it. I’ll…I’m going to go and get your drugs now—”
The snarl at the other end terrified Shawn. He tried to think what he’d said to piss the man off and realized he’d said the “D” word. No one said drugs over the phone, especially with a cell phone. Shawn didn’t say a word. Sometimes less was more, as his mother used to say, and right now, he’d take less of anything.
Shawn pulled the phone from his ear a few minutes later, having not heard anything for a long time, and realized the phone was dead. He hoped that the man at the other end had hung up and Shawn hadn’t accidentally hung up on him.
Soaking wet from sweating, Shawn took off his flannel shirt and his pants and walked around the suite in his boxers while he tried to think. He’d never been very good at pressure thinking, but now was not the time for mistakes. He had to get the dru…the merchandise tonight. He was going to have to leave the bitch for some other time and get in and get out before he got another call. Walking to the bathroom, he turned on the cold taps and stepped in after taking off his underwear. It wasn’t until he was drying off that he realized he didn’t have a change of clothes.
He simply called down at the front desk and had them send him some up from his favorite shop. Shawn then ordered a huge meal and sat down to wait. Pulling out some of the stash from his wallet, he snorted a hit of coke and laid back to wait.
Shawn knew he’d been a bad boy. Even as a kid he’d been into things he shouldn’t have. His mother had always found out and every time she had to go to the school or wherever and pick him up, she always tried to make it sound like it was his fault. Well, it hadn’t been. Not always anyway. Sometimes he did it on a dare and no one shied away from a dare, not ever.
When he’d been about eight, his mother had slapped him. It hadn’t hurt, not really, and she had cried afterwards. But he remembered the humiliation of her hitting him in front of everyone in the kitchen. He vowed that day it would never happen again.
Killing her had been easy. A lot easier than he thought it would be, and he’d gotten away with it. All he’d done was start putting the poison he’d found in the garage into her tea every day. It wasn’t his fault that she died; someone shouldn’t have left the rat poison out where he could find it. If anyone was to blame, it was the gardener.
He’d thought at the end someone would have noticed that she was getting sicker. He remembered thinking that she was taking too long to die and had doubled the amount he was giving her. Stupid people thought she had died of a lonely heart or a broken one, but he knew. And in the end, she did too. Shawn smiled when he thought about the look on her face when he’d told her what he’d done.
“ You shouldn’t have slapped me. I don’t think you should slap your onlyest child, Mother. That was a bad, bad thing to do.”
She was lying in her bed all propped up and staring at him. Shawn smiled at her when she tried to get away from him, even as sick as she was. He lay down next to her as he told her what he’d done.
“ So you see, you had to die. But I don’t want you to think I didn’t learn anything. I did, a lot. I know that killing you was fun, but like Daddy says, all fun must come to an end. But I’ll get more practice now that I know how easy it was. And by the time I get old like you, I’ll be perfect at it. I will be studied for my methods and when I finally die of old age, they’ll find my diary and read how I, a little kid, was able to do the perfect murder.” He kissed her on the cheek and laughed when she whimpered. “Goodbye, Mother.”
He left the room and went to his own. His mother had lingered for seven more days and in that time, Shawn never once worried about her telling anyone what he’d done. But finally, in the end, he’d given her the straight dose and killed her by putting it under her tongue while she
The snarl at the other end terrified Shawn. He tried to think what he’d said to piss the man off and realized he’d said the “D” word. No one said drugs over the phone, especially with a cell phone. Shawn didn’t say a word. Sometimes less was more, as his mother used to say, and right now, he’d take less of anything.
Shawn pulled the phone from his ear a few minutes later, having not heard anything for a long time, and realized the phone was dead. He hoped that the man at the other end had hung up and Shawn hadn’t accidentally hung up on him.
Soaking wet from sweating, Shawn took off his flannel shirt and his pants and walked around the suite in his boxers while he tried to think. He’d never been very good at pressure thinking, but now was not the time for mistakes. He had to get the dru…the merchandise tonight. He was going to have to leave the bitch for some other time and get in and get out before he got another call. Walking to the bathroom, he turned on the cold taps and stepped in after taking off his underwear. It wasn’t until he was drying off that he realized he didn’t have a change of clothes.
He simply called down at the front desk and had them send him some up from his favorite shop. Shawn then ordered a huge meal and sat down to wait. Pulling out some of the stash from his wallet, he snorted a hit of coke and laid back to wait.
Shawn knew he’d been a bad boy. Even as a kid he’d been into things he shouldn’t have. His mother had always found out and every time she had to go to the school or wherever and pick him up, she always tried to make it sound like it was his fault. Well, it hadn’t been. Not always anyway. Sometimes he did it on a dare and no one shied away from a dare, not ever.
When he’d been about eight, his mother had slapped him. It hadn’t hurt, not really, and she had cried afterwards. But he remembered the humiliation of her hitting him in front of everyone in the kitchen. He vowed that day it would never happen again.
Killing her had been easy. A lot easier than he thought it would be, and he’d gotten away with it. All he’d done was start putting the poison he’d found in the garage into her tea every day. It wasn’t his fault that she died; someone shouldn’t have left the rat poison out where he could find it. If anyone was to blame, it was the gardener.
He’d thought at the end someone would have noticed that she was getting sicker. He remembered thinking that she was taking too long to die and had doubled the amount he was giving her. Stupid people thought she had died of a lonely heart or a broken one, but he knew. And in the end, she did too. Shawn smiled when he thought about the look on her face when he’d told her what he’d done.
“ You shouldn’t have slapped me. I don’t think you should slap your onlyest child, Mother. That was a bad, bad thing to do.”
She was lying in her bed all propped up and staring at him. Shawn smiled at her when she tried to get away from him, even as sick as she was. He lay down next to her as he told her what he’d done.
“ So you see, you had to die. But I don’t want you to think I didn’t learn anything. I did, a lot. I know that killing you was fun, but like Daddy says, all fun must come to an end. But I’ll get more practice now that I know how easy it was. And by the time I get old like you, I’ll be perfect at it. I will be studied for my methods and when I finally die of old age, they’ll find my diary and read how I, a little kid, was able to do the perfect murder.” He kissed her on the cheek and laughed when she whimpered. “Goodbye, Mother.”
He left the room and went to his own. His mother had lingered for seven more days and in that time, Shawn never once worried about her telling anyone what he’d done. But finally, in the end, he’d given her the straight dose and killed her by putting it under her tongue while she
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