SECOND STRING

SECOND STRING- you shouldn't have

SECOND STRING- you shouldn't have

As a partially drunken Levie headed home from the party, she felt a continuous gaze on her back. This, instantly sobered her up. As she stumbled in her heels she heard the rustling of the fallen leaves in the background. Cautiously, she proceeded home only to hear the rustling louder and gain closer. She turned around not quite expecting what she saw, Mr. Johnson. "Oh, hey there Levie. I saw you walking home alone and decided to make sure you got home okay." He partially lied. Levie noticed him eying her up, but in his defense it was hard not to, with her tight, short dress and whatnot, but it did not amuse Levie, but in fact pissed her off. Levie thought of his wife, and how much she loved him. In Levie's mind, he was staring at her with something else in mind. In Levie's mind, he was a hear tbreaker, and heart breakers needed to die.

"Oh, hey Mr. Johnson, you shouldn't have." And I bet after that night, he wished he didn't. "But, Mr. Johnson would you mind walking me to my door?" "Of course Levie, anything for my fellow neighbor." As Levie brought him around the house towards the backdoor, she pulled of her stilettos. Grabbing one in a tight grip in her hand, she launched the sharp heel into his chest, knocking him onto the ground. Raged, Levie jumped on him, taking him into a chokehold, crushing his throat and ultimately ending his life. "Really, you shouldn't have, Mr. J." With that, Levie dragged his lifeless body through the backyard and behind the shed where the wood chipper was kept. Using all of her strength, Levie threw the corpse into the machine, chopping the body into small, unrecognizable shavings. Levie then bundled up the pieces and threw them down the storm drain. After cleaning the machinery and her clothes with heavy amounts of bleach, Levie buried any evidence and turned in for the night. Laying on her soft bed in the shade of the moonlight, Levie fell into a dreamless, guilt free slumber.