Chapter One. 

The Beginning 

Sat in the bar, the sun beaming through the open shutters, the sound of the waves lapping onto the golden sand, the smell of the sea air is apparent despite the fact that cigarette smoke lingers in the air. I am sipping on an ice cold vodka and coke, it’s been the most perfect day. 

As I sit here, in a jersey red dress, just above the knee, a pair of white pumps, it's clear I have picked up some of the gorgeous Florida sun. I even admire the tan myself that I have picked up and have a fleeting thought that my legs are actually looking really nice, making a change as they are normally so pale despite being so long! I am 6ft tall. As I bring my gaze back to my drink, I notice I was not the only one checking out my legs, in fact I realize that almost everyone in the bar is staring at me! 

Ok, so I do stick out a little. This is a biker bar after all, what some call a dive bar, and here I am sitting with my red dress on, legs exposed and blonde, wavy hair that goes all the way to my backside. 

I love it here though, the music is great and the people are so friendly, all apart from today, these are not local biker boys, and honestly I didn't even notice them enter the bar, I sure am noticing them now though. They all have that look about them that says I have been in prison or I am about to go! I really don't mean to be judgemental but it’s hard not to sometimes. 

It was a little daunting to say the least, huge men, wearing their biker jackets, with a patch that I couldn't quite make out, and there I am, sat alone. 

The regulars know me, they look out for me, like if I needed someone to walk me home, block a guy from talking to me, then anyone one of the regular guys would be there, no questions asked. 

However, after I have had a few drinks, like most of us, I feel invincible. As the afternoon rolled into the evening and I had more and more to drink, it was so easy to just sit and drink, the weather was perfect, the music was great and no one was bothering me, which is perfect, I was just alone with my thoughts and my thoughts kept drifting to my best friend. I had been thinking about him more and more lately. 

Before long I was at the feeling ‘invincible' stage, people were starting to get loud and annoying. The music had changed and was now more like heavy rock playing, not my sort of music at all. I know when I get to that stage as I start to get a little angry, would happily say something to someone that was pissing me off and ultimately an argument or a fight would break out, so I left, I am guessing it was around midnight, I did not, at any point feel unsafe, this was a small town, everyone knows everyone, I didn't even notice the door reopen behind me as I left the bar and I paused momentarily to light a cigarette to have on the short walk home. I will point out that there are no street lights on the island and it was almost pitch black out. 

The moment I realized that someone was behind me was when I felt his warm breath on shoulder. In that instant, I felt sober as a judge, I knew what was coming even before it happened. 

The pulling of my dress up, trying to get it up high enough to expose my breasts, his hands were frantic, trying to pull the dress up but at the same time as trying to bring down the brand new white panites that I had just brought from Victoria Secret, yanking at my bra strap through my dress, I felt it rip a little. It felt like a thousand hands on me all at once but In fact it was just one giant biker man. His breath was something out of a horror film, stale smoke mixed with beer and what I can only identify as some form of whisky. I have never and I don't think I ever will smell anything as vile as that again. At least I hope not. 

Its amazing at how quick the human brain goes into fight or flight mode, I was ready to fight, I didn't know at what point I went into fight mode, , it's not like I thought about it, it was just automatic that I went into this mode, I was able to get a great shot right in his old haggard ball bags with a quick thrust of my knee, it was enough for him to relax his grip on my clothes, this is the point that a car with their headlights on drove past, I was screaming so loud, arms waving in the air, I must have looked like some demented demon on the sidewalk, but the car didn't stop, this is when it come to me, I need to get into the road, if another comes, they will see me, could possibly run us down but it was worth a try, I was not letting this disgusting man have any way with me and I would fight until I was dead before that happened, but he was bigger and stronger than me. I had to think smart. 

Before I knew it he had grabbed me back, pushed me up against a tree, its bark digging into my back. 

I always thought in a situation like this I would think logically, but I didn't. I was in a blind panic, with his hands already back on me, trying to force his fingers under my pantie line to get himself inside me one way or another, I couldn't, wouldn't let this happen!

Somehow my bag was still on my shoulder, just a regular handbag, shoulder strap, nothing fancy, just a fake gold unicorn horn, about 5/7 inches long, with a blunt point at one end, gosh I have had that thing on my handbag for as long as I could remember, was a present from my daughter. I can't even say the idea even came to me, honestly, everything was on instinct, but I managed to yank the unicorn horn off of the handbag, gripped it so tight in my right hand which he clearly didn't notice was free from the elbow down, as he had one of his giant hands pushing into my shoulder, he was still tugging at my panties but I kept kicking him away. He was trying to use his knees to force my legs to the side and hold them open but this was not really working for him as I kept managing to get them free and was able to kick him a few times.

That's when it happened, I guess with the force of me tugging and getting the unicorn horn free the handbag slipped slowly off my arm and on to the floor, in that split second moment he stopped to see what had dropped, that's when I took my chance and swung my arm back and threw it back at him with such force, the timing was perfect, as he looked back at me, even in the dark I could see pure evil in his eyes, the whites of his eyes were so bright, but they instantly got dimmer, were not as wide, and that's when I saw that the unicorn horn had slid into his neck like butter. It wasn't even a sharp object, how it went in so easily I have no idea!

This next moment is what what has stuck in my head and froze me on the spot, there was no blood, none at all, not even a trickle, he just stood there staring at me with pure hate, rage and panic in his eyes, he didn't even raise his hands, not to attack me, not to reach for the horn that was embedded in his neck. His knees went first, just like they had turned to jelly and folded in on themselves.

How everything was so frantic just moments ago, was now going in slow mode. As he started to fall to the ground, my hand was still holding the horn that was embedded into his neck. It started to slide out, it was so, so slow, everything was slow motion, eventually he was on his knees, his upper body still vertical, but now the blood was flowing, like really flowing, it wasn't spurting like what you'd think it would, nothing like the movies, but I could see it in the moonlight, gently pulsing out the side of his neck and down onto his chest. It was so peaceful, so surreal, I felt like I was watching someone else go through this, but it wasn't it was me! How was this even happening to me right now? I now realized that rather than get closer to the road we had ended up far from the sidewalk and by a lot of undergrowth, right by a lake, I remembered seeing signs before, ‘Be aware of the Alligators’. This is bloody great, I can just leave the body, let nature take care of the rest. That’s what anyone would do right? Of course you would, why would you call the police when you had only been defending yourself? 

I felt no guilt, none whatsoever. This man had attaked me, followed me, likely would of raped me and then left me for the gators!

Why didn't I want to call the police? I have no idea, it was self defense. I think it was the shame, I didn't want anyone to know what had nearly happened to me, they would of been right all along, I did drink too much, should of been more careful, I was complacent, but honestly I also felt some kind of power grow inside in me, I had after all just brought a huge man down to his knees, had ended his life, he would never get the chance to touch anyone in that way again. I fully believe I was not the first woman he had attacked, clearly no one was able to fight him off like I did. 

I felt, and I still do, feel powerful, invincible, I had survived, I am a survivor, but I am also a murderer, fuck, I have literaly just killed someone, I even heard him take his last breath as he fell forward, landed face down in the dirt.  

All that's in my mind now is who do I call, what do I do. I found my bag, grabbed my phone, scared of the light that was now admitting from the phone, dam why was the screen so bright! Who can I trust at this point, I don't have many friends, well I guess I do but I don't trust anyone, I like it like that, but who can I turn to? I had to call the one person I know that will have my back, Mitch. Mitch has been my friend, my lover, my soul mate, my housemate. Do you know what, my hands weren't even shaking but as I pushed my phone on and it lit up again, I saw the blood on my hands, I needed to vomit but was scared of leaving any DNA behind, felt it rushing in my throat, so I swallowed it down, so strange of what you think about in your darkest moments. My hands began to tremble, I felt so cold now, but no time to think, I had to duck down behind a bush as I heard a car drive by, I couldn't be seen, not now. 

Just call the police, just call them, you didn't do anything wrong, you won’t get in trouble, it was self defense, but I didn't call them. What if the man I had just killed knew the police, what if the police would protect him, what if they thought I was armed and shot me, and tried to cover up the whole thing? It was too much to think about with no time to actually think, so instead I hit the most recent in my call history and of course Mitch was at the top of the list, Mitch, my soulmate, had been my lover, my housemate, all I needed in this world. He answered so fast, ‘What's wrong, where are you?’ He knew something had happened, not the first time I had called him drunk, normally to come get me from the bar so I did not fall on the walk home. ‘I need you” that's all I could manage to say. He told me he was tracking my walk home, and saw I had left the bar from "Find my friends”. That's how he knew something was wrong I guess. We stayed on the phone as he drove, just in silence, not a word being spoken, that was the most eerie thing of the whole night. It was just bizarre. He asked me a few times if I was ok, I just muttered that I was. Once he arrived, he could clearly see what had happened, a guy dead on the floor, my dress ripped, I hadn't even noticed. He said I had a juicy black eye coming as well, when did he even hit me in the face, I really don't remember. I let Mitch take over, I just stood there numb, done what he asked me to, pick up his legs, take his wallet, did the buttons up of his unwashed jacket up. I did it all, before I knew it he was sinking into the dark waters of the lake. Mitch ushered me into the car, told me not to touch anything, just sit. As we arrived back at the house, Mitch shut the garage down, told me to take my clothes off and put them in a bag he had grabbed. I couldn’t move, just stunned into silence at this point. He helped lift the dress over my head, was careful to unclip my bra and gently lifted my legs, one at a time so I could step out of my underwear. He put slippers on my feet and led me to the shower. It was so hot, but I stood under the water, letting the events of the night sink in. 

As the water began to cool, Mitch was there, a towel in hand, he wrapped me up, enveloped me in his arms and he just held me. Held me like that, naked, wrapped in a towel, and we just stood in the bathroom for what felt like forever, it was exactly what I needed. He gently led me to the table, put the kettle on to make me a cup of tea. Right then, I just wanted him to take me, I felt so invigorated, so horny but I couldn't get any words out. Mitch, in his deep husky voice did all the talking, I don't even remember what he said while I was drinking my tea and chain smoking, which he does not normally allow in the house, but tonight he did. He led me into his bedroom, said he wanted me close to him tonight, he sat me down, held my ankles and lifted and spun me onto the bed, told me to rest my head down, I did as he asked. It did not even occur to me that I was still naked until I felt his warm, toned body up against mine, I rolled onto my side, let him be the big spoon, felt him start to grow, but he never made a move, he just held me, all night, every time I woke, he was there, arms warped around me, breaking so softly on my neck, could smell him, the way he is smells, always brings be comfort. I drifted in and out of sleep until I finally woke at 7am, he was still holding me but was also now awake. We talked a little but made a vow to each other that we would never speak of the night again, not unless I wanted to, but he said it was best to just push it out of my mind, focus on something else. The problem is, all I could focus on was him! How did I deserve this amazing, most attractive human that I have ever seen, as my best friend, my best friend!

I stayed in for the next few days, let by black eye dye down enough to cover it with makeup and then it was time, time to face the world, and I was so ready, I am now a killer, I have the power, never again will I feel afraid of anyone. I felt euphoric stepping into the bar that first time. No more sweet innocent girl, I am now a powerful woman and I fully believe that I can take on whatever life throws at me. That was until a few weeks later, on the news, ‘Shoes found in what police believe to be that of missing Trevor Walker’ holy fuck, we didn’t tighten the shoes! 

What happens next is a story of corrupt police, making money by any means, murder, that's right another murder, sex,and a marriage that was destined to fail from the start.  

Chapter 2, Mitch, coming soon……
By Sarah B