Alice.
I paced around my living room in anticipation. Mark was on call with one of his acquaintances trying to figure out a few things based on the misstep we had in the past few days.
He soon came back to where I was pacing about in the living room with a grin on his face.
“They can’t trace it to us.” Mark said still grinning but I didn’t find it funny.
“Why aren’t you happy?” He asked, noticing the annoyed look on my face.
“Why did you do it?” I asked calmly and he scoffed.
“Why did you do it?” I asked again with a slightly raised voice.
“What did I do?” He asked with an innocent look on his face like he had no idea what I was talking about.
“Why did you kill him?” I asked angrily, very pissed that he was pretending not to remember what I was asking about.
“Kill him?” He laughed.
“Me?” He laughed again.
“You killed him.” I said in a more angrier tone.
“No, we killed him.” He said, correcting me and I paused.
“I..” I paused, unsure of how to defend myself.
“What?”
“Afraid to talk?”
“Cat got your tongue?” He snapped and I felt like a cold bucket was poured over me and I was even sweating profusely.
“Alice, we both killed him.” He yelled angrily.
“You and I.” He yelled, gesturing to us both.
“Why?”
“You’re scared?”
“You’re the one who created this mess and you’re scared?” He yelled angrily and I hissed.
“You’re the one who forcefully had sex with him!” I countered.
“And that’s what killed him.” I reminded him and he laughed.
“Forcefully?” He scoffed.
“Do I need to remind you what happened Alice?” He asked and I raised my brows.
“You are the one who caused him to die.”
“you’re the mastermind of everything, I was just your sidekick.”
“I just wanted pleasure on the side, if he didn’t run around then I wouldn’t have had to hit him or force him in the first place.” Mark said angrily slamming his hands on the wall.
“Don’t you know what doing something forcefully means?”
“It means he didn’t want to have sex with you, why didn’t you just let him be?” I yelled back.
“It’s your fault, not mine!” He countered with nothing to back up his claim.
“I didn’t do anything!” I snapped and he scoffed.
“You killed him.” He said calmly and sat down on the sofa continuing to drink from the glass of champagne he was drinking before the call.
No!
I didn’t kill him.
I couldn’t have killed him.
I slumped on the floor and pulled my legs together wrapping myself around it.
Flashback.
Four days ago.
“Hello.” I said to the phone for the nth time.
“I.. I’m busy.” Mark rasped out.
“Busy with what?” I snapped angrily.
“Just come to the clubhouse.” He breathed.
I sighed heavily and flagged a cab to the place.
Max and I were supposed to meet at the clubhouse where Sophie’s nineteen year old brother – Dwayne worked as a stripper.
Sophie’s family has always been indebted to mine and so they made Sophie work as a maid to clear off their debt, Dwayne on the other hand always caused trouble and my father was always the one fixing it.
My father had sworn never to fix any of their issues again and when the next issue rose up, they had no one to turn to.
That very day when Dwayne stole narcotics to sell to rich clients and was caught by thugs who took the drugs from him, Sophie begged me to help her brother and that’s what I did but not without something in return.
And so, I paid a huge sum of money for the drugs and for Dwayne’s release and instead of letting him go free, I made sure he couldn’t go back home so that Sophie wouldn’t go back on her word about helping me end Eve.
And the best way I could make use of him to get back the money I paid for his release was to use him in a gay club.
He would work as a stripper and I would get paid. However, I made sure he was comfortable to an extent and by that, I meant that he didn’t have to satisfy clients or anything along that line. His job was to dance and I got paid.
Mark and I were supposed to go and get him so I could use him as my hidden card Incase Sophie decides to talk in jail but what I saw the moment I got there wasn’t expected at all.
I certainly didn’t expect to see Mark and Dwayne doing the freaky right in front of me the moment I opened the door.
“What the fuck!” I screamed and Mark pulled out pushing the said boy away from him letting Dwayne’s frail body fall against the hard floor.
“What are you doing Mark?” I yelled angrily in disgust.
I wasn’t disgusted by the fact that two men were having sex, rather I was disgusted by what I actually saw.
Everywhere was scattered with pieces of shattered bottles on the floor and the said boy was bruised on his face like he was hit and his body had visible marks too.
“Did you hit him?” I asked Mark who said nothing and was putting on his clothes instead.
“Well, He wasn’t cooperative.” Mark said in an ‘i don’t care’ tone.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked and he smirked.
“Well, you were wasting my time so I came here before you, he was dancing so seductive and I asked him for a lap dance but he refused saying he didn’t do that, so I dragged him in here and fucked him senseless.” Mark explained and I scoffed angrily.
“That’s sexual harassment Mark!” I yelled.
“And since when were you gay?” I asked angrily.
“I’m not.” He said and I looked at him like he was the most stupid person ever.
“You just raped a minor who is also a male and you say you’re not gay?.” I said angrily.
“First, he’s nineteen so he’s not a minor and he’s too sexy to take my eyes off him and I’m not gay, I’m simply attracted to every sexy thing.” He said again with negligence.
“So you’re pan?” I asked and he laughed.
“He’s getting away.” He said and I raised my brows.
“Dwayne’s getting away.” He said again and that’s when I understood.
I turned to see Dwayne trying to run away.
“You’re going nowhere!” I yelled and tried to pull him back but he struggled with him.
“Let me go!” He yelled in a broken voice but I couldn’t care less.
I’m not letting him go when he’s my card to Sophie keeping her mouth shut and so I pulled him back with force only for him to slip away from my grip and fall head back on the glass table in the room.
“Oh my goodness, Alice!” Mark yelled the moment it happened.
“I.. I-is… I-is h-he dead?” I stuttered in fear.
Mark moved closer and checked if he was breathing and I watched with fear.
“He’s dead.” Mark said and a tear dripped down my face.
I just killed a man. It wasn’t intentional.
I didn’t mean to pull him so hard, I didn’t know he would fall down.
If Mark didn’t forcefully have sex with him, he wouldn’t be so weak.
“It’s all your fault!” I yelled angrily and Mark rolled his eyes.
“This is definitely not the time to cry, we need to move the body.” Mark said, sounding like he wasn’t even bothered.
“Move the body?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, or you want to go to jail?”
“If you want I can call the police right now.” He said bringing out his phone and I screamed.
“Let’s move the body.” I mumbled after a while.
Flashback ends.
I didn’t even realise that I was crying now until Mark spoke up.
“Stop crying.”
“The first time is always hard but the rest is easy.” He said and I ignored him.
I continued crying instead.
“Stop crying for goodness sake!” He yelled.
“You said you wanted to kill Jason?”
“How are you going to kill him with that frail mind of yours?” Mark yelled and I sighed heavily.
My sobs soon became small sniffles.
This isn’t the time to cry.
After all, it wasn’t traced to me.
Mark was right.
The first time is always hard but the rest of the ride is smooth.