container into her mouth. Her eyelashes were so plied with mascara they
looked like little spiders sitting behind her glasses. She spotted Amber in the
food lineup and caught her attention, waving her over. Amber grabbed her tray
and headed toward the table.
“’Sup,
dudes?” Amber said, dropping her red tray onto the cafeteria table. Her slice
of pizza bounced halfway off the flimsy, white plate it was on. She had a
bottle of Diet Coke tucker underneath her arm that was nearly hidden by her
long, straight hair. Amber slid onto the bench next to Lindsay. “What’cha
talking about?” She folded her pizza lengthwise and took a bite, using her
other hand to throw her fire engine red locks over her left shoulder.
“How to
kill you,” Lindsay laughed. She grabbed the plastic fork from her tray and
mimed stabbing Amber through the top of the head. Amber took the fork from
Lindsay and stuck it in her hamburger. Amber laughed through a mouthful of
pizza. Her face was caked in foundation five times lighter than her natural
skin tone. Heavy black makeup lined her emerald green eyes.
“I wonder
if I could kill somebody if my life depended on it,” Hailey pondered aloud.
“Amber
already killed my hamburger, but you can kill one of my fries if you want,”
Lindsay giggled. “But not this one,” she picked up a long french fry and folded
it into her mouth. Her Bettie Page bangs jostled as she chewed.
“I could do
it,” Amber bragged. She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her
knuckles as if she was ready for a fight.
“You mean,
if your life depended on it,” Hailey said. Her purple lipstick had all but worn
away and was now just a ring around her mouth.
“Even if it
didn’t,” Amber said. She leaned forward and continued on her slice of pizza.
“I’ve always said we should have a Purge Night for real,” Amber said before
turning her slice around and taking a bite of crust. A piece of pepperoni fell
onto her tray.
“Yeah?”
Lindsay asked. “Who would you kill?” She was genuinely curious. She had spent
countless nights watching every episode of Killer Kids and Deadly Women on
Netflix. They all had. Amber shrugged.
“I don’t
have anyone in mind right now,” she replied. “But, I’m sure if I hated someone
enough I could do it.” She unscrewed the cap of her Diet Coke and took a sip.
“I just don’t hate anyone that much.”
“You’re
lucky,” Hailey said softly, twirling a brown strand of hair around her bony
finger while she stared at her phone. She noticed that Amber and Lindsay fell
silent.
“What?”
Hailey asked, looking up from her phone.
“Who
is it?” Amber asked. “Who would you kill?” She dabbed her mouth with the back
of her sweater sleeve. Hailey let out a sigh.
“Oh,
just Ken,” she replied.
“Your
mom’s boyfriend?” Lindsay asked, shoving the last piece of hamburger into her
mouth. “Didn’t they, like, just get together?”
“A
month ago,” Hailey replied scraping the last forkful of lasagna out of her
container and into her mouth. “He’s a piece-of-shit junkie and he beats my
mom,” Hailey said, mouth full. Her face grew hot. She’d spent the last four
weeks watching her mom get physically and verbally abused by a middle-aged drug
addict with no job. After Hailey’s dad died, her mom became dependent on
alcohol and hooked up with some really awful men. Ken was the worst, hands
down. If Hailey had the chance to kill Ken and get away with it, she’d take it.
“Well,”
Amber goaded, “let’s kill him.” She smiled emphatically. Hailey couldn’t tell
if she was joking. “I’m serious,” Amber continued as if she’d read Hailey’s
mind. “We’ve watched enough Forensic Files to know what not to do,” she said. “He’s a piece-of-shit junkie, you said it
yourself. We can easily make it look like a home invasion.” Lindsay’s face lit
up.
“Wait,
are we really talking about doing this?” she asked, hopeful.
“Of
course not,” Hailey said.
“No,
shut up. Yes, we are,” Amber interrupted. “Hails, Ken could beat your mom so
bad one day that he kills her. Do you really want to take that chance?”
Hailey’s expression changed.
“No,”
Hailey started. “But I also don’t want to take the chance of going to jail.”
“We
won’t go to jail,” Amber reassured her. “I promise. We’ll plan everything out
perfectly and make sure there’s absolutely no way it can be traced to us.”
“Awesome,”
Lindsay said excitedly. “When do we do this?”
“Tonight,”
Amber said.
“Tonight?!”
Hailey asked shocked. “We don’t even know what we’re doing!”
“Yes,
we do,” Amber replied. “You and I will go to Hailey’s around midnight and slip
in through the back door that Hailey will leave unlocked,” Amber said, looking
at Lindsay. “We’ll grab a knife from the kitchen, stab Ken before he wakes up,
throw some shit around to make it look like a robbery, and be back home before
anyone even knows what went down,” Amber said as if she was reciting a recipe
for chocolate chip cookies. “We’ll wear gloves so we don’t leave any prints.”
“What
about her mom?” Lindsay asked, looking at Amber.
“She goes to bed at ten,” Hailey
said. “And Ken usually passes out in the living room around eleven. My mom’s
room is upstairs so you shouldn’t have a problem.”
“And
alibis?” Lindsay asked. She was very much on board with the plan, but only if
it was foolproof.
“We’ll
just run Borderlands 2 on our computers in a custom lobby so it looks like we
were online all night,” Amber responded. “Anything else?” Amber pumped her
eyebrows at Lindsay.
“I
just want to make sure we’re bulletproof,” Lindsay said, giggling.
“Wait,
what do I do?” Hailey piped up.
“You
just wait in your room,” Amber said. “We’ll text you when we’re finishing up
and you can wake up your mom saying you heard something downstairs. When you
guys go to investigate, it will look like a burglary gone wrong and Ken will be
dead on the floor, just how we like it.” She mimed wiping dirt off her
shoulder. Hailey thought about the plan for a minute. This could actually work.
Normally, she’d never think of killing someone. Not under any circumstance. But
this wasn’t just any circumstance. Her mother’s life could be at stake and as
far as Hailey was concerned, Ken didn’t deserve to breathe.
“Okay,”
Hailey said. “I’m in,”
12:00
AM
Lindsay waited outside Amber’s house. She was wearing
black leggings with a black Cradle of Filth hoodie and combat boots. Lindsay’s
parents slept like the dead so it was no trouble for her to sneak out. She was
waiting for Amber to get past her father in the den. He stayed up late most
nights watching old war documentaries, usually until he passed out in his
recliner. Amber came around the back of the house and walked toward Lindsay.
“My
dad was in the kitchen making a sandwich,” Amber whispered. “I had to sneak out
the back door.” She pulled the hood of her black sweater snug around her face.
“You ready?” Amber and Lindsay walked the three blocks to Hailey’s and crept
around the back of the house. The air smelled good; the way it smells after a
summer rain. The humidity was making the girls uncomfortable in their heavy
sweaters. Lindsay tiptoed up the steps to the back patio and gingerly opened
the back door, walking into the kitchen. Lindsay took off her boots and
motioned for Amber to do the same. They
headed straight for the cutlery drawer. Lindsay and Amber had spent so much
time in this kitchen they knew it like the back of their hands. Amber grabbed a
butcher knife while Lindsay picked up a large serrated bread knife. They hid
the knives behind their backs and crept down the hall to the den. Blue light
from the television emanated into the hallway. Lindsay got to the den first.
She peeked around the doorway and saw Ken fast asleep on the sofa, one leg
hanging off onto the floor. About a dozen empty beer cans littered the coffee
table. Lindsay turned around and gave Amber a nod. They crept into the den and
stood over Ken’s sleeping body. Looming over him, Amber and Lindsay were in
control. It was an entirely new sensation for both of them. Amber stared down at
Ken and raised her knife above his abdomen. With her heart pounding, Lindsay
copied Amber. “On three,” Amber whispered. “One, two, three,” she plunged her
knife deep into Ken’s stomach. Lindsay
With her heart pounding, Lindsay
did the same. “On three,” Amber whispered. “One, two, three,” she plunged the
knife deep into Ken’s stomach. Lindsay shoved her knife into Ken’s ribcage.
Ken’s eyes shot open. He tried to speak, but all he could do was make gurgling
noises. Blood began dribbling from his mouth. Amber and Lindsay looked at each
other in pure disbelief. They couldn’t believe they had just stabbed somebody.
Moreover, they couldn’t believe how great it felt. Amber grabbed her knife from
Ken’s stomach and plunged it into his neck. Lindsay took her knife out and
aimed for Ken’s heart. The knife didn’t go through as easily as it did the
first time, but it felt just as satisfying. Ken’s lifeless body slid onto the
hardwood floor. Amber and Lindsay felt powerful; like Gods. They yanked their
knives from the corpse. The job was done.
Sitting
at her computer desk, Hailey was startled by a knock on her bedroom door.
Reluctantly, she got up from her chair and made her way to the door. She put
her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything. Another knock made her
nearly jump out of her skin. She opened the door a crack.
“It’s
us,” Lindsay whispered through the crack,
“What
the fuck?” Hailey whispered angrily. “What are you doing up here? You were
supposed to text me when you were leaving so I could wake up my mom.” She
opened her door wider, taking in the blood on Amber and Lindsay’s clothing. “Is
it done?”
“It’s
done,” Amber said with a huge grin. “I think you’ll be pleased.” She looked at
Lindsay and winked.
“Okay,
whatever,” Hailey said, exasperated. “Just leave now so I can go get my mom.”
Amber and Lindsay obeyed and Hailey watched them head down the hallway, eyeing
them until they disappeared down the stairs. Hailey started down the hall to
her mom’s room. She knocked on the door and opened it slowly. The room was
pitch black.
“Mom?”
Hailey said. Her mother didn’t answer. “Mom?” she said louder. “I think there’s
someone in the house.” She turned on the light. Hailey’s mother was face down
on the bed, her white linen sheets soaked in dark red blood. “Mom?!” Hailey
screamed, racing toward the bed. She shook her mother’s body frantically but it
was no use. She grabbed her mother’s cellphone from the nightstand and dialed
9-1-1. As she lifted the phone to her ear, an unspeakable pain radiated in her
spine. Amber’s voice came from behind her.
“Sorry,
Hails,” she said, twisting the knife. “We don’t know how to stop.”