April 27th, 1980
Life had been going well, the cops stopped looking and the family's cries and demands had finally been shut up by the chief of police. The bakery gave me a small raise. While I unfortunately had to dispose of the body, I still had her face. Some days after work, I would put it on and masturbate in the mirror to her face.
But no matter what, everyday after work, I would get drunk. I couldn't bare the pain of being alone, sure I had her face, but I couldn't make love with her torso anymore. I needed a new girl. I needed a new torso. I'd try to keep her longer this time.
* * *
A typical closing shift. But atleast it was a Friday. I shut the door and locked it and decided to head to a bar. I could get drunk with someone else this time.
I sat the bar and glanced to either side, spotting a cute girl next to me. I slowly moved down, stool by stool. I finally got the one next to her.
"Let me guess, you wanna buy me a drink?" She said with a sigh.
"I mean if you want that." I said.
"No I don't want another fucking perv trying to fuck me tonight, thinking he's the smoothest man to ever hit on me." She exclaimed.
"No. No. It's not like that. I think you're very pretty and I want you to drink with me." I said.
"Fucking great." She said before standing up and walking out.
I sighed in defeat.
"One Shirley temple." I said to the bar tender.
"Make that 2, it's on me." Said the woman to my left.
"Oh, hi. I didn't notice you." I said, surprised.
"It's alright, I just got here. But I did see you get blown off, women can suck." She said.
"Umm.. yeah." I said.
She had long brown hair, looked late 20's, deep greenish blue eyes that sparkled in the dim overhead chandelier, her lips were reddish pink, and her nose had a strong bridge. She was perfect. Her dress showed her cleavage, they were perfect, not too fresh but not too wrinkly.
"I never caught your name, I'm Marie." She said.
"I'm James, nice to meet you Marie." I said.
"You're cute, how old are you?" She asked. "I like 'em young."
"I'm 19, how old are you?" I asked.
"Excuse me? No I'm just kidding, I'm 28." She said.
The drinks arrived and we began talking. I barley payed attention to what she said, I just stared into her lips. We went through rounds of drinks until we were both tipsy and I invited her over to my place.
We walked back, laughing and chatting, while we held each other up. I slammed against my door and hit my keys against the lock. She put her hand on mine.
"Here, I know how to get it in." She said, before winking and kissing my cheek.
She slid in the key and unlocked the door. We stumbled in and I turned on a lamp, we fell onto each other on the couch. I looked into her eyes and smiled. We began undressing, and I kissed her neck.
"I want to gut you like a fish." I whispered into her ear.
"What?" she asked, concerned.
"Nothing." I said.
I was only in my boxers and she was only in her underwear. We began to kiss and I held her waist. Her back arched and she let out a whimper.
* * *
"Let me get some drinks." I said getting up and pulling up my underwear.
"I should get going, I have work tomorrow." She said, buttoning her blouse.
"No. You can stay here." I said as my voice broke.
"I can't, I'm sorry." She said getting up.
"NO." I shouted.
"Woah. I didn't mean any harm." She said, slightly scared.
"Just drink up, I'll drive you tomorrow." I said.
"Alright." She said.
I poured some coke, and heard the ice crackle. The foam bubbled over the edge, as I poured in some whiskey. I looked at my hand, a small laundry mat zip lock bag, filled with a few small white pills.
"You're staying right?" I called.
"Yeah, as long as you drive me." She called back.
I put the bag back in my pocket.
* * *
"Alright have fun, cya soon." I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead, as she walked out of the car to work.
"Cya soon!" She said.
I watched her walk until she was inside, then I sighed and headed home. I still had Saturday's off. I spent the rest of the day watching movies I rented and drinking. After watching Alien I had already gone through a whole 6-pack. After Mad Max I had finished another.
The rest of the day included drunkinly talking to the face, viciously masturbating over it, and then cleaning up followed by tears.
* * *
"Hey, you called me over, said it was an emergency?" She asked. "You alright?"
"You're gonna leave me, just like the rest of them." I said.
"You're slurring your words, are you drunk? Jesus look at this place.. 7..8..12 cans, come on, you can do better than this." She said, grabbing my by the arms.
She sat me down and picked up the cans.
"I killed her." I said, while tears began to roll down my face.
"What?" She said.
"I loved her and I made her go away." I cried.
"Hey, that's not your fault, people come and go, don't think you did this." She said, beginning to hold me.
"But I-"
"Shhh. It's alright." She said, as I wept into her chest.
The rest of the night consisted of her caring for me and me attempting to help, only to knock everything over.
"Just sit down okay? I'm going to make you dinner." She said.
She had made some wonderful curry, I had left the box out yesterday, but never made it.
"K, now that you're fed, you need to rest up okay?" She said.
As I drifted off the I tried to thank her but only a few words came out.
"Thanks mom." I said.
She laughed, tucked me in and left
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HorrorJames Cultis is an infamous American serial killer, that terrorized the country from the 70's-90's. Though his rain is coming to an end as police close in on him. He has run away and is hiding in a warehouse to write his final memoir, to tell his st...
