Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Twenty-four
Bosco dropped the ham and condiments on the floor. He was shocked to see her there. But that wasn't what threw him. She had hair the exact same shade as Faith's.
" What the hell?" he said, standing back.
Alicia took a step toward him, a mean smile on her face. " Hello, Maurice. What are you doing home? I thought you were gone with Faith and the children."
She looked gruesome. Her hair color didn't suit her at all, and her face was pale. She hadn't had much sun, even though she had been spending a great deal of time outside.
She had on a pair of jeans that were too long and too big around the waist, and a green jacket that he vaguely recognised, but didn't have time to dwell on. She was wearing a pair of dirty old sneakers with rips all through them.
Her face was done up with lots of eyeliner and her cheeks were bright red, making her look similar to a clown. Her lips were caked with lipstick.
He swallowed nervously as he looked at the 6 inch blade in her hand.
" What do you want, Alicia?" he asked, as calmly as possible. He backed up and into the stove.
" What do I want? I WANT MY SON! YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME! " she screamed, waving the knife around.
Her son? It was like a nightmare come true. She had seen Logan and she thought he was hers. What a friggin psycho! Bosco knew that she was over the edge. She had been out for a couple of weeks and she must likely hadn't had her meds. She was really messed up and angry. Those two made for a lethal combination.
He couldn't help himself, but he had to ask her about the hair. " What'd ya do to your hair?" he said, pointing.
She ran her free hand through her hair. "You like it? I did it for YOU!" she screamed at him.
" For me? Why? I liked your hair the way it was." he said, stalling for time, as he ran his hand along the counter and dipped it into the sink. He was hoping to find a knife in there.
She was really irritated now, but she didn't catch on to what he was doing. " Why? Why? You really ask stupid questions, Maurice!" she said, pacing around the kitchen, while he watched her madness at work.
She flung herself down one of the kitchen chairs, dramatically. " I tried so hard for you! I died my hair so you could finally SEE me. Look at me, Maurice! I am the woman that you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with! I had your child, I bore your son! And it meant nothing to you! You just couldn't see Faith for what she really was! I loved you, Maurice! And now, I see HER walking around and him calling her MOMMY! How could you do that to me?" she yelled at him. She kept right on talking, but he tuned her out. He needed a plan.
What to do? What do you say to a lunatic that will make any sense? Bosco weighed his options. He could rush at her and hope she didn't stick that knife in his stomach, or he could play along with her and then see what happens.
He continued to feel around in the sink for a knife. His hand connected with a handle. He felt around until the cold steel of the carving knife met his hand. He moved slightly, to get a good grip. With that done, he suddenly felt a wave of relief pass through him. It also brought a fresh surge of anger, as well.
" Alicia, you're one sick little girl, you know that?" he said, gripping the knife with all his might.
She shook her head, as if to clear away invisible cobwebs. " What?"
" You are one messed up girl. That little boy you see isn't your's...hear that? Faith and I had TWINS...do you hear me, you sick witch? TWINS! Your CRAZY! Didn't the doctors tell you that? CRAZY!" he taunted, spinning his hand around his head.
" I wouldn't have married you if you were the last woman on earth! You disgust me! You're a pig! You think you had a baby? Your crazy brain made it up! Both those kids are mine and Faith's! Both of them! And I'll tell you something else! You will never so much as get your hands on either one of them! I promise you that". He taunted, some more, hoping she would crack.
Her whole face went white. " YOU"RE LYING!" she screamed, at him, lunging forward. " I'll be back! I'll take him if it's the last thing I ever.....".
In a flash, Bosco brought the knife out of the sink and plunged it deep into Alicia's stomach. He pulled it out and rammed it back in again. He had to make sure she was dead. He couldn't risk her coming back again.
" Like I said. You'll never get your hands on my kids, you sick witch! Go back to hell and stay there!" he screamed in her face.
The knife she held had fallen to the ground during their struggle. Alicia grabbed both of Bosco's arms as she felt the cold steel penetrate into her abdomen. She gurgled and gasped and fell to the floor in a heap. Her eyes were open, staring at him. She was dead. It was finally over.
Bosco broke down in tears. The emotional strain of the evening's events had totally wiped him. He felt like he was going to pass out. It wasn't every day that you killed a crazy girl in your kitchen.
He wiped the blood off his hands onto his jeans. Her blood was all over the kitchen floor and was starting to make a big puddle. He grabbed the cordless and dialled the precinct. A team was on it's way. It was almost over. He couldn't wait to get her body out of his kitchen. They were gonna have to move again. Frig it. They'd move ten times over if they had to. Alicia was dead. That was all that mattered.
Tomorrow was a new day. The first day of the rest of their lives, without having to worry about Alicia. He took a deep breath, knowing that he had done the right thing.
Alicia's revenge had been the strengthening branch on their tree of life. In her death, she had given them all a new beginning. And they were gonna take it.
The End
Epilogue to follow.
And possible 3rd story, depending on reviews.
Bosco dropped the ham and condiments on the floor. He was shocked to see her there. But that wasn't what threw him. She had hair the exact same shade as Faith's.
" What the hell?" he said, standing back.
Alicia took a step toward him, a mean smile on her face. " Hello, Maurice. What are you doing home? I thought you were gone with Faith and the children."
She looked gruesome. Her hair color didn't suit her at all, and her face was pale. She hadn't had much sun, even though she had been spending a great deal of time outside.
She had on a pair of jeans that were too long and too big around the waist, and a green jacket that he vaguely recognised, but didn't have time to dwell on. She was wearing a pair of dirty old sneakers with rips all through them.
Her face was done up with lots of eyeliner and her cheeks were bright red, making her look similar to a clown. Her lips were caked with lipstick.
He swallowed nervously as he looked at the 6 inch blade in her hand.
" What do you want, Alicia?" he asked, as calmly as possible. He backed up and into the stove.
" What do I want? I WANT MY SON! YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME! " she screamed, waving the knife around.
Her son? It was like a nightmare come true. She had seen Logan and she thought he was hers. What a friggin psycho! Bosco knew that she was over the edge. She had been out for a couple of weeks and she must likely hadn't had her meds. She was really messed up and angry. Those two made for a lethal combination.
He couldn't help himself, but he had to ask her about the hair. " What'd ya do to your hair?" he said, pointing.
She ran her free hand through her hair. "You like it? I did it for YOU!" she screamed at him.
" For me? Why? I liked your hair the way it was." he said, stalling for time, as he ran his hand along the counter and dipped it into the sink. He was hoping to find a knife in there.
She was really irritated now, but she didn't catch on to what he was doing. " Why? Why? You really ask stupid questions, Maurice!" she said, pacing around the kitchen, while he watched her madness at work.
She flung herself down one of the kitchen chairs, dramatically. " I tried so hard for you! I died my hair so you could finally SEE me. Look at me, Maurice! I am the woman that you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with! I had your child, I bore your son! And it meant nothing to you! You just couldn't see Faith for what she really was! I loved you, Maurice! And now, I see HER walking around and him calling her MOMMY! How could you do that to me?" she yelled at him. She kept right on talking, but he tuned her out. He needed a plan.
What to do? What do you say to a lunatic that will make any sense? Bosco weighed his options. He could rush at her and hope she didn't stick that knife in his stomach, or he could play along with her and then see what happens.
He continued to feel around in the sink for a knife. His hand connected with a handle. He felt around until the cold steel of the carving knife met his hand. He moved slightly, to get a good grip. With that done, he suddenly felt a wave of relief pass through him. It also brought a fresh surge of anger, as well.
" Alicia, you're one sick little girl, you know that?" he said, gripping the knife with all his might.
She shook her head, as if to clear away invisible cobwebs. " What?"
" You are one messed up girl. That little boy you see isn't your's...hear that? Faith and I had TWINS...do you hear me, you sick witch? TWINS! Your CRAZY! Didn't the doctors tell you that? CRAZY!" he taunted, spinning his hand around his head.
" I wouldn't have married you if you were the last woman on earth! You disgust me! You're a pig! You think you had a baby? Your crazy brain made it up! Both those kids are mine and Faith's! Both of them! And I'll tell you something else! You will never so much as get your hands on either one of them! I promise you that". He taunted, some more, hoping she would crack.
Her whole face went white. " YOU"RE LYING!" she screamed, at him, lunging forward. " I'll be back! I'll take him if it's the last thing I ever.....".
In a flash, Bosco brought the knife out of the sink and plunged it deep into Alicia's stomach. He pulled it out and rammed it back in again. He had to make sure she was dead. He couldn't risk her coming back again.
" Like I said. You'll never get your hands on my kids, you sick witch! Go back to hell and stay there!" he screamed in her face.
The knife she held had fallen to the ground during their struggle. Alicia grabbed both of Bosco's arms as she felt the cold steel penetrate into her abdomen. She gurgled and gasped and fell to the floor in a heap. Her eyes were open, staring at him. She was dead. It was finally over.
Bosco broke down in tears. The emotional strain of the evening's events had totally wiped him. He felt like he was going to pass out. It wasn't every day that you killed a crazy girl in your kitchen.
He wiped the blood off his hands onto his jeans. Her blood was all over the kitchen floor and was starting to make a big puddle. He grabbed the cordless and dialled the precinct. A team was on it's way. It was almost over. He couldn't wait to get her body out of his kitchen. They were gonna have to move again. Frig it. They'd move ten times over if they had to. Alicia was dead. That was all that mattered.
Tomorrow was a new day. The first day of the rest of their lives, without having to worry about Alicia. He took a deep breath, knowing that he had done the right thing.
Alicia's revenge had been the strengthening branch on their tree of life. In her death, she had given them all a new beginning. And they were gonna take it.
The End
Epilogue to follow.
And possible 3rd story, depending on reviews.