The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 2
'Oh my fucking God, Wes! I think you killed her!'
'Don't be so melodramatic, Stacey,' Wes's voice wavered slightly with nervousness.
'No, I'm for real,' I was now checking Charlotte's pulse, 'you've gotta call an ambulance. She's not breathing and I can't get a pulse. Quick, Wes call an ambulance!'
'We can't! I'll go to gaol!' Wes whined. I was definitely beginning to be less attracted to him. I've always thought whining was an ugly quality in a man. However, I could kinda understand his position. I mean I couldn't begin to explain to Dr. Johanssen that my older boyfriend had beaten her daughter to death after blackmailing us to the tune of $250,000.
'What are we gonna do then?' I figured that Wes might have some brilliant plan to get us out of this mess. After all he is the smartest person I know, except maybe for Claudia's sister Janine. She's a true genius with an IQ of 196! I suddenly had the brilliant idea of calling her, but before I could suggest it, Wes spoke.
'Kidnapping. It's the only way. We'll have to fake a kidnapping and then dump the body somewhere. I can then make some ransom demands to throw them off the trail. After that we'll just leave it and… just forget about it.' As he spoke he paced back and forth in front of me, wringing his hands. I had to admit it was a pretty good plan. It was weird but I was feeling strangely calm about the whole situation. I think it was probably shock. Usually if anything happened to one of my charges I would be really upset, especially Charlotte. This time though, my mind was fully concentrating on the situation at hand.
'The Stone's farm! Near Mary Anne and Dawn's. It's the best place to bury a body!' I exclaimed. Wes agreed, we had once gone out there and dry humped in one of the paddocks after school. It was on the outskirts of town, near the cemetery and it was pretty rural.
'OK, I'll bury the body and you'll have to stage a kidnap scene,' continued Wes 'Wait until after I've left and break a window in the girl's room. Do it from the outside making sure the glass falls into the room. Then call the police and make up a story about a guy kidnapping the girl. Make it vague, average height, average weight. Say it happened too quick.' He sounded incredibly professional, almost as though he'd done it before.
I nodded, taking all it all in. I then helped Wes lift Charlotte's body to his car parked on the nature strip outside. My heart beat faster as we made our way to the Toyota Corolla. I quickly went and checked to make sure no-one was watching. It was dark and there was not a soul to be seen so I quickly gave Wes the all clear. I opened the boot and we quickly shoved the body inside. Charlotte was small so her body fitted in without a problem.
'OK, I'd better go. Don't forget to call the police.' As he spoke Wes motioned for me to go back inside. I was about to do just that when I had a brainwave.
'Wes, can you hit me? To make it look like I struggled with the kidnapper?'
'Are you sure?' Wes sounded concerned. I nodded and without another word he brought his hand up and struck me as hard as he could in the face. The pain was instant and it was all I could do not to cry out. I'd never been hit by a boy before and it made me feel angry, even though poor Wes had only done what I'd asked of him. A tear ran down my cheek.
'I'm so sorry. I love you Stace.' Wes kissed me lightly on the lips. Once again he signalled for me to go back to the house. I ran back and paused at the front door. I turned around just in time to see Wes's car disappear around the corner.
It was then that I felt truly helpless for the first time in my life.
To be continued...