Taylor's black pick up truck crunched the leaves outside the forest. She turned off the engine and took a long, shaky breath. She never wanted to be do into this.
Taylor was just a lawyer when this all started. All she wanted to do was be a successful lawyer. Maybe someday be in love, but for the moment, she just wanted to be a good lawyer. And she was. She loved her job; she didn't love her boss.
Her boss, Calvin, wasn't respectful to any women in their office. That wasn't the worst part. He treated Taylor differently. He always made sexual remarks to her when ever they had to be in the same room. Always stuff like 'I could turn you straight.' or 'I'd tap that.'
One day, he had followed Taylor home, equipped with a 9×19mm Walther P99, German semi-automatic pistol.
Flashback
"Mer! Dibs! Dinner time!" Taylor announced to her cats as she poured their food into the respective bowls.
"Aww, that's adorable. Calling your cats so you don't have to eat alone." A man slurred, drunk out of his mind and scaring the shit out of Taylor.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN?" Taylor yelled, looking down at the handgun in her bosses hands.
"Oh, me. I'm just trying to show you a good time." He chuckled, his intentions being to rape her quite clear.
Taylor made a swift decision and ran to the man, grabbing the pistol and securing it tightly in her grip. "TAKE ONE FUCKING STEP AND I'LL SHOOT." She threatened, not completely sure if she meant her words.
"You wouldn't." Calvin spat. He saw right through her lie. He began to make his way to her. Bad idea.
A shot rang out, making the two felines flee to under Taylor's bed. The shot scared Taylor, too. She didn't know she had it in her.
Calvin laid there, dead, blood pouring out of the bullet hole in his forehead.His brain daring to spill out of the wound made Taylor disgusted with herself. And just disgusted. She threw up over the deceased man.
She had made sure no evidence could be tied back to her. She had waxed the floors three times. She burnt the clothes she was wearing. Blood got on them. She was not going to let anyone know this happened.
End of Flashback
So here she was, a murderer, dressed in black from head to toe, standing in the outskirts of town, disposing the body of her homophobic, sexist dead boss.
Taylor finally exited her truck, not wanting to be out too long at 1:47 AM on Friday night on the outskirts of Nashville. She went to the bed of the truck and stared at the man wrapped in dark sheets, a shovel laying next to him.
She pulled the makeshift body bag off the truck and onto the leaf covered ground. Flashlight in hand, Taylor swung the shovel over her shoulder and began dragging the 'bag' through the woods.
She found herself emerged in trees when she found the perfect spot to bury the body. Taylor began digging a hole large enough to hold the sexist man. He was a large guy. Six foot five. He towered over Taylor. How the fuck was she going to bury this guy?
Taylor began digging a hole large enough to fit Calvin. Oh god why did this happen? I never wanted this to happen. Oh god what will my coworkers think? Oh god I'm going to loose my job.
Taylor heard footsteps from behind her, scaring her very much. She threw her shovel near her make shift grave and quickly dropped to the ground. Oh god, I'm going to get caught, I'm going to jail. Oh my god, I can't breathe. This is it. What are my parents going say? Her mind was going a mile a minute.
"Hello?" a female voice called out close to Taylor. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. She's going to see the body, then she'll find me, and then I'll go to j- Before Taylor could finish her thought, she was being pulled up by her black sweater. Tears threatened to spill from her water line as the woman set her on her feet.
"Why were you down there?" the towering woman chuckled, her wide smile shining bright in the pale moonlight. She was really ravishing. Soft pale emerald eyes light up in the night sky. High cheek bones shaped her face perfectly.
Taylor had no clue what to say. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?? THAT I MURDERED SOMEONE?? OH GOD OH GOD, She's really beautiful. "Y-You're really p-pretty." Taylor muttered out.
REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET
The woman laughed loudly. She bent over and clutched her side. SHE HAS A PRETTY LAUGH TOO?! WHAT, HOW IS SHE THIS PERFECT??
"Seriously, you can tell me. What was a pretty girl like you doing out here aaat.." She looked down at her watch. " 2:03 am? I'm trustworthy." The woman looked into Taylor's blue eyes, that were filled with fear and admiration.
"MYBOSSFOLLOWEDMEHOMEWITHAGUNANDHEWASGONNARAPEMEANDITOOKTHEGUNANDSHOTHIMANDIKILLEDHIMANDNOWIHAVETOBURYHIM! DONTTELLTHEPOLICE!" Taylor yelled out quickly. Somehow, the woman could understand Taylor's gibberish.
"Well I guess you aren't the only murderer in town.." She paused. "Taylor. M-My name's Taylor." "Taylor. Pretty name. I'm Karlie."
Karlie fit her. Taylor couldn't explain it, but it totally fit her. "I'm guessing this is your first time killing someone." Karlie walked over to Calvin's corpse. She looked around the make shift grave. "Let me help."
Taylor's mind was going a mile a minute, but one thought stuck out. "Y-you've killed m-multiple p-p-people?" She stuttered out. Karlie's lips curved into a small, smug smile.
"Yep."
"H-How are you so calm about this?! Do you just go around m-murdering innocent people, not caring about the consequences?!" Taylor shoved Karlie back away from her, thinking of Karlie as a stone cold killer.
Taylor was walking away from Karlie and her dead boss, not wanting to deal with either, until Karlie's spoke. "I don't kill innocent people. I kill abusers. I find the men or women who are sick enough to release their pain on their spouse, and I make them feel the pain they've caused. I mean I torture them. They cry out for me to stop and just let the pain end, but I hurt them worse. I have torn someone limb from l-"
"Okay! I get it! Just stop!" Taylor covered her ears, getting sick hearing the details of Karlie's crime. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"So Taylor, do you want me to help you bury this guy or no?" Karlie chuckled, raising her left eyebrow and placing her hand on her hip. Taylor stared into her eyes.
2 years later, Taylor's journal
Karlie proposed. Yes, the woman I met in the woods that one night when I murdered someone. It was so long ago, I totally forgot who he was. We have murdered so many people together, it doesn't even bother me anymore. Well, I don't really murder the people. I find out if they deserve to be murdered. It's ironic, really. Well, I'm getting me dress fitted, I'll write more later.
