Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

“I said it wasn’t what I wanted, and you know THAT! I didn’t want to CUT you, but you made ME. YOU betrayed MY trust! AND YOU forced MY hand!” she seethes through saliva saturated lips that are clenched tightly together, as she thrusts the knife into his silent decaying corpse once more. The blade sticks clumsily into the dry husk, as if she was stabbing a bale of straw. “I-I-I, I didn’t want t-t-this,” she stammers as fresh tears stream down her weathered face, capturing some more wayward makeup that had still managed to stay somewhat in place from her last bevvy of tears.

“Justification should not be given to them!” Deborah hisses as she lights her cigarette, taking a long deep drag as she does. She thrusts herself up from the seat, taking a moment to brush her P Johnson Femme suit down, before striding over to Lisa’s side. She crouches down beside her and takes another drag on her cigarette. “HE may have been the motivation, but he WASN’T the one who did the deed, that was YOU! He deserves nothing. No weight to the cause, for he’s just a number. A pathetic number on a list that should only be counted for the total, not for who is on IT!” she purrs as she gently loosens Lisa’s grip upon the knife handle and helps her to stand.

“B-B-But w…”

“No buts my dear, we are, we do, and we do not care for what they think.”

“I-I-I,” she stammers as she casts a fevered glance down to his silent shell once again.

Deborah cups her by the chin, and gently brings her gaze back to meet hers. “You loved him, didn’t you?” she asks softly.

Lisa’s lips tighten and her eyes well up once again, and she nods softly.

Deborah smiles awkwardly, “I thought as much,” she says as she slaps her across the face powerfully, knocking her to the ground. “SLUT!” she hisses.

“W-W-What?” Lisa stammers as she clutches her face, and looks up at Deborah with eyes wide and full of fear and confusion.

“YOU HEARD ME!” she spits, as she strides around Lisa’s cowering form in a dominating fashion. “I have given you EVERYTHING! A roof above your head, food in your belly, and a warm, safe place to sleep at night, and all I ask in return is that you honour what has been done, with what needs to be done. Yet, here I stand, listening to you, cry over the death of a MAN! A NUMBER! NOTHING MORE!”

“H-H-HE TOLD ME HE LOVED ME!” she bellows back, her hands wound into tightly clenched fists, and her teeth bared, like a rabid dog.

Deborah closes her eyes, arches her head towards the sky, and sways back and forth on the spot as if dancing to music only she can hear. “Then tell me why?” she sings. “Tell me why he is dead, and I am not?”

“W-W-What?” she stammers.

“It’s easy child, why did you kill him, if he loved you, and you loved him?”

“I-I-I,” she stammers.

“Come now girl, it’s not hard,” she says as she looks back down into Lisa’s red, swollen eyes. “Why did you kill the man you profess to love?”

“I-I-I,” she stammers again.

“Y-Y-You what?” Deborah purrs.

“H-H-He l-l-li…”

“He lied to you, didn’t he?” she asks softly, Lisa nods her head quickly in agreement. “Then, why are you so upset over the death of this lying piece of shit?”

“B-B-Because I-I, I won’t be able to kill him again.” she stammers nervously.

Deborah smiles broadly, “Oh honey, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in transference.”

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