Butcher Knives Don’t
you kill for me?" That was how it started. Or maybe ended. I'm not sure.
stared at me with those blue diamond eyes. The kind of eyes that made my heart
feel like vanilla pudding.
else would it be?" Her smirk hit bone.
want me to murder Frank? That's a big ask, babe."
blew a smoke ring through a smoke ring. God, she's so cool. "Do you love
know I do." I've never loved someone the way I loved her. It's more than
love. I'm not a smart man, so I don't know the right word, but love is too
ran a finger from her lips to her chest to her stomach to her sweet home,
Alabama. "Do this one thing and we can be together forever. Don't you want
do. And I'll do it. I'll kill Frank for you. I'll kill his entire family for
razor smile sliced through my insides. "Just Frank will do, Andrew."
met at a bar called House of Brews in a nowhere town in Southwest Ohio. I was
standing by the jukebox, listening to Paradise City, drinking a Corona.
you kinda look like Axl Rose."
turned around and saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. The kind of
beautiful that would make good men do bad things. I looked nothing like Axl
Rose, but I played along. "I've heard that before. Thanks. I'm
reached out a small, translucent hand. "Jennifer. You come here
a lonely bar rat. I come here every night. "First time. You?"
You gonna buy me a drink or what?
hard." Her eyes drifted to my crotch.
got her a whiskey and Coke and we talked for hours. She told me about Frank,
her ex-boyfriend. He was rich, kept all his cash in a safe in his bedroom
closet. Maybe this is where it all started.
was four weeks ago. After a lot of prodding from her, here I was, standing on
the porch of Frank’s house. I knocked.
I help you? He stood there in his silk robe, hair perfect, smelled good, looked
man. My car broke down around the block, and my phone is dead. Could I borrow
yours to call a friend?”
Let me grab it for you.”
soon as he turned his back to me, I took the butcher knife out of my cargo
pants and stabbed him in the back. Blood spurted out like a sprinkler, spraying
my face, my clothes, the expensive looking art on the walls. He screamed and
begged for his life, but I kept stabbing him until I killed him at least three
times. As a final gesture, I slit the bastard's throat. I felt like Patrick
Bateman in American Psycho. The rush of
killing Frank was almost the same as fucking Jennifer. Almost.
I went to the safe. Jennifer had given me
It was stuffed with cash and jewelry, just like she said it would be. It took
two gym bags to haul it out to my car. We had made a deal. She gets the cash
and I get the jewelry. This was fine by me going by all the diamonds and gold
and Rolex watches I snagged.
drove straight to her house, bringing the cash with me. She opened the door
wearing only black panties. She looked at the bags, then at me. “You did it?”
nodded. “Frank is gone.” She jumped into my arms, wrapped her arms and legs around
me. “I love you so much.”
love you more.”
about the jewelry?”
the trunk under the spare tire.”
Leave it there for a few days. Just in case. What about the knife?”
it in the creek. I followed your directions to a T.”
grabbed my hand, led me to the bedroom. “I have a gift for you.”
jewelry is plenty. I don’t need anything else.”
didn’t say a word, just slipped off her panties and got on all fours. “Come and
get your gift.”
shook her head. “You can fuck me in the ass. I know you’ve been wanting to.”
Lord. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
your dick wont be the first one that's been in there. Give it a whirl.”
fucked all night.
next day, she texted me. Said she would be at my house at 7:00. She had another
knock on the door.
Oller, Andrew Oller?”
why? Who are you?”
Grant. Do you know Jennifer Jones and Frank Stanton?"
know Jennifer, but not some Frank guy. Why do you ask?"
she called us. Said you beat her up. A black eye, busted lip, two broken ribs.
And she said you told her you killed Frank Stanton out of jealousy."
surprise she had for me was Detective Grant slapping handcuffs on me.
refused to talk. They said they found fingerprints on the safe. Fuck. She had
told me not to wear gloves because it would look suspicious in summer. They
found the jewelry in my trunk. They found my semen in her anal cavity. Rape, they
said. And they found the knife in the
creek. Murder, they said. Mother fucker. Apparently, butcher knives don’t
float. I figured it would’ve ended up in the Ohio river or something. I don’t
know shit about water.
came to see me three years later. She wore sunglasses. Her lips were painted a
proper shade of blood. I tried asking why she would do this to me. She evaded
every question. She wasn’t stupid like me.
a few minutes, she got up to leave.
are you going?”
Hawaii, Costa Rica, who knows? I’ll send you a postcard. Don’t worry, I know
where you’ll be for the next forty years to life.” She laughed as she walked
All I could do was stare at her ass.
And then I realized maybe it was
that perfect ass of hers that started it all. Or ended it. I’m not really