Born Evil by Kimberley Chambers

brother Charlie, he’d steered clear of any heavy shit. Today, though, was different. He was wound up, fucked off and desperate to get out of his nut.
    The day had now taken its toll on him. He’d puffed, dropped some acid, and downed numerous snakebites. He’d also dabbled in needles for the first time in his life, injecting himself with speed to put him on a high and then Temazepan to bring him back down. Now he felt fucking rotten – and it was all Mickey Bigshot’s fault. If that cunt hadn’t turned up this morning, none of this would have happened. Billy would have had a nice Christmas with his bird and son, and not spent it jacking up round some junkie’s flat.
    Off his face, he decided it was time to sort out the problem. He would ring Mickey fucking Big Bollocks immediately and bar him from coming anywhere near his family ever again. He staggered into the bedroom, ripped the quilt off Debbie and smacked her round the face.
    ‘Right, bitch, give us your brother’s phone number. Now!’
    As Debbie looked up into Billy’s glazed eyes, she shook like a leaf. ‘I don’t know where it is offhand,’ she lied.
    Billy put his hands around her throat. ‘You willnae lie to me, you fucking whore!’
    ‘I-It’s in the zip compartment of my h-handbag,’ Debbie stammered. ‘G-give it here and I’ll find it for you.’
    Billy leapt off the bed, grabbed the black handbag and clumsily tipped it upside down on the floor. As he rummaged through the contents, which included a lipstick, baby wipes and box of Tampax, he could feel himself getting angrier and angrier.
    ‘It’s in the zip bit, Billy.’ Debbie was by now desperate to be helpful. His mad expression left her with no choice.
    As he tugged at the zip, Billy noticed it was stuck. Fuming, he ripped the lining with both hands. He shook the bag upside down and was shocked to see a packet of pills and a diary fall out. Now, Billy was no genius when it came to women’s shit, but in seconds he realised the pills were of the birth control kind and had been purposely hidden there away from his prying eyes. Face reddening with anger, he checked the day of the week on the packet before he threw them at Debbie.
    ‘Have you been taking these, you cunt? No wonder you havenae fell pregnant, you lying fucking slag!’
    Debbie said nothing. What could she say? Billy had her diary in his hand and she was too nervous to open her mouth. How could she have been so stupid? What had possessed her to keep a written account of all her thoughts, fears and dreams?
    As Billy flicked through the pages, he started to laugh hysterically. His eyes bulged as he mimicked Debbie’s voice: ‘“Charlie bad today, played up in supermarket. Billy laughed as usual. Need to get Charlie away from him.”’ He frowned and read on. ‘“Spoke to Sharon today, told her I was seriously thinking of leaving Billy. She said she couldn’t believe I was still with him and should have left ages ago.”’
    The last extract had been written on Christmas Eve. Billy read it slowly, his voice filled with sarcasm. ‘“Really pissed off today. Charlie worse than ever, Billy no help getting stuff ready for Xmas. Def. decided am going to get New Year over and leave him.”’
    Sobbing with fear, Debbie lay paralysed in bed. The sheet beneath her felt damp and she knew without looking that she’d wet herself.
    Billy sat on the edge of the mattress with his head in his hands. His first instinct was to sob like a baby. His second was to stand up and repeatedly punch the wall. Losing it completely, he trashed the bedroom before lunging at Debbie. ‘You fucking bitch … you whore! You think you’re taking my kid and leaving me, do you? Over my dead body, you fucking cunt!’
    Dragging her from the bed by her brother’s cross and chain, Billy slammed her against the wardrobe. He picked up the alarm clock then and battered her round the face and head with it, over and over again.
    ‘If I cannae have yer,