FALLING – A nasty little story

Please note that I regard the language content as essential to the story. However, I have used asterisks for the worst of it

FALLING

“It’s quite acceptable here.
The other women are pleasant, as are the staff. I have bought some running shoes via a catalogue so I jog round the perimeter once a day and two of the staff like to run so they accompany me.
As a long term resident I have my own room, with a single bed, chest of drawers with a small TV on it, even a WC and wash basin.
The only jarring note is the little white plastic ball over the door with a red light on it.
None of this was my fault. I merely reacted to circumstances – action equals reaction, as the Martial Arts people say. In any event, the consequences were never a factor. When they eventually realise that I am blameless I will be released.
I can wait”.

MONDAY
Until the telephone rang Kat was quite content. They had been together for about a month and David was fine. He was smart, witty and charming and the sex was as good as she had ever had. More importantly, he had what seemed to be a bottomless pocket. He had said that it wasn’t serious but she knew otherwise. You don’t leave someone in your bed while you go off to do whatever it is you do if you are not serious.
When the female voice announced itself as Mandy and asked for Dave, Kat had the presence of mind to say that he was at work and that she was the cleaner. The Mandy said could she leave a message saying that she would see him Tuesday evening as usual.
Tuesday?
“Night Out With the Boys” Tuesday.
That Tuesday?
Oh, Davey boy – that’s not nice. Not nice at all.

TUESDAY
Rage boiled in Kat’s stomach like acid. People just didn’t do this to her.
David was ridiculously easy to follow – it was as if he thought that he was doing nothing wrong. He met a young woman that Kat assumed was the Mandy outside a Wine Bar type establishment in North London. Nice simple black dress, nice shoes. Kat lingered in the Wimpy coffee house opposite while they enjoyed a protracted and no doubt intimate meal with wine, then it was back to Chez Mandy in swish Muswell Hill. Kat waited but he didn’t come out. Bastard.

WEDNESDAY
Chez Mandy was a ground floor flat in a large converted house with a bush lined front garden. There was a front gate with a low wall that looked as if it had been hit by a car at some time in the past – some of the bricks were loose.
The rage that had been simmering nicely on a back burner suddenly boiled over as Kat walked up the path. It was evening and getting dark. No lights were showing in the upstairs flat.

When the Mandy opened the door in response to the doorbell Kat said, “Hello bitch, I’m the cleaner” and hit her full in the face with the half brick that she had picked up from the wall. There was a crunch as the brick broke her nose, teeth and jaw and the Mandy crashed over backwards and lay in the hall, her breathing bubbling through her smashed face. Kat stepped lightly over her feet, put down the brick and closed the front door. Then she went in search of the bathroom.
Kat grabbed the unconscious Mandy by her feet and dragged her down the hall, leaving a red snail trail on the laminate flooring.
The Mandy’s bath was filling nicely as Kat, with some difficulty, undressed her, noting the gym trained body and resisting the urge to kick it. She got the Mandy under the armpits and, after rubbing her bloodied face on the edge, rolled her in. She tossed in a cake of soap as a final touch to create the impression that she had slipped on it and fallen. Irritatingly, the Mandy surfaced so Kat took hold of her feet and lifted, ducking her head under the water. The girl struggled weakly for a few moments and then the bubbles stopped coming up.
Problem solved.
After bagging the clothes in a black bin liner for disposal, mopping up the hall and rinsing the brick ready to be returned to the wall Kat, feeling liberated, prowled the flat. In the drawer of the bedside cabinet she found a zipped purse with about £600 in rolled and rubber banded £10 and £20 notes, which she squirreled.
TO THE VICTOR THE SPOILS she thought.

THURSDAY

Shopping. Selfridges of Oxford Street beckoned. Kat blew the spoils on a little black dress by Paul Smith and a nice pair of Jimmy Choo’s to set it off.

FRIDAY

The “few days in Spain” had been arranged more than a week ago and Kat saw no reason not to go. David was his normal witty and charming self as they sat in the hotel restaurant, Kat in her little black dress and shoes, eating steaks with green salad and sharing a bottle of Orvieto. Kat had ordered her steak rare so that she could see the blood as she cut into it. It reminded her of the late Mandy.
After the meal they went up to their room. In the lift Kat asked David if he knew that she had answered his phone. He said that he had been told, but hadn’t corrected the belief that it was the cleaner.
“Least said, soonest mended,” he said. “After all, it’s all just fun, isn’t it?”
David had ordered Champagne for their room and it was waiting for them in its ice bucket when they arrived. While he started to open it Kat wandered out onto the balcony. When he joined her, putting two full flutes down on the little table and leaning against the waist high railing, she slid round behind him, rubbing her breasts against his back and putting her arms round his chest. Slowly, she slid her hands down until they were resting on the front of his trousers.
“Jesus, Kat,” he said. “I really want to f**k you.”
NOT AS MUCH AS I WANT TO F**K YOU, Kat thought.
She moved her hands lower, stooping. When she reached his ankles she gripped them hard. Quickly straightening up, she lifted her hands to shoulder level, tipping him neatly over the balcony railing and into the void. She watched him grab at the air and pedal his legs as he plummeted, making a wailing sound that only seemed to cease when he thudded into the concrete several storeys below, spraying blood, brains and pulped body parts over a large area. Someone began to scream.
Kat smiled down at the corpse.
CONSIDER YOURSELF F**KED, DAVEY BOY.
Turning to go back into the room Kat noticed the flutes of Champagne and picked one up. She thought that she might enjoy a glass.
The End

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