7. A Murder
Imogen arrived at the Dawsons apartment. It was in a suave building and had three bedrooms plus a living room, kitchen and dining room. Imogen rapped hard on the door and Lizzy answered it.
"Are only you home?" Imogen asked. She thought she had better make sure Jonah wasn't here first.
"No it's only me." Lizzy replied. At that, Imogen barged into the house and didn't hesitate before going ballistic.
"You evil, heartless, cold bitch!" She cried. "What are you thinking?! How dare you go bed-hopping with my husband!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lizzy said solemnly.
"Oh don't you?! Because I do! I know about the plan to run off with him to Miami!" She yelled.
"Did he tell you?" Lizzy said giving up with the denial.
"No. The God Damn son of a bitch did not tell me! Why?!"
"It was meant to be a secret..." Lizzy trailed off as Imogen pushed her hard into the kitchen. Lizzy stumbled back into the the counter. "You're crazy!" She yelled.
"I'm crazy?! You're crazy you- you witch!" Imogen retorted. "Don't even bother trying to argue with me!"
Lizzy opened her mouth to say something but Imogen hit her hard in the face sending Lizzy to the floor. A very audible thud could be heard as Her head connected with her floor. Blood spilled out everywhere and Lizzy didn't move.
Imogen dropped to her knees and bent over Lizzy. She was dead already. That one slap and she had killed her. Imogen began to sob. She stayed sobbing for about 10 minutes, mourning the life she had just took. Eventually the clouds of remorse subsided and Imogen could think clearly again. She picked the body up and dragged it down the hall towards a small cupboard. She opened it up and found a black, thick bag which she used to bag the body. She picked the body bag up and flung it in the cupboard as if it contained pieces of rubbish, not a person. It clinked and clunked and it tumbled down the back of a washing bin until it was out of sight.
Imogen then turned to return the kitchen and washed her blood stained clothes and hands before she returned home. However, as soon as she turned the water on an urgent knocking on the door arose. Imogen rushed to wash the blood away but knocking turned into the sound of hammering down the door. She bolted for the window but they were about twenty floors up. There was a fire escape at the other window but it was all lost. A group of policemen burst through the door before she could escape.
Nothing need be said. Imogen was standing there by the fire escape, her sky blue dress turned red with blood. A policeman stepped forward.
"A neighbour reported she heard a ruckus from this room." He said. "You're Imogen Carraway, from Broadway, aren't you? You're not Mrs. Dawson." He stated more than questioned.
There are perks to being widely famous, but there are also cons.