Mary Stephens, a junior in high school, lightly placed her latex gloved hands on the edges of the window and quietly pushed it up. The window squeaked once. She paused and surveyed the area to make sure no one was watching. No need of being caught by Gabe's over medicated mother or that drunken deacon-pillar of the community father of his.
Nothing, so she continued.
Mary placed her small book bag inside the bedroom then crawled in. As she pulled herself through, a small shard of glass on the window ceil poked through a glove, ripping a large hole in it. She cursed under her breath as she finished her surge. After picking herself up off the floor, she inspected the breach in the glove. No blood. Just that small detail made her feel as the world had been lifted off her shoulders. The last thing she needed was some nosy Crime Scene geek finding her blood and matching the DNA from it. She could see the headlines now: High School Love Triangle Ends In Murder…
Lucky for her, she had packed extra gloves in her bag. She reached into the bag, fetched another pair of gloves from the box and put them on over the first pair. Now, she was extra safe.
The room wasn't very big at all. A twin bed, chest of drawers and a small desk was it. The walls were plastered with posters of women in skimpy bikinis, some on top of motorcycles others bending over and looking back as if to say: Come and get it boys. Every time she saw those bikini whores, she had to resist the urge to dowse the room with gasoline and set a match to it.
She turned her attention to the trophies on the shelves near the door. Five first place, two second place and one third place. Gabe had been a superstar ever since his dad had shoved a football in his hands and said: Go get 'em champ!
Mary rubbed a curious finger over the head of the largest trophy. It was two feet tall with a plastic, gold plated quarterback posed in position to throw a winning touchdown. That was when it dawned on her.
That's all I was to him, she thought. Just another trophy.
She gritted her jaw as she turned on her heels to stare at the bed…
…Gabe opened the door to his room and motioned for Mary to enter. Her heart skipped a beat as she brushed past Gabe's muscular chest and walked through the doorway. The smile on her face quickly turned upside down as she got her first glimpse of the bikini whores staring at her, judging everything from her clothes to the slight pouch on her midsection. Mary felt like a new pledge being scrutinized byher future sorority sisters. No matter how much she tried to ignore them she couldn't. When she thought she heard one of them giggle, she nearly ran out of the room screaming.
Later that afternoon, Mary rested her head on Gabe's chest. She stroked the few hairs on his chest as he laid back, one hand behind his head, the other holding a poorly rolled joint to his lips.
Mary kissed his nipple, moved her hair from her face and looked up at Gabe. "God, you are amazing." She sighed with an ecstatic smile. Inhibitions now thrown to the wind, she kicked off the now wrinkled sheets and straddled him. Perspiration gleamed from her smooth naked body, making her feel all the more like an ancient sex goddess. "I swear I could eat you up right now."
Gabe smirked as he took a long pull from the joint. He coughed then mashed it out in an old ashtray on the nightstand. "I bet you could." He replied as he placed his hands on her hips.
Then it struck her as if someone had thrown a wet blanket on her. What they had just done meant nothing to him. She was just another piece to him.
She let out a deep breath then began to climb off of him. "I guess this means your magically not gonna want to talk to me anymore, huh?" She grabbed her bra from the foot of the bed and began untangling it.
Gabe sat up and grabbed Mary's hand. At first she pulled away, but then she dropped her guard once more. He pulled her closer to him. His arms wrapped around the small of her back and he pulled her in for a deep, sensual kiss.
"How could I ever ignore you?" He asked between kisses. "You're my girl."
Her heart melted at this proclamation. She tossed the bra to the floor and pushed Gabe flat on his back. "Good", she moaned. "You better not forget it."
Mary adjusted her hips to better straddle Gabe then bent to kiss him as they made love again…
…That was three months ago.
Now it was as if Mary had never existed. Sure for a couple of weeks they went strong and steady. But some time around homecoming, he'd decided that they should take a break. Of course he used the famously clichéd line: "It's not you, babe, it's me."
For whatever reason, this rejection was harder than all the others. Maybe it was catching him making out with Cindy Moore that same day after school or seeing him holding hands with Jessica Chambers the following week. She wasn't sure, and it didn't matter. Gabe Morris was going to pay for treating her like some toy that he played with a few times and decided to toss in the corner after opening a new Christmas presents.
Mary wrapped her hand around the two foot trophy and snapped the gold plated quarterback off. She closely inspected it then pushed it to the bottom of her bag. A trophy of her own.
It was time to get things prepared.
Inside the bag was a clear Tupperware box with a red top. Inside the plastic container was a bunch on extremely hairy, black caterpillars. Their bushy hair reminded Mary of the disco wig she'd worn for Halloween the previous fall.
She had seen a special on Animal Planet about these cute, furry little things. The Assassin Caterpillar, they had been called. They looked so cute and harmless, but that was just an illusion (just like Gabe Morris). Contrary to their innocent looking physical appearance, just the slightest touch to human flesh would cause instant paralysis. The victim would then begin to convulse as tears of blood ran out of their eyes. As the poison worked on the victim's blood flow and demolished their central nervous system, their throat would swell and begin to close, choking their vocal chords as well as any and all attempts to call for help. And finally after six hours of constant torture and pain, they died. Oh, and by the way, there are no vaccines to stop this once it is set into motion.
Mary set down the container and went to the bed. She pulled back the sheets then retrieved the container. Each caterpillar was carefully pulled out of the container with a pair of tweezers and placed on various parts of the black bed sheets. After the last one was placed, she pulled the covers back to their original setting.
Back outside the window, Mary pulled it down, careful not to make any noise. She left the curtain slightly open so she could have a front row seat at the show. Her watch read: 11:26 pm. He would be home in the next couple of hours, probably with some new slut that he picked up at whatever party he was at.
Mary gathered her things and took them home. She made herself a snack and caught the last episode of I Love Lucy before returning to Gabe's house.
As she strolled up the street, she saw Gabe's car at the curb.
He was home.
Mary carefully sneaked back to Gabe's window. She had just crouched by the bushes when the light came on. Her natural reaction was to duck but then she remembered that it was night time and he wouldn't be able to see her out there, especially if he was drunk. And if she knew nothing else, she knew that Gabe Morris was going to drunk on a Saturday night following a big win on Friday.
And just as she had suspected, there was girl with him, but her back was to Mary. Did the face matter anyway? Just another trophy. They wasted no time undressing and groping one another. Without looking at what he was doing, Gabe pulled back the covers. As Gabe and his new lover went down to the bed, the girl turned her head slightly toward the window. It was Mary's sister, Mandy!
Mary's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, and she began to laugh: "Two for the price of one."
I am a 31 year old married father of 3. I live in Dallas, Texas where I work as a file clerk for a real estate attorney. I spend my free time getting tattooed, writing horror short stories and writing and directing independent horror short films.
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