manchester's sweetheart

Chapter 1

It was a nice day in August and I decided to get dressed up and go to the record shop.
Since I am a model and all, I can't be seen dressed poorly.

I put on this outfit:

Then did my eye makeup like this:

I peppered my cheeks with rouge and applied light orange lipstick.

I did my hair up and put on a white headband.

I grabbed my handbag and was on my way.

I walked up the street and made it to the record shop.
Nearly as soon as I walked in, a man pointed at me and shouted, "Look, it's Margaret McGuinness!"
I was suddenly the center of attention.
There were maybe 10 people in the shop and they all swarmed me to ask for an autograph.
The shop owner snapped a photo of me giving the autographs, then got one for himself.

When I was done, I looked around the shop for a moment, before deciding on this record:

I payed for it and was on my way.

While I walked home, I saw my boyfriend, Patrick Douglas, walking on the other sidewalk.
"Oi, darling!" he yelled as he saw me.
"Hello, love!" I replied.
He crossed the street to get to me.
"What are you up to?" he asked after giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Just went to pick up a record. And you?" I asked.
"I've just got fish and chips takeaway then was heading home."
I nodded.

He ended up walking home with me.
He came in and sat on my couch while I put the new record on.
As soon as the first track started, his attitude changed.
"Seriously, Margaret? You know I don't like you listening to The Beatles. You know it makes me jealous." he said, angrily, while standing up.
"But, darling, it's only music. I don't like them in that way, you know." I replied, trying to calm him down.
He suddenly grabbed me by my wrists and threw me down onto the couch.
"I've had enough of your back talk."
He then started hitting me in my face and stomach.
I reached my hand up and grabbed an empty Coke bottle off the table and hit him over the head with it. It broke and he passed out.
I stepped over him and went into my basement to retrieve some rope and duct tape.
I came back up and tied his feet together, his arms behind his back, and taped over his eyes and mouth.
I drug him across the room and into the coat closet.
"I've had enough of your bullshit." I said to myself, out of breath.