It was a full week after Rachel arrived at the house. It was the beginning of September when Rachel was home alone with me, Jackie, and Ryan. It was a Sunday and Sarah was at the dentist with Blake and Gabby, Kelly, and Annie were at a friend's house. I avoided Rachel as best as I could, I plotted on how I was going to dispose of her. I wanted her death to be painful and agonizing. Rachel paid me no mind. She was constantly around Ryan. I could see on Ryan's face that he was uncomfortable by Rachel's seductive nature.
I sat in the room I shared with Jackie. My original bedroom was now Rachel's. Jackie was practicing for her play. She's a talented girl, I'll admit. Her singing voice is quite lovely. I listened to this young girl's soprano voice as she sang. Jackie rehearsed her playscript over and over again.
I decided to take a break from watching the girl and headed into the bathroom to take a warm bath. I placed my makeup products and other items in my bookbag and placed it on the bathroom counter.
I closed the door and then I heard Rachel's voice emerging from her bedroom. "Ryan!" She cried out. Without thought, I opened the bathroom door a slight crack. I looked through the crack to see Ryan approaching Rachel in the hallway. They were feets away from the bathroom, but neither of them seemed to notice me. Ryan's back is to me, but I could see from his body language he was not comfortable.
Rachel's expression was bubbly and ditzy. "Ryan, come on. You know you want me." With that, Rachel wrapped her arms around Ryan like an octopus, she pressed her body up against Ryan and giggled. Her voice became seductive and sultry. "Ryan, you loved my photos, you're not dumb. You want me." Her eyes were dancing with lust.
Ryan struggled to get away from Rachel. "Please get off of me!" He cried. Ryan managed to slip away, his tone was stern and direct. "Rachel, no. I'm married to Sarah." Ryan backed away.
Rachel is not deterred. "Ryan, Sarah will never know. I won't tell her." She promised.
Ryan groaned in annoyance. "No." He objected. Then he turned around and walked away from Rachel. Rachel still didn't notice me. She was still smiling like an idiot.
I was proud of Ryan for rejecting this whore's advances. Rachel was not a ugly woman. She was young and vivacious. She had no children and was single. I has watched this woman from afar for several days, I remembered how the very next day, she arrived in the house, she was walking briskly around the house in very revealing clothing when Sarah and the children were not home. I was, Sarah wanted to take me and the girls to a movie, but I declined to be with Ryan. Rachel had her red hair tied into a perky ponytail, her eyes gleamed with happiness, the shirt she wore showed her cleavage and she wore skimpy shorts. She looked like a teenage girl in high school.
Ryan was in the living room with me, me and him were watching a comedy movie as we sat on the couch. Before Rachel came in, I was in a deep state of bliss and warmth. I wasn't even paying attention to the film, I lost interest in it very quickly. I only focused on Ryan. I laid my head on Ryan's warm chest, he put a kind arm over me and we just both sat there and watched. It was a nice, tranquil moment for me. Then Rachel barged in with her promiscuous attire. She stood in front of the TV and smiled cheerfully. Ryan's eyes widened with shock. "Rachel...what...why are you..." His voice trailed off. I wanted to lash out at this piece of trash! I glared at her coldly.
"Daddy and I were watching a movie." I exclaimed upset.
Rachel gave me a sweet look. "I'm sorry, Mercy, but me and Daddy need to talk. So go upstairs and be a good girl, kay?" She ordered me like a dog.
Ryan began to lose his patience. "Rachel, please, stop! Not in front of Mercy! Come on, you know better than this!" Ryan ranted. Ryan glanced at me. "Go upstairs, honey. Daddy needs to talk to your Mother's friend." On one hand, I did admire his compassion towards him. He didn't want his innocent "daughter" to be exposed to a whore like Rachel, but I hated that Rachel ruined our peaceful moment together. I obeyed Ryan and Rachel and Ryan had many long winded screaming matches after I left. My entire day was ruined.
Ryan is a man I yearn for. A loyal, loving, and doting man that would cherish and love me to the day I die. That's all I ever wanted.
I nonchalantly closed the bathroom door. "That whore needs to die soon." I said in Hungarian.
I got into my bathwater, it was soothing and hot. I relaxed in the bathtub with my thoughts running through my mind. I could hear Rachel going downstairs, talking and chattering to someone on her cell phone. I heard Jackie's beautiful singing voice through the thin walls. I don't think the girl witness the event that just happened.
The house is quiet when I get out of the bathtub. I do my makeup and my regular "Mercy" routine. I turned the doorknob and opened the door. Within that moment, the silence of the house is broken by Rachel's sudden shouting.
"RYAN, LISTEN TO ME!" She cried out. I walked out of the bathroom in my fresh clothes and I followed the commotion. I made my way to the staircase, Ryan and Rachel were in the living room, bickering.
Ryan was visibly annoyed and uncomfortable. "Rachel, please…" He said. I rolled my eyes at my man's henpecked nature. GROW A FUCKING SPINE! I wanted to scream out.
"Ryan," Rachel came closer to Ryan, so close she could kiss him. Rachel put her hands on his shoulders. "Ryan, just don't tell Sarah." Ryan attempted to squirm away from Rachel.
"No, Rachel." He protested.
Rachel did not get the message. I gasped sharply when Rachel planted a forceful kiss onto Ryan's lips. The kiss did not last long, Ryan pushed Rachel away, he pushed her so hard she fell to the floor.
Rachel looked astonished. "Ryan!" She cried out.
"Oh my God…." I turned around to see Jackie right behind me. Her eyes were full of tears, her face was contorted with disgust and shock.
"DAD!" Jackie called out. The look on Ryan's face spoke a thousand words. The man looked up at me and Jackie with horror and astonishment in his eyes.
"Jacqueline! Mercy! NO! NO!" Ryan wailed. I glared at Rachel with hatred. This homewrecker is going to suffer!
"DAD! WHY? WHY?" Jackie bursted into tears. She sobbed heavily. I almost felt sorry for the young girl. I have no idea how much she seen. But I assume she didn't see much considering how she is solely blaming her Father.
"Jackie, please..listen to me." Ryan made his way to the stairs.
"DAD, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? WHY?" Jackie sniveled.
I decided to play up the card. Considering the situation, I didn't want to look out of place. I pretended to be sad and cry myself. "Daddy, what is happening? Why were you kissing Rachel?" I wept.
Ryan looked like he wanted to disappear at that moment. Ryan ran up to the stairs and to me. He embraced me tightly.
"Mercy, no….no...Daddy loves Mommy…." He whispered.
I cried some more. I felt pity for this man. Ryan was such a kindred spirit. He did love Sarah and he is obviously faithful. Hopefully he will be the same for me. Hopefully I will be able to break that bond between this couple, so I could take Ryan for myself.
Ryan released me and comforted a hysterical Jackie. "Jackie, please, listen to me. Rachel kissed me. I am not cheating on your Mother. I would NEVER cheat on Mom!" His voice was sincere and passionate.
Jackie looked at her Father, she sobbed softly. She didn't say anything.
"RYAN!" Rachel hollered. I watched Rachel pick herself up and stormed towards the stairs. I glanced at Ryan, a flash of anger appeared on his face. He raised his voice. "NO! RACHEL, LEAVE THIS HOUSE! NOW!" He barked. Rachel stopped in her tracks at the intensity of his voice.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and stood there for a moment. She looked at me and Jackie with a odd look in her eyes. Her face suddenly softened. "Ryan, I….I…" Her eyes became glassy and her voice pitiful. "I am so sorry, I didn't know the girls were watching us…..Ryan...I am so sorry." She pleaded.
Ryan is not sympathetic. I wanted to laugh at this homewrecker's crocodile tears. I could tell she was struggling to make herself truly cry. I mastered that skill years ago!
"GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!" Ryan lost his temper. I actually became wet at the tone of his voice. Just his passionate intensity of his voice made my heart swoon. I can't wait until this man is mine. I made myself cry harder. Rachel backed away, she silently exited the house with wide eyes.
Ryan exhaled heavily. I felt so much pity for this man. He was exhausted I could tell. Drained emotionally from Rachel's antics.
I wiped a tear from my eyes. "Daddy, why was Rachel kissing you?"
Ryan looked at me with worried eyes. "Mercy, just remember Daddy loves Mommy." He said. Ryan turned his attention to Jackie. "Jackie, take Mercy to her room and….relax." Ryan ordered. I wanted to cuss out of frustration. This was one of the disadvantages of being "Mercy," since I look like a little girl, I am going to be treated like a little girl.
I held my tongue as Jackie grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the bedroom. I climbed up to my bunk and Jackie closed the door.
"I can't believe this!" She said tearfully. "I mean...just why?"
I sniffled. "I hope Mommy doesn't find out." This made Jackie sob harder.
"I just can't believe this just happened! Rachel is Mom's best friend! How could she do this?" Jackie vented through her sobs.
Because she is a whore and a back stabber. Is what I wanted to say. But since no eight year old girl talks like that, I said. "She probably doesn't like Mommy at all. I hope Daddy is okay, he looked super tired."
Jackie wiped her tears. "He's just tired, Mercy. He's fine. Everything is going to be fine. I promise." With that, Jackie came up to me and embraced me warmly. "Everything is going to be fine.." Jackie murmured to herself. It was obvious that Jackie was saying this to herself, more than me. I did feel slight pity for this young girl. She clearly never experienced an event like this before. She was confused and scared of the future. I sat on the bunk quietly and thought to myself. Imagining how exactly I was going to dispose of Rachel. I needed to be alone. I need a perfect weapon. I need to have a thorough plan. But as I plotted, another idea popped into my head.
"I need to go and take a shower." I said.
Jackie nodded her head, she was lying on her bunk bed, still softly weeping.
I climbed down and hurried out of the room. "Please, tell me she left it!" I whispered to myself. I rushed downstairs and to my luck, I saw it. Rachel left her cell phone in the living room. Ironically in the same place, I got it before. Rachel must have forgot about it. I was all alone in the living room, I could still hear Jackie's soft weeping. I saw no sign of Ryan.
I clicked the screen and was relieved to see the phone did not have a lock system. I immediately go into the messanges. Rachel was still posing for nude pictures of herself. At least ten to be exact. I read her messages to Ryan. They were all lewd and seductive. Then I saw Sarah's contact and smiled evilly. I pressed my finger onto one of the nude photos and sent it to the Gallery. I went to Sarah's contact and I prepared her an attachment message with the photo. I was deep in thought. I thought of the most traitorous words I could think of. Rachel was obviously a backstabber to Sarah. She came to her friend's house to mess around with her husband. I do not care much for Sarah to be honest, but I know a thing about being used and betrayed.
Finally I came up with the right words.
Ryan, I hope you like this! Don't tell Sarah, kay. Then I pressed "send."
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I imagined Sarah's face when she read this. Hopefully this will cause a rift between the couple. I must find a way to break these two up. I felt proud of myself.
Rachel returned to the house, fifteen minutes after she left. "Oh, hello, Mercy." She greeted me cheerfully. I walked up to this woman, trying my best to not spit in this chick's face. "Hello, Rachel."
Under my mask of happiness was unbridled rage. I saw images of her kissing my Ryan in my mind.
Rachel bent down to me. I could smell the scent of tobacco on this woman. "Mercy, sweetie. Me and your Daddy was just playing." Rachel told me.
I nearly rolled my eyes. Rachel kept talking to me. "Don't tell Mommy, okay? Mommy will not be happy with me if you do." She begged me.
I simply nodded. "Yes, Rachel." I said politely. Rachel looked pleased and I walked away from this whore with disgust in my soul. I hurried into the kitchen and gazed at the knives. I heard the TV turn on in the living room. I decided the best way to conceal my weapon would be my brand new Winter coat. Today this homewrecker was gonna die!
I went upstairs into the bedroom and saw no sign of Jackie. I grabbed my coat out of the closet and I also grabbed a extra dress of mine and folded it neatly. I swiftly put on my coat. Every minute counted, I was barely thinking as I hurried downstairs and out the backdoor. It was a chilly afternoon, I shivered even in my thick coat. I ran into the forest that surrounded the house. I ran at least a good ten feets away from the house and placed my clothes on the ground. Then I ran as fast as I could back into the house. I stopped for a quick second for a break to breath. I glanced at Rachel. She paid me no attention at all, she was engrossed in whatever she was watching on TV. I never heard Jackie's weeping. I hurried into the kitchen and concealed a kitchen knife into my coat.
"Rachel." I made my way to her. Rachel's attention was seized. She looked at me perplexed by my outfit. "Why are you wearing a coat inside?" She asked me.
"I'm going outside." I excused. "Daddy is outside, he wants to talk to you." I added.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. I saw the interest in her eyes. Then a flash of skepticism appeared on her face. "Why? And why is Ryan telling you to get me?" She demanded.
"Daddy is worried Mommy will come back. He wants to make sure he talks to you alone." I lied. Rachel looked at me for a long time. Then she got up from the couch. She picked up her cell phone and put it into her pant pocket. "Fine." Rachel said softly. I smiled ear to ear.
"Let me get my jacket first." Rachel said, strolling over to the nearby coat rack and grabbing her purple jacket. She put it on and I hurried to the backdoor. I watched impatiently as this woman struggled to zip up her jacket. "Hurry!" I fumed.
"Do not rush me!" Rachel scolded sharply. I rolled my eyes and I became quiet. I waited for the woman to finally come to me. I opened the door and I walked out of the house with Rachel behind me. I was in disbelief that my plan actually worked. I was simply winging it when I said Ryan was outside. I chuckled under my breath at this woman's naivety. A chilly wind made me tremble.
"Ryan is out here?" Rachel questioned me as I led her into the thick forest. Rachel crossed her arms as she shivered from the coldness. Her red hair danced in the wind.
"Yes. Daddy wanted to be far, far, far away from the house." I lied. Rachel said something incoherent under her breath. Once we are far enough in the forest, I pointed a stiff finger into the distance.
"Mercy, we are deep in the woods." Rachel complained. "Where is your Daddy?" She sounded frustrated.
"Over there, Rachel." I said bluntly. I was still pointing. Rachel appeared hesitant, confusion and doubt filled her expression. I could sense how uncomfortable she felt at this moment. I loved it! Rachel took slow steps into my direction, when the woman's back is to me, I pulled out my knife. I smiled evilly, I felt the adrenaline pumping inside of me. My heart was pounding a mile a minute.
"Mercy...I don't think your Dad…" I cut her off.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!" I plunged the knife into the woman's back with great force. Rachel released a blood curdling scream that hurt my ears. Rachel fell to her knees, I yanked out the knife and stabbed her again in the same place. A harsh, shrill scream escaped her. I didn't stop, within seconds, I was stabbing Rachel ruthlessly. I stabbed her in her legs, her arms, stomach, and chest. Blood splattered on my face and clothes. Rachel was squirming and wiggling like a helpless animal, screaming and wailing in agony. I relished at the helplessness of Rachel. As I stabbed her, memories of Rachel kissing Ryan zoomed through my mind. I thought of Rachel in her skimpy outfit, flirting with Ryan. All of those thoughts filled with me with fury and rage to the brim. The more I stabbed, the more savage I became.
Rachel was a fighter, though. She was a scrapper, I was able to dodge several kicks from her. At one point, I suddenly felt Rachel's foot impact my stomach, knocking me off balance. I fell on my butt and my knife fell to my feet, stopping my attack. Rachel was unable to stand up, she laid on her back, her own blood surrounded her. Rachel weakly rolled onto her back. Her clothes and body was soaked with blood. Despite her multiple stabbing wounds, Rachel was still alive, Rachel was pale as snow, she was using all of her strength not to slip into unconsciousness. Rachel's glassy eyes flicked to me. "Stay away from me." She muttered frightened. She was taking in labored breaths, she was struggling to contain air.
I picked myself up and stood over her helpless frame. Her eyes widened with terror. I relished all of this! I smiled brightly. "What's wrong, Rachel? You don't look good.." I mocked her in a lighthearted voice.
I brandished the bloody knife in her face. I chuckled when she flinched. "You should have stayed away from MY Ryan, bitch! You think you can come here in my territory and do shit like that! NOPE!" I growled. I placed the tip for the knife onto Rachel's left cheek. I slowly began to dig the knife into her skin and I went down to her chin, printing a fresh red line on her face. A small shriek of agony escaped her throat. Then I stepped away from her. "Rachel, let's play a game. Tag. You move to get away from me and I chase you." I smiled brightly and watched her.
"Mercy...no….please…." She whimpered. Perhaps Rachel was too scared to think, but she mindlessly accepted my challenge and she attempted to feebly crawl away from me. Out of spite, I walked very slowly like a snail, so I could give her the false satisfaction of her winning the "game." I giggled at how pathetic she looked. Rachel made it a few inches and became limp. She was still alive, barely breathing. I walked up to her with a evil smile. I put my hand on her arm and laughed maliciously. "I win!"
I plunged the knife into her chest with all of my strength. Rachel screamed in agony. Blood rose out of Rachel's mouth. I stood over her with a grin, I was up to the brim with adrenaline. I felt so powerful at this moment. I gazed at my victim an relished her misery and terror.
"Oh, Rachel, Sarah was your best friend and this is how you treat her. You knew her from kindergarten and she loved you like a sister. And you repay her by coming here to fuck her husband." I taunted. Rachel began to sob hysterically.
Then I decided to finish it. I raised my knife, Rachel's eyes bulged. "NO! NO!" Was all she could shriek out. I jammed the knife into her neck repeatedly. After the ninth knife stab, I knew she was dead. I gazed at Rachel's lifeless body in triumph.
I was drenched in blood. My clothes, my hair, my face. I resourcefully used the inside of my coat to wrap the blood off of my face. I rubbed the insides of my coat onto my creamy hair until I looked presentable. I hurried away from Rachel's body and searched for the fresh clothes I was left nearby.
I found them quickly. I stripped completely naked, I slammed my clothes on the ground. I swiftly slipped into my new dress, a light yellow frilly dress with shoes to match. I looked at my blood soaked clothes. I wanted to burn them, but I had no matches. I piled up the bloody clothes in my arms and placed the knife into the bloody coat. I rushed into the house with great speed. I was fortune, the house was still silent. Jackie was in her room, probably thinking about what she witnessed and Ryan was probably somewhere in the house. I was still paranoid, I was afraid that Sarah or someone would pop out of nowhere and would spot me. I hurried into the laundry room in the basement. I opened the washer and jammed my blood soaked clothes and shoes into the washer. I made sure to pour bleach into the washer. Then I turned it on and hurried to deal with the murder weapon.
Cleaning the knife was simple. I basically washed it with soap and water. I dried it with a towel and placed it where I previously found it. I felt so much pride and glory. Rachel deserved what happened to her! Now Ryan was safe. I remembered what I did before, texting Sarah that lewd photo. I never heard Sarah call or text Rachel, now Rachel will never be able to reply back to Sarah or anyone.
"Mercy." Ryan emerged out of one of the downstair bathroom. He approached me. "Mercy, Mommy is going to come home very, very soon." I could hear the panic in this man's voice. He obviously feared his wife's reaction.
"Daddy, don't worry. I will not tell Mommy, I promise." I reassured him. I embraced Ryan and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Daddy." I whispered.
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