Body Is A Temple

Chapter 8: Perfect Crime

Rachel's POV

That damn girl, I thought. She must think I’m a fool. I reached back to my hair, tying it into a low ponytail. I threw on my black prada shades and smiled in the mirror. I found my way to some bummy ass motel but it should be okay for the weekend. I reached into my luggage, pulled out my pink diary. I sat thinking, thinking of every possible way to fuck up her life. I did a small laugh to myself, because this plan was going to not only work, it will ruin her, and two outcomes is always better than one.

I waited till it was dark, till the red bloody moon sat above the sky. I waited until they were deep into their sleep, so they couldn’t feel a thing. I pulled into the driveway across the street, turned my lights off quickly so the neighbors wouldn’t suspect a thing. I got out, closing my door quietly. I placed my black purse along my shoulder. I reached into it, grabbing some latex gloves and slipping them on. This was going to be the perfect crime.

 The door was locked. I stopped, reached into my purse and pulled out my lock picker. The only thing I was a little worried about was there being an animal of some sort that would make loud noises. The door creaked open. Darkness. I closed the door behind me, I shuffled around the house, making sure no one was awake. If I was going to make the perfect crime, I couldn’t get caught, everything I touched, I made sure I wiped off with a cloth.  I made my way around the living room, I saw a picture frame, I grabbed at it, cracking the glass with my fiist and placing it on the floor. I had to make it look staged. As if, there were a fight and it escalated rather quickly. I threw the pillows around the room, flipped over the coffee table. Perfect. I found my way to some stairs, one by one. I saw a room to my right, the door was half open, and no light was coming from it. I opened the door, The light from the moon beamed through the curtains so I could at least distinguish who I saw.

 And there I was, looking at Alison's mom and dad. Asleep, and snoring. Her father was turned away from her mom. That’s how Lucas and I slept at night. I took a second, and then continued over to her father. I smiled down at him, reaching into my purse and grabbing my pocket knife. I lowered myself until I was over him. My left hand crawled underneath the blanket. I woke him up to a stroke of his balls. His eyes open and he smiled at me, as if he knew me. I told him to be quiet.

 “Oh baby”

 He moaned quietly. I whispered in his ear as I stroked his penis through his shorts. An old man getting turned on by someone other than his wife. How perverted. I smiled.

 “Do you like that?”

 “Yes”

 His eyes rolled back into his head, quickly I put pressure on the knife, bringing it above his neck and slicing it. Blood started to squirt and gush and I leaned into it all and whispered to him as he was grasping for air.

 "If you make a sound, I will kill you”

 I already knew he was going to die, but I wanted him to be quiet. His hands folded over his neck, trying to keep the blood from spilling out. I grabbed his wife’s hand and made sure her fingerprints were all over it, and then I dropped it on the ground. She was still sound asleep. I looked back over to her husband, dying slowly. I put my index knuckle out and gave him one good blow to the temple, knocking him out.

 I just committed the perfect crime. I walked out the house, making sure it was locked behind me. I sat in my car, drove off with a smile. This will make Allison’s mom take that bitch back in her home because she will need her for comfort and what not. And then I can live happily with my man. On my way back to the motel, I pulled into some liquor store. I took off my jacket that was covered in blood and put it into the back seat. I took my gloves off and looked into the rearview mirror. I looked perfect. I got out, walking into the store. I needed something in celebration.

 “Miss?”

 I looked over to a man standing beside me. He was probably drunk, or under age and wanted me to buy him alcohol.

 “Yes”

 “Do you think you can buy me some liqour?

 He made sure to hide behind the aisle so the clerk didn’t see him. Uh. Children.

 “How old are you?”

 “Im 20, Im turning 21 in a month, so it’s not that illegal”

 He gave a smile. I guess. I was in his shoes not to long ago, always trying to get alcohol. I told him to get what he wanted and I would pay for it. I met him outside the store and handed him the alcohol that was his.

 “Thank you”

 I walked towards my car.

 “May I ask where you are going?”

 Great this kid wants me to bring him home too.

 “I’m going back to my motel and celebrating a good night. Why?”

 I said with an attitude. He bit his lip. Staring at my breast.

 “Because you got a fine ass, and if you are single, I would do so many things to you”

 “Im older than you”

 “What are you? 22?”

 “I’m 26”

 “You don’t look like it”

 “And im married”

 I held up my ring to his face. He paused.

 “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Get in”

 I said walking into my car. I haven’t gotten boned in a while. Lucas and I don’t make love the same anymore, and we haven’t for a couple of months. We cheered the night away to some alcohol, and great sex. Cheers.