Queen of New Beginnings

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He had left her dead and bleeding on the kitchen floor, now she was here to do the same.

Felicia Hardy stared down through the skylight, waiting for the man who killed her soul to walk into his home. It was Saturday night, more like morning actually, and he should be home soon, Ryan always went to frat parties on Saturday nights. It was where he and Felicia met for the first time, they were both freshmen, her in high school, him in college, where he saved her, where they would hang out before when they were friends. Tonight, it would be the last party he ever went to.

He had work in the morning, he should've been home two hours ago. Felicia was starting to get tired, her head nodding down. She had almost completely fallen asleep on the roof when a knock sounded from the front door. Quietly she moved to the front of the house, peering over the edge of the roof. Standing on the stoop was a pair of solemn-looking police officers. Curiously Felicia watched until Ryan's mother finally opened the door.

"Officers?" Mrs. Rhodes asked, "What's going on."

"Mrs. Rhodes, we regret to inform you that your son, Ryan, has passed away.

Mrs. Rhodes gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Felicia was confused. Dead? But she hadn't even touched him yet?

"He was in a car accident, reports say he was intoxicated."

Felicia didn't need to hear the rest, she turned and ran, sprinting across the roof and jumping between buildings.

She was angry. This wasn't fair. She was supposed to kill him. She was supposed to make him suffer. He was supposed to regret what he had done, he was supposed to bleed. It was his turn to beg and plead and scream. Hot tears tracked down her face as she ran, blurring her vision which resulted in a loss of balance and a tumble off the side of a building.

Felicia cried out when she hit the ground, the sidewalk knocking the air from her lungs. She lay on the cold cement truly hoping the fall would kill her, when it didn't and the pain finally subsided, Felicia looked up to see where she was.

The only sign she could read clearly on the dark street was for a jewelry store, she had landed right in front of the display window. Brilliant diamonds gleamed in the dim light, so beautiful, so close. Without a second thought, Felicia stood and slammed her shoulder into the window, shattered glass falling around her as she grabbed the closest item and ran. Her heart beating fast as she sprinted down a side alley. When she felt she was far enough away she stopped, leaning against the brick wall, heaving for breath. She didn't look at the stolen object, not yet, slipping it into her sweatpants pocket and pulling off her hoodie, letting the blue workout shirt show. A simple wardrobe change changed her from suspicious to unsuspecting, nobody aware of the stolen diamonds and spearpoint knife in her pocket.

It didn't take long for her to reach her apartment building, heading straight to her room. Inside she stripped out of her soaking clothes, hiding the knife in her underwear drawer and sitting on her bed finally examining what she had grabbed. It was a bracelet, simple and elegant, not worth more than 10,000 dollars, she already owned something similar and more expensive. It felt good though, stealing it. It was the type of adrenaline she imagined only came from something like that.

"I get it now, daddy." She whispered, dropping the bracelet into her drawer and flicking off the light.