The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 7

I couldn't sleep. How could I? Someone had seen me kill Charlotte.

Different scenarios ran through my head, mostly involving me going to jail or youth detention facility. I got myself a drink of water and realised I had been standing in the one spot in the bathroom for at least ten minutes. What would they do to someone as sophisticated as me in jail? I wouldn't last one minute.

I decided that in the morning I would call the police before Wes had a chance to. He was the one who deserved to go to jail not me! I instantly felt better and turned for bed. Closing the door behind me I looked to see a ghostly pale face staring at me from outside the window. I dropped my glass of water in shock and it spilt all over the carpet, dark fingers of moisture stretching out under the bed.

It was Mary Anne.

I knew for a fact that Mary Anne was an expert at sneaking out at night, satisfying her seemingly endless sexual needs by going to see Logan at least three nights a week. But this was the first time that she had visited me and judging by her facial expression it didn't look like a social visit. I reluctantly slid open the window and she skilfully climbed through.

'Fuck you,' she hissed.

I noticed Mary Anne was wearing her famous-cities skirt and an old sweatshirt that possibly could have been her Dad's. We had long since told Mary Anne not to wear the skirt in public anymore, it was too old, tattered, outdated, stained and above all smelly to be considered fashionable but evidently she still wore it when sneaking out at 2 AM. She also held a piece of paper and a pair of red panties in her hand.

'Nice to see you too Mary Anne.'

'You fuckin' SLUT! Did you fuck him, or just give him blowjobs?' Mary Anne was borderline hysterical and I was worried that she would wake my parents.

'What are you talking about Mary Anne?' I asked calmly.

'Logan of course! You're fucking him aren't you?'

'Of course not, I don't fuck dopey hillbillies. No offense.'

'But I saw him Stacey! I saw him put this in your letterbox. And I found your panties in his car.' Mary Anne threw both the obviously used red panties and an envelope at my face in disgust. I managed to catch them both in one swift movement.

'These aren't mine! They're fuckin' size 12 for a start. That's fuckin' insulting Mary…'

I trailed off after seeing the envelope. It was exactly the same cheap white paper as the envelope that contained the 'I SAW IT ALL' message.

'Mary Anne? Did you say you saw Logan put this in my letterbox?' I asked.

'Yeah why?'

I quickly tore open the envelope and sure enough the familiar black typed capital letters stared back at me.

I WILL CONTACT THE POLICE UNLESS I RECEIVE $10,000 IN USED, UNMARKED BILLS. PLACE THE MONEY IN A BROWN PAPER BAG AND PUT IT IN YOUR LETTERBOX ON THURSDAY NIGHT.

I realised that Mary Anne was still staring at me. I made the snap decision to show her the note. She read it and looked at me, confusion written all across her face.

'Your boyfriend is blackmailing me because I've been doing… you know… sex things with Wes.' I said coyly.

'Wes? You mean Mr. Ellenberg?'

I told her all about how Wes and I had hooked up but I left out all the stuff about killing Charlotte. Mary Anne was calmer now, but was still shocked that Logan was a blackmailer and judging by the ugly red panties, couldn't keep his dick in this trousers either.

'Who is Logan really fucking then?' asked Mary Anne, 'I can't understand it, I mean I'm keeping him busy just about every night of the week!'

A thought struck me.

'Well what about last night? We know where he was then,' I offered.

'You mean…. Dr. Johanssen?' Mary Anne screwed up her nose.

'I'd say that ugly bitch looks like a size 12.'

'I'm gonna fucking kill them both,' whispered Mary Anne, her eyes widening into an intense and furious look.

'Really?'

This was an interesting development.

To be continued...