by Mandi Rose
on the door
woke Krista up from a much-needed, deep sleep. All afternoon, she’d been
wrapping Christmas gifts. And she hadn’t slept well, last night.
frightened her till she realized she knew the voice. It was Billy, her
ex-boyfriend from Philly. Lord knows what had brought him all the way to Jersey. North Jersey,
yet. Things didn’t end quite well between them. And they hadn’t spoken in two
he even know
where she was living? She’d changed her address, along with other parts of her
life, when they fell out. She couldn’t handle living that way, anymore. The
reminders were killing her soul. Crying every night was not conducive to her
was he here,
now? What could he want from her?
opened the door a crack. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed looking
into his eyes. Behind his glasses, they were beautiful, and deep brown. When he
smiled, she melted just as she always had.
to get a
grip on the situation. She needed to find out what he wanted and how he’d found
shared shone in their eyes, even now. Billy looked good in his blue Levi’s
jeans and button-down white shirt. “Krista,” he said, “Please let me in. Just
for a little while. Just to talk.”
door wider, to give him room to walk past her. She’d always found it difficult
to turn him away.
weakness she had.
the living room, where it might be safer to speak. The last thing she needed
was to jump into bed with the same person who had crushed her, two years ago.
All she wanted now was a peaceful, quiet life, with no complications.
in, to kiss her cheek, but she walked to the other side of the room.
not too happy.
What does he want? she thought, sitting at her desk. Maybe there
she would feel safer. Finally, she spoke.
something you came here for?”
hoping she’d listen with her normally open mind and heart. “I needed to see
you. I needed to know you were OK.”
back the sarcasm. “You, worried about me?”
she said. “That’s a laugh. You didn’t seem to care when I needed you. Why are
you really here?”
pained, more real now. Walking over to kneel by her side, he took her hand,
softly kissed it. “I’ve missed you,” he said, “with such tremendous pain, and
regret, as to our demise. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I hated that you
moved on with that guy after we broke up.”
hand away. “We broke up after you beat me so bad, it took me two weeks in the
hospital to recover!” She got up from the desk. “Somehow, I don’t classify that
as love, Billy. You loved the drugs more than me.”
miss me even one bit?” he said, angrily. “Who are you fucking these days? Or,
should I say, with how many are you
fucking? I know you cheated multiple times on me. I have videos to prove it.”
did I become
a big, tall, blonde woman?” she said. “When did I ever look Spanish, with that
skin tone, and a huge birthmark on my cheek? You’ve got some imagination, Billy.
You found any excuse to hurt me. Well, I can’t say that I missed that.”
how she was
standing up to him now, he had to realize he’d lost control over her mind. She
wasn’t going to cave into his manipulating ways.
look, he rushed towards her, wrapping his big, meaty hands around her throat.
scream, but couldn’t. Quickly, her oxygen was cutting off. He was just too
the desk, grasping at anything she could. Just out of reach, she felt something
metallic, maybe the letter opener. Where were the scissors? Under the Christmas
tree, or . . .
No, here. The scissors were here. As the
seconds passed, she was getting weaker. But
she could . . . just . . . reach them.
strength, she swung her arm up toward his throat. With one, two, three stabs, his
grip loosened from her neck. Blood splattered all over, as he fell to the
air, she stood, watching him die. She’d got his jugular. His glasses askew, he
clutched helplessly at his throat, as more blood shot up. Their eyes met once
more, before he died.
Sad, Krista thought, breathing hard, as she looked around the
room. This was one holiday that would never be forgotten.
under the tree would have to be rewrapped. But . . .
Merry Christmas to me, she thought. At last I’m free!
Mandi Rose is a single mother of two,
working two jobs. Recently she became a first-time grandmother. Mandi resides
in North Jersey with her teen daughter, but has her sights on Florida. In the
little spare time she has, writing is what assists in keeping her sane as she
takes bits from her life.