Heide Clonees sat down the sub sandwich carefully, not to spill
out any of the toppings. Heide had always been a spoiled girl. She was nit-
picky, as well. All she ever wanted on her subs were pepperoni, cheese, and
bacon (the whole sub being warmed up with the bacon.)
She took a seat in the wooden chair which was provided for her. That's all she got, being in such 'unimportant job', as her sister put it. She hated her sister. She always did. But of course, she didn't hate her as much as she did Julie James....
As she peeled open the wrapper labeled 'Subway', which clung tightly to the sub, she heard the telephone ring. She blinked, her sandwich in mid-air, then set it down. She got up, setting down her only lunch, and walked across the small room, which could've passed as a closet, grabbing the receiver off it's hook, which clung to the wall.
"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver, annoyed.
A deep voice came from the other line. "Is this the office of Heide Ann Clonees?"
"Why, yes, it is." She smiled, leaning back against the wall. "Todd?"
"I do not go by the name of Todd. I go by the name of Benjamin Willis. You may call me Ben, if you'd like."
"Well, Benjamin Willis, how many I help you?" The woman asked, twirling the phone receiver's line around her index finger of her left hand.
"Do you know a Julie James?"
"I know a Julie Bronson.. Julie JAMES Bronson. Yes... Why?" She blinked.
"Could you tell me her working hours, so maybe I could visit her sometime?"
--
"He---------------------ere's Mikey!" Michael Guannis walked into the room, sitting down in the leather chair. "Michael, how many times have we gone through this? No yelling in this office." Julie gave him a stern look. "S--.. Suh-suh-sorry, Julie. I didn't muh-muh-mean to make you auh-auh-angry."
"That's okay, Michael.... Now, how come you weren't at our last meeting?" She asked, her brow curving.
"Well.. I.. Well.. I was.. Well you see..." He stuttered, then stopped all together, holding up his wrists. They were slit. They were cut deep.
"Michael..." Julie paused. "I thought you stopped doing that after our first two sessions."
"Sorry.. I just needed to do it.." Michael looked down.
"Why, Michael? Why did you have to do it?" She asked, wanting an answer.
"It feels good. It feels better than anything else. You know?" Michael looked poutily at Julie Bronson. "I'm sorry that I got you muh-muh-muh-mad." Julie sighed, sitting back. "Like I said, 'That's okay.'" The man with the tightly curled brown hair, and silky black eyes looked at her. "Ruh-ruh-ruh-really?"
"Yes. Of course." Julie smiled slightly.
--
"Hmph.." Raymond blinked, plopping down on the couch. "She's not home yet.." He looked over at the clock. She was suppose to be home half an hour ago. Ray Bronson grabbed the phone, dialed, waited. "Hello? Hycinth here. For five dolla-, I treat you real good."
"Who the he..?"
"I take you to Sporting Good store and buy some ping-pong balls. I keep you up all night long, boy."
Ray hung up.
"Jesus.."
--
"Again, Silvia?" Julie asked.
"Yeah.. Again." Silvia crossed her arms across her chest. "Overdoses won't help you any, Silvia. You've got to stop it," Julie pleaded. "I'm not giving you any more medication." Silvia made a smile. "I have aspirin at home, Julie."
"Silvia... Please." Julie looked over at her. "I'm going to trust you, Silv... Now, I've got to go... Please, Silvia.. Don't." Julie got up, setting down her pad and pencil. She walked Silvia to her office door, grabbing a light coat that was hanging on a hanger. She slipped on the coat and shut off the light. Closing the door after herself as she left.
Silvia headed for the stairs.
"Rebecca, close up for me. 'Kay?" Julie sat a pair of keys on Rebecca's desk, and headed towards the elevator. "It doesn't work," Silvia said, heading down the stairs. "Oh, well." Julie pressed a green button and the elevator popped open, squeaking and grinding. "You have to get someone to fix this." Julie stepped in, waited forever for the door to close, and headed down.
Silvia got to the last flight of stairs, and, not watching where she was going, bumped into a man across from her. She looked over and saw a man. He smiled grimly. "What the hell are you doing? That office just closed. You can't go up there." Silvia pushed the guy.
Ben Willis groaned. "You shouldn'tve done that, dear."
As Silvia watched in terror, Benjamin Willis revealed his hook. "What the--" Ben swung it at her. She screamed and dodged the hook. It cut across her leather jacket. She fell three steps to the cemented floor. "Ugh!"
He walked down the steps and raised his hook. Silvia groaned.
--
Julie tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator moved slowly. Down, down, down, stop, crunch, down down, down, stop, crunch. "Ergghh!" She smacked the key panel and suddenly the elevator sped up. "Good.." Julie smiled.
--
He smacked her across the face with the hook. Silvia clutched her head in pain, and crawled towards the door. He kicked her in the stomach, she keeled over. "Noo.." She moaned, clutching at her eyes as blood flowed into them, making her blind.
"Juh-Juliee!"
--
The elevator came to a halt. "Damnit!" Julie screamed, smacking at the door.
--
"Ah," Ben Willis admired his work as the girl clutched at her eyes, trying to get the blood away from them. "Noo.." Silvia wailed her feet towards him to keep him away. He smiled and walked over to her, raised his hook, and struck her in the upper chest. She let out a dying sigh.
--
The elevator door opened. Julie smiled, wiping away the sweat that had formed on her forehead. The idea of Ben Willis, and the stupid elevator, were really getting to her. She straightened herself out, then turned and headed for the door.
If she would've looked at the cemented floor, he would've been able to see blood, and if she would've been fifteen seconds sooner, she would've seen a dark figure carry away Silvia Waters' corpse.
I'll Never Forget What You Did Last Summer.
She took a seat in the wooden chair which was provided for her. That's all she got, being in such 'unimportant job', as her sister put it. She hated her sister. She always did. But of course, she didn't hate her as much as she did Julie James....
As she peeled open the wrapper labeled 'Subway', which clung tightly to the sub, she heard the telephone ring. She blinked, her sandwich in mid-air, then set it down. She got up, setting down her only lunch, and walked across the small room, which could've passed as a closet, grabbing the receiver off it's hook, which clung to the wall.
"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver, annoyed.
A deep voice came from the other line. "Is this the office of Heide Ann Clonees?"
"Why, yes, it is." She smiled, leaning back against the wall. "Todd?"
"I do not go by the name of Todd. I go by the name of Benjamin Willis. You may call me Ben, if you'd like."
"Well, Benjamin Willis, how many I help you?" The woman asked, twirling the phone receiver's line around her index finger of her left hand.
"Do you know a Julie James?"
"I know a Julie Bronson.. Julie JAMES Bronson. Yes... Why?" She blinked.
"Could you tell me her working hours, so maybe I could visit her sometime?"
--
"He---------------------ere's Mikey!" Michael Guannis walked into the room, sitting down in the leather chair. "Michael, how many times have we gone through this? No yelling in this office." Julie gave him a stern look. "S--.. Suh-suh-sorry, Julie. I didn't muh-muh-mean to make you auh-auh-angry."
"That's okay, Michael.... Now, how come you weren't at our last meeting?" She asked, her brow curving.
"Well.. I.. Well.. I was.. Well you see..." He stuttered, then stopped all together, holding up his wrists. They were slit. They were cut deep.
"Michael..." Julie paused. "I thought you stopped doing that after our first two sessions."
"Sorry.. I just needed to do it.." Michael looked down.
"Why, Michael? Why did you have to do it?" She asked, wanting an answer.
"It feels good. It feels better than anything else. You know?" Michael looked poutily at Julie Bronson. "I'm sorry that I got you muh-muh-muh-mad." Julie sighed, sitting back. "Like I said, 'That's okay.'" The man with the tightly curled brown hair, and silky black eyes looked at her. "Ruh-ruh-ruh-really?"
"Yes. Of course." Julie smiled slightly.
--
"Hmph.." Raymond blinked, plopping down on the couch. "She's not home yet.." He looked over at the clock. She was suppose to be home half an hour ago. Ray Bronson grabbed the phone, dialed, waited. "Hello? Hycinth here. For five dolla-, I treat you real good."
"Who the he..?"
"I take you to Sporting Good store and buy some ping-pong balls. I keep you up all night long, boy."
Ray hung up.
"Jesus.."
--
"Again, Silvia?" Julie asked.
"Yeah.. Again." Silvia crossed her arms across her chest. "Overdoses won't help you any, Silvia. You've got to stop it," Julie pleaded. "I'm not giving you any more medication." Silvia made a smile. "I have aspirin at home, Julie."
"Silvia... Please." Julie looked over at her. "I'm going to trust you, Silv... Now, I've got to go... Please, Silvia.. Don't." Julie got up, setting down her pad and pencil. She walked Silvia to her office door, grabbing a light coat that was hanging on a hanger. She slipped on the coat and shut off the light. Closing the door after herself as she left.
Silvia headed for the stairs.
"Rebecca, close up for me. 'Kay?" Julie sat a pair of keys on Rebecca's desk, and headed towards the elevator. "It doesn't work," Silvia said, heading down the stairs. "Oh, well." Julie pressed a green button and the elevator popped open, squeaking and grinding. "You have to get someone to fix this." Julie stepped in, waited forever for the door to close, and headed down.
Silvia got to the last flight of stairs, and, not watching where she was going, bumped into a man across from her. She looked over and saw a man. He smiled grimly. "What the hell are you doing? That office just closed. You can't go up there." Silvia pushed the guy.
Ben Willis groaned. "You shouldn'tve done that, dear."
As Silvia watched in terror, Benjamin Willis revealed his hook. "What the--" Ben swung it at her. She screamed and dodged the hook. It cut across her leather jacket. She fell three steps to the cemented floor. "Ugh!"
He walked down the steps and raised his hook. Silvia groaned.
--
Julie tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator moved slowly. Down, down, down, stop, crunch, down down, down, stop, crunch. "Ergghh!" She smacked the key panel and suddenly the elevator sped up. "Good.." Julie smiled.
--
He smacked her across the face with the hook. Silvia clutched her head in pain, and crawled towards the door. He kicked her in the stomach, she keeled over. "Noo.." She moaned, clutching at her eyes as blood flowed into them, making her blind.
"Juh-Juliee!"
--
The elevator came to a halt. "Damnit!" Julie screamed, smacking at the door.
--
"Ah," Ben Willis admired his work as the girl clutched at her eyes, trying to get the blood away from them. "Noo.." Silvia wailed her feet towards him to keep him away. He smiled and walked over to her, raised his hook, and struck her in the upper chest. She let out a dying sigh.
--
The elevator door opened. Julie smiled, wiping away the sweat that had formed on her forehead. The idea of Ben Willis, and the stupid elevator, were really getting to her. She straightened herself out, then turned and headed for the door.
If she would've looked at the cemented floor, he would've been able to see blood, and if she would've been fifteen seconds sooner, she would've seen a dark figure carry away Silvia Waters' corpse.
I'll Never Forget What You Did Last Summer.