To Make Them Pay

Mariana

I ran till I was out of breath. Let's go back to the hotel to get your things. Little Mariana is next. I can't, I, I threw up right then and there all over the side walk. No one was looking so I just turned around and ran back to the hotel which I had a passed a few minutes ago. Once inside I grabbed my stuff and ran again. Call a cab. I don't have to do what you say. Your going the wrong way. I don't want to do this. Come on A. Make them pay. I don't have to listen to you. You don't control me. Suddenly I lost control. I was running back towards the hotel again. This time into a bar. No. What am I doing. I walked in. I was wearing mini-shorts and a tank-top, showing off my cleavage. I walked up to a handsome young man by the bar that looked about 21. No stop. It's not just your body let me have fun. No. Let's go. Mariana. There's time for her later. I walked up to the young man and sat on his lap, then started to kiss him passionately. Ok fine let's go please stop. Let him touch you. Let him touch you like he did. I clinched my fist and punched the man in the face. "Mariana here we come." I said aloud. Then as I was leaving, I saw a young girl with black hair, blue eyes, and olive skin, Mariana. She's drunk. It's perfect. Just push her in the street. It'll look like an accident. Mariana was getting closer. Practically tripping over her own feet. Now A now! As she walked next to me I threw my hips at her pretending I was hammered too. She laughed hysterically as she flew into traffic. I stared with a smirk on my face as she spun. Honking, lights, crash. Her thin body flew through the air and slid on the concrete. My smile grew wider. Her blood smeared the pavement. People came out of the bar and stores and cars. Traffic stopped. All eyes were on the mangled bloody body of the dead girl that lay before them. I walked away in a stride. Not looking back. Just smiling. Never looking back...