It was Friday evening and she looked in the heart-shaped mirror on her neglected wall and sighed. Tonight was the night that she would take her revenge. All these months she had been waiting for one of them to make the tiniest mistake.
"Go get them girl," she said to herself as a look of determination spread across her face. She was pretty, with blonde hair and brown eyes, clear skin that was so naturally pale it seemed to reflect light. Her makeup was perfect from years of practice; lashes perfectly defined, skin even, cheeks rosy. The clothes she sported were dangerous. A tight red dress covered her curvy figure. She was dressed to kill. She screwed off the gold lid of her favourite red lipstick and moved it across her lips. She took a final glance at herself in the mirror and mimed a kiss to herself. She was pleased with her appearance and made her way downstairs. As she did the buckle on her high heeled shoes, her phone chimed to indicate a message,
'meet me in half an hour. .'
A bitter frown formed on her face as she read it. She knew immediately who it was from. This was the text she was waiting for.
As she stepped through the door the cold air hit her hard, making her shiver all over. She closed the door behind her and began to walk, her hands were turning blue but that didn't bother her. She walked with determination towards the location and muttered quietly, "It's going to be an interesting night.
The clip of high heels echoed on the pavement. She was distracted by the car lights that seemed to dance in the winter's evening. Her muscles twitched as she marched passed an old neglected house but her mind was fixed on her goal. She knew what she had to do. She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She knew she had to keep her cool. Every step she took brought her closer to her destination. The closer she got to her destination the more the pain of the last seven months pounded in her head. She felt the bitter, sweet taste of revenge lingering in her mouth. This was a taste she was familiar with.
Scott sat on the broken bench alone in the abandoned park. It was dusk and the air had a light mist to it. An old leafless tree appeared to be learning over him as if it was a gang of bullies. He was anxious and excited to see her. This made the waiting more unbearable. Thoughts of joy came to him as he reminisced about her. For the first time, he felt as if he was in love, and he wanted to share his feelings with her. His hazel eyes that hid a hundred secrets glistened with hope. As the wind whistled through the trees, his anxiety rose. His body reacted to every sound he heard. He had waited all this time to see her because he wanted the pain of their last meeting to disappear. He felt that time would heal the hurt he had inflicted on her. Scott hoped she had forgiven him. He wanted this desperately.
His palms were sweaty as he pushed the thought of what he had done to her from his mind. Things would be different now. As the last of the sun's light disappeared over the trees in the far distance he heard the clip of her shoes. He stood quickly, straining his eyes for a glimpse of her, his heart beating violently against his chest. She walked towards him without any hesitation. This moment had been a long time coming. Time seemed to stop as they stared into each other's eyes. As Scott opened his mouth to say the words he had neglected to tell her for so long, Jessica moved quickly. A blur of red, a flash of silver, and Scott felt an excruciating pain in his chest. His breath caught in his throat as he gave a small whimper. His eyes widened in shock, then sadness as he looked down to see a knife protruding from his chest. Jessica twisted it deeper and deeper in him, as tears rolled down her cheeks. Images of him and his friends violating her flashed through her head and she pushed the blade with all the force she could muster. Scott looked into Jessica's face, took his last breath and whispered, "I'm Sorry..." as Scott's lifeless body hit the ground; Jessica replied, "I'm not".
Jessica looked with disgust at the body lying at her feet. She did not flinch; she didn't shed a tear or moved. She stood frozen. The blood-stained knife was clasped in hand, she stared at the man she once loved and grinned. He was dead. She watched the dark blood seep from his body onto the ground as she felt all her anger, pain and anguish of the last seven months washed away with it. For the first time in years, she felt relieved and at peace with herself.
She now had her revenge.
