The Crazy Bitch.

I cocked the gun and put it in the center of Roy’s greasy forehead as I straddled his hips. “Put it in my mouth if your gonna pull the damn thing,” I realized maybe I had met someone crazier, wilder than I was. “No, not yet, I still need you,” I slid the thin strap of my silk night dress down my shoulder and pushed the very small bit of cleavage I had together, “ you like this?” I felt Roy’s boxers rise a little, “ I guess so.” I leaned forward pressing down on his chest, my nails slid through his thick blonde hair, I started biting his ear like I’d had seen Sean connnery’s mistress do on television, “you like that too huh bad boy,” Roy only uttered sounds so I continued biting his ear and scratching his chest, he began to shake, “oh you really like this huh baby,” as I lifted my head to meet his gaze I noticed his eyes had rolled into the back of his head foam began pouring from his lips, “Roy! Roy! What’s wrong! Fuck Roy I’ll go get help,” my hands were trembling as I grabbed a robe from the back of his closet I went running out to the living room searching for his phone to call 911 then I saw the coke lined up on the coffee table we had done hours ago to get a little buzz on, the coke I brought. The squeaking from the bed shaking had stopped, I turned and tip toed back to the bedroom, “ Roy?” I whispered. Roy was dead, I could see that all the way from the hall, his right hand was hanging from the bed and his eyes were still sunken in the back of his head. “Fuck Roy, Fuck.” I ran back to the living room, I couldn’t leave the coke, my prints were all over the coffee table and the blade we used to chop it down, the coke itself might as well had my name written through it. In fact I couldn’t leave Roy either my DNA was all over him too, “ think Rach think,” I slapped the side of my head in attempts to pull my shit together. “Set it up, set it all up!” I snorted the last line of coke from the table put my jeans on from Roy’s room which were still warm grabbed my purse and took his wallet and the stash of cash he hid in the top drawer of his office desk. I put a cigarette in his hand and one to my lips, I lit his comforter on fire and walked out the front door of his apartment. Maybe he wasn’t wild enough. -Tera Stevens