Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Fifteen
Alicia sat in her hotel room, reading the morning paper. She was glad that she had saved the money from her last 'job'. She had had enough to stay in this particular hotel for three nights. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was nice enough. She had a third floor room. It had cable television and a nice double bed. Beyond that, she didn't care. She was just grateful for a comfy bed.
She had turned directly to the obituaries. She laughed when she read Rose's piece. No one would ever suspect her of killing Rose. She was getting to be very clever. She didn't feel one bit bad for what she had done. In her mind, Rose had betrayed her a long time ago. If she had just listened to Alicia that day in the hospital, things would have been ok.
" Oh, Rose, why did you make me do such a terrible thing?" she asked, outloud.
As if she heard a response, she snapped her head around and looked to the direction of the door.
" You MADE me do what I did! YOU BETRAYED ME!" she yelled, into thin air.
The invisible person must have went away, because Alicia settled down and flipped through the paper once more.
She was lying on her stomach, her long hair in her face. She flipped it over her shoulder. It was much too long and it needed a style. It had been so long since she had her hair done in a salon. She was always the one to have the best hair, the best clothes and so forth. Prision life hadn't done a thing for her complexion, either, she had noted when looking at herself in the mirror.
On a whim, she got up and threw on a pair of Rose's pants and a t-shirt. She ran to the nearest drugstore and bought a pair of good scissors and a hair dye kit. She also managed to steal a tube of foundation, eyeliner and lipstick.
She returned to the hotel in high spirits. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. She knew now what she was supposed to do to get Maurice to finally see her. She laughed to herself, happy that he would be with her soon. Happy that her son would be calling her "mommy' very soon.
Alicia carefully snipped off inches of her long brown hair. She was doing a really good job, for an amateur. She took her time, creating a style she had seen a few years ago.
She cleaned up the hair from the sink and put it in the garbage. She took the kit and proceeded to dye her hair.
A half an hour later, she was finished. She stepped back from the mirror, turning around to see herself at every angle. She was very pleased. Yes, Maurice would be sure to notice her now.
How could he not, when she had the exact same hair color as his wife?
TBC
Alicia sat in her hotel room, reading the morning paper. She was glad that she had saved the money from her last 'job'. She had had enough to stay in this particular hotel for three nights. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was nice enough. She had a third floor room. It had cable television and a nice double bed. Beyond that, she didn't care. She was just grateful for a comfy bed.
She had turned directly to the obituaries. She laughed when she read Rose's piece. No one would ever suspect her of killing Rose. She was getting to be very clever. She didn't feel one bit bad for what she had done. In her mind, Rose had betrayed her a long time ago. If she had just listened to Alicia that day in the hospital, things would have been ok.
" Oh, Rose, why did you make me do such a terrible thing?" she asked, outloud.
As if she heard a response, she snapped her head around and looked to the direction of the door.
" You MADE me do what I did! YOU BETRAYED ME!" she yelled, into thin air.
The invisible person must have went away, because Alicia settled down and flipped through the paper once more.
She was lying on her stomach, her long hair in her face. She flipped it over her shoulder. It was much too long and it needed a style. It had been so long since she had her hair done in a salon. She was always the one to have the best hair, the best clothes and so forth. Prision life hadn't done a thing for her complexion, either, she had noted when looking at herself in the mirror.
On a whim, she got up and threw on a pair of Rose's pants and a t-shirt. She ran to the nearest drugstore and bought a pair of good scissors and a hair dye kit. She also managed to steal a tube of foundation, eyeliner and lipstick.
She returned to the hotel in high spirits. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. She knew now what she was supposed to do to get Maurice to finally see her. She laughed to herself, happy that he would be with her soon. Happy that her son would be calling her "mommy' very soon.
Alicia carefully snipped off inches of her long brown hair. She was doing a really good job, for an amateur. She took her time, creating a style she had seen a few years ago.
She cleaned up the hair from the sink and put it in the garbage. She took the kit and proceeded to dye her hair.
A half an hour later, she was finished. She stepped back from the mirror, turning around to see herself at every angle. She was very pleased. Yes, Maurice would be sure to notice her now.
How could he not, when she had the exact same hair color as his wife?
TBC