The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Two: Good Girl

Lisa stood in the kitchen and unpacked the rest of the utensils and put them in their proper places.

It really was a nice house to live in. All the walls were sponged in different shades of green and brown making it look like a blurred forest. She remembered when she was younger she would come up with her mom and help work on the house. It was their little vacation spot they would visit whenever her mom had any vacation time. Her mother passed away a year ago now but she wasn't sad about her mother's death. She knew her mom lived her life happily and to its fullest.

"Hey booze bitch we need more booze!" Ethan called from the other room interrupting her thoughts. Lisa rolled her eyes and grabbed the empty blender pitcher from him. "And this time put more tequila in it! I've drank three glasses and I'm not even buzzed yet!"

"Anything else?" She looked at the other two.

"I want a fucking sandwich!" Matt whined.

"I don't have much in the way of food right now so you're stuck with peanut butter and jelly."

"That's what I wanted anyway." Matt smirked. Lisa had the sudden urge to hit him upside the head with the pitcher for being such a smart ass.

She wasn't a violent person. But she had thought up many ways to hurt and kill the three of her so called friends after so many years of their abusive friendship. She didn't know why she put up with them. If it weren't for them she could probably keep a boyfriend for longer than a week and possibly have other friends, but they wouldn't allow it. If they thought someone wasn't pretty enough or up to their standards they would tell them so to their face making it hard for Lisa to interact with anyone. Even if they did accept someone as their friend they would alienate her in front of them by making fun of her or calling her horrible names and making her feel worthless.

Her self-esteem was so low from all of their insults she just gave up on dating altogether the past two years. After hearing all their insults over and over she began to believe them. She thought she was hideously ugly and fat even though she was really the best looking one of the group.

No, she knew why she stayed in their little group. Deep down she didn't want to admit it to herself, but she couldn't stand being alone. Even if the people she was surrounded by weren't the nicest it was better than being completely alone.

Lisa began another pitcher of margaritas and made sure to put three times the amount of tequila required. When she was done making Matt's sandwich she put it on a paper towel and grabbed the pitcher and brought it out to them.

Jason still sat outside the kitchen window. He listened to hear what the mean ones were saying to the poor girl in the other room.

"What the hell is this? You fat ugly cow! I don't want the crust on it, and I want it cut into fourths. And why isn't it on a proper plate?" He heard one of the bad boys say.

"Oh and on your way back can you bring me a glass, some soda, and the tequila... please?" Asked the other girl.

The nice girl came back into the kitchen with the sandwich on the paper towel and tossed it onto the counter. Grabbing a nearby knife she stabbed it into the wooden cutting board.

She rested her elbows on either side of the sink and put her head into her hands. She brushed her bangs back out of her face and looked straight out the window. Jason knew she couldn't see him, but the moment he saw her face he wished she could.

Her face was red and her eyes were glossy. She took several deep breaths and wiped the tears out of her eyes before they could fall.

His chest ached as he watched the girl recompose herself. She is a good girl. He told himself. He waited to see if his Mother's voice disagreed with him, but she stayed silent. Jason knew he had to help her. She is a good girl, and good girls need to be protected by good boys, I'm a good boy.

He knew she was good girl surrounded by bad people who did bad things. Not just bad things, mean things. They called her fat and ugly. She was neither. He looked at her more closely as she met their demands. She wasn't ugly, yes her hair was strange looking from most girls he was used to slaughtering, but it wasn't ugly, just different. She had a pretty face, her skin was pale with a slight olive complexion. She wasn't fat by any means, but the mean girl in the other room was.

He never really paid much attention to a girls looks before. His Mother's voice was always there screaming in his ear urging him to kill anyone he came in contact with, but not now, this girl was different.

The good girl disappeared into the other room and Jason decided to move to a window with a better view.

The good girl now sat in a chair drinking a water bottle as she watched her bad friends enjoy their bad drinks. Comparing the good girl to the bad girl he noticed how much of the bad girls skin was visible. Her shirt was very low cut and looked like she would pop out of it at any moment and her skirt was rather short.

The good girl had no skin showing except for her face and hands. According to Jason that meant she didn't like do the naked thing.

The good girl shivered. "Anyone else want to start a fire? I'm freezing." She asked.

"Sure whatever." The frailer looking of the mean boys replied sipping on his soda, as the other two shrugged in response.

"Wait... before you go, I was wondering..." The boy in red smiled an evil smile.

"What?" The girl asked annoyed.

"Why are you being such a moody bitch tonight? You're ruining out little party."

"Why hmm, let's see why would I be in a bad mood... let's see... because you're all a bunch of superficial bitches! Who in the hell emotionally tortures someone to the point of making them want to kill themselves because they have no self-esteem left!? You three do! You've been doing it to me for the past four years!" The good girl exploded on them.

Jason was mad now. He didn't like hearing the good girl talk about wanting to harm herself.

Make them pay Jason! They're bad very very bad! They do mean things to that nice girl, like those mean kids at camp did to you. They drink the bad drink! They must be punished! His mother's voice rang in his head. That was what he had been waiting for.

Mother agreed she was a good girl. He would help her. He would make them suffer.

Jason watched as the nice girl stomped out the door slamming it in anger leaving the bad ones inside, alone. He drew is machete ready to attack when he heard a scream on the other side of the house.

He knew it was the good girl who screamed and quickly and quietly made his way to her remaining in the shadows out of the porch lights reach.

She was in the small shed near the woodpile. She screamed again. Jason then realized it was a scream of anger not horror. He thought he heard her crying. He wanted to go to her, but knew he'd only scare her. It made his chest hurt again.

The girl emerged from the shed with an axe in hand. She wiped her tears away with her sleeve. She picked up a small log and began chopping away at it furiously.

Jason noticed that there was a large pile of already cut logs resting against the house. He got even closer and watched in curiosity as the girl took her anger out on the log in front of her. He wondered how it was possible that someone as small and fragile looking as her had the strength to mutilate the piece of wood as she was.

When she started out the log was about as thick as his huge muscular neck and she had managed to reduce it down to large splinters. She gave the axe a final swing, stabbing it into the support log beneath the splinters she had created.

Something red caught Jason's eye, it was the mean boy from inside. He slowly approached the girl. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew they were arguing, and the girl screamed angrily as the mean boy started to walk away.

Jason watched ready to spring up and kill the boy. He wanted the girl to know he was there to help her, wanted her to know that he was a good boy. Then the girl did something that stopped Jason in his tracks.

She pulled the axe out of the log and twisted it around so the blunt side faced the boy and smacked it into the back of his unsuspecting skull. It made a loud cracking noise and the boy fell to the ground.

The girl stood over him ready to strike again.