Chapter 2
If she had any idea of what dice I was rolling, she never showed it. She would invite me over like she always did and I would carry her books for her and be as polite as possible. Honestly, I had to applaude myself. If people got awards for faking it, I would have had an entire room. She would smile kindly and treat me with respect and a love that I had never received from anyone, not even from my own parents.
They had abandoned me when I was five and dumped me at a friends place that always did drugs. As he put it, "They didn't have time for you dude. You were a mistake, not suppose to be part of their fairy tale." I guess they were right because I never saw them again. Once I turned 16, it was a revoir and I was kicked out of the drugges house, we'll what was left of it. Part of it had burned down when they were cooking dinner for the New Years party, at least that's what they had told the cops.
Until then, I had kept away from drugs. Even when it had been offered to me a dozen times. I had never cussed, partied or treated a woman with disrespect. I always wore a business suite with an expensive tie. I would comb my hair to the side and carry around a brief case eventhough I was just going to school. I was an excellent student with extremely high grades. See, I was a good boy until my family abanded me. I guess I figured something was wrong with me. That I had been bad or done something I wasn't supposed to. But I hadn't. It was their fault! It was them that made me the person I was today. I would give them a reason to run out on me. I slammed the walls and kicked at the door until the pictures rattled. I am going to kill Cacey! I am tired of her happiness and my misrey, my suffering. She is going to be my nice victim. I licked my lips as they curved into a smile.
First I needed to find out everything about my victim. What were her weaknesses? What was she involved in? What was her agenda? Alright, lets start in the yearbook. There was bound to be something in there. After all, she had been nominated to be Starry Sweeper, which makes her have full authority and rights to make decisions that everyone must follow. C... c... C for Cacey. Tumb, tumb, tumb, ah ha. There! My fingers landed on a graceful pose of Cacey planting a garden in the front of the school. Just like her, I thought. Cacey, Cacey Northernington. Clubs involved in, hmm, might be useful. Bible club, that was a given, NHS, decca, A+ club, nationity club, college bound, trio, art club, photography club, Needy kids annymous, science club, book club, improve your commuinty club, improve your swing club, Helping Financial club, Program of Excellence, food and shelter club... UGHH! This was so stupid! None of this would help. I already know what she does for a living, why do I need to remind myself?
I slammed the book shut and thought for a second. Weakest points... hmmm I liked the way that sounded. It reminded me of a super hero sort of like Clark Kent, Superman. His weakness was criptonite. Let's think... what would bring the most pain to her life? Friends? Sure, but what were the worst ones? The ones that would impact her life the most. Her father... ahhh yes, perfect. She loved and protected that old frog. No one could poke fun or think of damaging his feelings. Aything else? Ahh yes, the orphans. Why hadn't I thought about them before? She went there every Christmas to read them the Nativity story. Hmmm... the hospital and nursing home sounds good. Oops, almost forgot, little Lidia and Tommy. She babysat them every week. Now that I think about it, she told me that they were her pride and joy. Yes that would do.
Then when I see her foundation come out beneath her, I would complete my victory by taking her life. The most precious gift God has given her, but I mustn't get too ahead of myself. The pain had to be nice and slow... Now, where to begin? Where to begin? Her father...