Stripped to the Heart

Chapter 26 - Anna has her ways

"This is Seargent Jack and Officer Blunt, you are under arrest."

Everything was a blurr, the interviews, the photos, the questions, the examinations, everything.

My life had been turned on its head and the scary part was that the truth was becoming harder and harder to hide. If they found out the truth only god knows what can happen.

I replayed the events of the day through my mind so that I could analyse every detail that could make a fake story seem real.

48 hours earlier

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"You're wrong, you have to be!" I could see him shaking as the words that had been said suddenly sank in and realisation became the only method. "He was the best brother, he didn't harm anyone. You're going down! You bitch, you can't just waltz into someone's life and then expect them to tolerate you talking crap about their family and dead loved ones." He was screaming now and if it was in a public place, there would be quite a few stares.

Except it wasn't.

Even better if he died I could say it was in self-defence. Not that it wouldn't be...

"You know what, you already know too much." I stated it as a fact, one that was true.

He lunged towards me and I swerved out of the way just before he landed himself in the drink. I saw him come up for air and splash around, without hesitation I ran to the car and fetched my pocket knife. It came with me everywhere, even here.

I began to cut the ropes from the dock to the house so it would float away, too far for him to reach.

Around the entire lake was a 2 metre tall wall that was impossible to climb, unless you used the rope ladder which I had previously cut and was now sinking to the bottom of the merky lake.

In his splashing he had stirred up all the dirt and sand around him, making it easy for me to aim his own pocketknife towards his chest.

This was all too easy, my fingerprints would be rubbed off by the water, my presence would go unnoticed if I took all my stuff and worked the car into the lake and the only thing left was to walk home.

That would be the hardest, I had to follow the road but also stay out of anyone's vision.

As it turns out it was easy, enough so that at 8:00pm sharp I turned up on Joy's doorstep in a fresh new pair of clothes, which included a brown and red paint-splattered jacket, a pair of army colour jeans and combat boots. My hair was in a hair-net that had been painted black and I was wearing black gloves.

Not too stylish but oh-so practical for my next murder.

Joy didn't think twice about my odd fashion choice and willingly let me in, leading me through the kitchen-where I grabbed the largest carving knife they owned- and then through to her bedroom. It didn't seem like anyone was home so I sat down in the beanbag and waited for her to finish in the bathroom.

My mind began to ponder how I would do this, would I stab her, throw it at her, decapitate her? There were so many more but she quickly came back and grabbed her hairbrush. She dashed back into her bathroom and hummed the tune of 'Happy' by Pharrel Williams.

How ironic, if my plan works she will be dead in less than an hour and I would be at home, sitting by my fireplace and burning all the evidence. The usual routine, burn, destroy, plan and kill. It was the same everytime-oh yes I'd killed before.