Geordie's Entry for Comp #2

[geordie]

Gotta get my subs numbers up Sally 

Stupid
by
Geordie Robertson

You bitch!

I have just told them what I can to clear myself. I left it until the last hour. They would have sentenced me to life, and that would have been the death of me.

Even now, I am not sure they believe me. You did a very good job of denying our relationship.

"Yes, I knew Kevin Blanchet. Yes, I had dinner with him on a number of occasions. But I certainly was not having a relationship with him."

How your glance at me went undetected is beyond me, and I knew what it meant. We had rehearsed this. I even agreed to it, fool that I was. What a fucking idiot. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have trusted a woman who killed her own husband. Yes, you killed him. Okay, it was me that lured him to the hotel room, but you hit him with the hammer. You couldn't wait, could you? I had barely opened the door and ushered him into the room when you hit him, and not just once. I just stood there and watched. You enjoyed it.

Yes, I am a weak-as-piss little shite, as you once so lovingly called me. I was totally and utterly sucked in by you. And I choose my words carefully here. I had never met a woman like you. One as beautiful, one as gracefully, one as horny, and at the same time, one so cunning and ruthless.

I was stupid enough to take the hammer from you and try to hide it by throwing it down the laundry shoot. I didn't notice the rubber gloves you wore.
When you ran screaming from the room, stirring up the whole corridor, and the, I have to admit, very efficient hotel security, I still just played along.


When I first arrived, at your request, to provide financial advice to Brian I didn't know it was you who'd arranged it. Yes, I know that now. I still have some contacts left willing to do some digging around for me. And oh, what a mess they have uncovered. It is painful to listen to them and hear the details of your former life, and what you are up to now. It didn't take you long to find the next gullible idiot to seduce, and he was only the first wasn't he. None of them has had to endure almost two years behind bars as a result of falling for you though. And yet the world still believes you are the poor hard done by widow.

Throughout the inquest and the trial I said nothing of our relationship. Nothing of how I had fallen in love with you. I say it now and no longer does it fill me with pleasure. It disgusts me.

Do you remember the night we lay in bed and you said you wanted to kill him?

"Kevin?"

"Mmm."

"I have something important to ask you."

Jesus, after what we had just done, I would have agreed to anything. And I didn't believe you meant it. How wrong was I?


The idea of pleading insanity was a master stroke on your part. Then I wouldn't have to go to jail, you said. It did start that way but it didn't take them long to determine I was not insane. And it made me look even more guilty.

We were together for seven years, if you count the last two here. How can it be I cannot prove it? You were so careful to book separate hotel rooms whenever we met. Not even in the same  city sometimes. You must have planned it even then. Or is it just your standard mode of covering your tracks. Whenever we were seen together it was always a meeting to discuss Brian's affairs. He had the money, but you managed it, everyone knew it and it seemed natural to be with me, the boring, plain suited, number cruncher, just there to help amass the fortune you've now inherited.

You thought you were so damned clever didn't you. You'd had a practice run hadn't you? I found out about the tennis couch. Yes, it is so cliched, the bored rich woman screwing the tennis coach. So predicable and so easy. But you were able to try out your techniques, and learn how to cover your tracks.

But you slipped up, didn't you? I can imagine you wondering. Why? How? What does he know?

Sam, yes, Samantha, I know she is mine, my daughter. I had my contacts run tests, compare DNA.

"Kevin, the bastard has got me pregnant. We only sleep together once a month at most," you lied. And I believed you.

You still went on seeing me, making love with me, even when you were seven months gone. And then again only a few weeks after she was born.

I have seen pictures of her now, she looks sad. You never showed her to me. Why would you? You had a nanny do all the dirty work. Do ever even speak to her? Do you even care for her?

I'm hoping, once you are where I am now, I will be able to be a real father to her, and salvage something good from this mess. Teach her to be a real lady, not a deceitful, murdering bitch like you.

If we have timed this correctly you should be arrested within minutes. The police are watching your reaction as you read it.

Goodbye and good riddance.

Kev.



Dear Clever Bitch,

I should have known. So now I am not only a murderer, I am a rapist too.

I will get you! You have slipped up, somewhere. I will find it.

Until then. Fuck you!

Kev.



The End

Geordie Roberston © 2005

[SallyQ]

Wow, shades of Body Heat, and The Postman Always Rings Twice there Geordie. I like the 2nd perso narrative. It's unusual to read a story written in that way.

You've just got an extra word in this line: How your glance at me was went undetected is beyond me

I assume 'was' is the extra word. I'm not sure if you can edit it before the comp closes. You can usually edit posts on these forums.

A great twist at the end. And yes, do get those subs up! Your nation needs you!

To anyone wondering what on earth Geordie is on about, we run a 'subbing race' at an MSN. The aim is to submit 500 pieces of work between us by 31st March.

Sally

[geordie]

Thanks, Sally,

I have corrected the extra word - not sure whether that's allowed but I did it anyway. I hate silly mistakes like that. Good on ya for spotting it.

And I have always been intrigued by the second person POV, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Cheers,

Geordie

[Ed]

By all means, edit away until you're happy with it, no probs   I read this story a couple of days ago, Geordie, but I didn't leave a comment - my bad - I'll read it again later and try to say something useful

[JoyceCarter]

The mc comes over very plainly, as does 'the bitch' through his eyes.  Thanks for the read.