A/N: Hello, my loves! I am alive. Mostly. And I promise that I've been working behind the scenes to get some new stuff up and going for y'all to read. It's just taking time. Anyhoo, this particular little diddy is brought to you by a rather random Facebook conversation with a few of my favorite ladies. This o/s started out stupidly long and very, very detailed in a rather explicitly gory way. I ended up trashing it in favor of this. I've decided y'all using your imaginations is better. ;) Short, sweet, and to the point. See? I can occasionally tamp down on my inner wordy bitch.
Prompt from...I don't remember now who exactly threw this out there: I know what you did.
Rated: T
Character: Bella
Style: Drabble-ish
Word Count: 154
Not beta'd so any mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters from the Twilight Universe. I merely make the homicidal.
A Lady's Secret
You think I don't know.
But I do.
I see the half glazed over look in your eyes.
The hardly contained self-satisfied gleam and smug countenance.
I am not dumb, my dear.
My stronger than most olfactory senses tell me what my eyes may miss.
The reek of a cheap, flowery perfume I'd rather die than wear permeates your clothes.
But you smile. And laugh. And act like nothing's going on.
Oh, honey. You silly, silly man.
I know what you did.
I know what "whore" smells like.
I know what boys like you want.
I know what your type does when they think what they're getting isn't good enough.
Oh, do I ever know.
But now you know that I know.
Don't you, honey?
I made sure you found out that I'm not a lady to be trifled with.
And if they ever find your body...
Well.
They'll know what you did, too.