𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. joe goldberg

her story: three

[POSSIBLE PROOFREADING ERRORS]
[WARNINGS: MESSED LOGIC, VERY DARK AND DESCRIPTIVE DEATH, DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH]

joe, where did you go?

over the weekend i hadnt had much time to visit, other than popping in before work and such. after mooneys closed, i visited for longer then left. i waited outside to tail you, but you never came out. the next day, i asked for your whereabouts from the girl in your office, who i now know is named elizabeth, and she was clueless. i was a little down, not getting to see you. but i was busy, so i had to focus on my dance recital.

on wednesday, my sisters bestfriend invited me to come to my sisters surprise birthday party. of course i obliged, cause i love callie. then, an idea popped into my head. instead of seeing joe for a short bit to get coffee, how about i invite him to my sisters party?

i pulled out my phone and started texting him.

its a date. oh how those words lingered in my mind.
now, i had to focus on a few important things in our relationship.

1. why the hell is that elizabeth girl clinging onto you, and how the fuck do i get rid of her.

you two didnt seem very close, her actions seemed to disgust you, joe. which was good. her absence would not be missed. but she was your worker. do i want to just go ahead and beat her with a brick in the back room? yes. but can i? no, since where would i put her? its not like theres some lockup in the basement somewhere. so i had to tail her for some time.

i found where she lives, through social media. closely near you, joe. she works part time at mooneys, and full time at a nightbar. she leaves the house at around 7am to go to a gym. she stays at the gym until around 10am. at 10am she gets breakfast. after breakfast she goes to mooneys and works up until 4pm. joe locks up shop at 6pm. she stays home until 7, then drives to the nightbar. she works at the nightbar until 11pm. she goes through an empty alley as a shortcut to the park, which is closer to her apartment. now, how do i kill her?

its friday. tomorrow is our date, joe. i need to kill her today. over the course of a few days, i've been visiting mooneys and making conversation with elizabeth. we've become pretty good friends. but i need to get rid of her. so, after she headed home from her nightbar, she led herself through the alleyway.

honestly? the situation was perfect. her in an alleyway, at 12am, and it was dark? me, behind her, without her knowing, a baseball bat in my hands? i wacked her on the head pretty badly, and she fell over. i think she was still awake, so i hit her a few times over and over. blood covered the bat like paint. it was red, really red. it was a pretty color.

i might've hit her head in a little too much, and i think ive killed her. i was trying to just knock her out, but i was having some fun bashing her head in. its a little easier this way, since i dont have to tie her up somewhere. i pulled her phone out of her jean pocket and slid it into my coat. i need to dispose of the body. i bashed her face so badly her teeth were lying all over the cement. i gathered them up, and shoved them into my jeans.

atleast thats been taken care of. i lugged her body into my car, which was sitting parked right on the curb. i rolled her into the trunk, and slammed the backdoor. i drove all the way back to my apartment, and parked in the back intersection of the building. i grabbed the guitar duffel from the front seat and shoved her in there. i need to dispose of the body. i could dig it up in someones yard and bury her there. or burn the body.

god, why did i kill her in such a messy way! i shouldve just kidnapped her or spiked her drink at the bar. then i couldve had time to think about how to kill her or better, frame someone else.

i only have one option left.

i didnt have any where else to go, so i drove to my dance studio office. it was large, and empty. no one else had the key to my office, so this was perfect. i dragged the guitar bag into the room and layed her onto the concrete. i had my bat in hand still thinking. should i just have some fun and bash her, then dispose of her? thats a little brutal right..? nah, ill have some fun for now.

i zipped the bag up tight and began to repeatedly hit the body. i could her her bones smashing like hard glass. after some time, her body felt like a bag of mush. blood oozed out of the bag like a fucking smushed cream puff. it made me laugh a little. by now, my office was really damn messy. the floor, i could easily clean although.

so again, i brought the bag to my car. this time i had to carry it so blood wouldnt be dripping all over the floor. luckily all it stained were my clothes, which now i would have to dispose of.

i drove to a very far river on the other side of town and dumped her there. her body stayed afloat, oddly and blood flowed out of the bag.

now that shes been taken care of,
no distractions in our relationship:)