Monday, September 19, 2016


The police did their thing, and Hank followed the ambulance carrying Sheila to the hospital. That's where she told her story.
With the police present, Sheila told how Bill had invited her for a drink the night before and served her a drink laced with drugs. She wasn't aware that anything was wrong until she woke up on the beach. She began walking home where Hank found her. She allowed him to think sex with Bill was consensual because she didn't want Hank to over react and she felt guilty, after all, she'd accepted Bill's invitation. Now she was claiming that sex with Bill, wasn't consensual. He'd drugged her.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"He threatened me. That night he came to the door. You looked away, well, you looked at me, and he made two silent signs. One finger against his lips signaling silence then he sliced it across his neck. Meaning? Well, I took it as a threat. Bill made sure I understood on the beach the next morning.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away." Hank kissed her on the head.
"You couldn't have known," she assured him.
"Go on. What happened next?" The police officer asked as he wrote her words in his notebook.
"He saw Hank leave for the store and knew I was alone. He simply walked in the back door, grabbed me from behind, and pushed me into the bedroom. He tied me up, and raped me, this time without drugs." Sheila wiped away her tears, and Hank pulled her close.
"It's all right. Everything will be all right. Can you continue?"
Sheila nodded and took a deep breath. "When he finished, he untied me. I pretended to cooperate. Told him it was the best sex I'd ever had. Then I suggested I make us a drink. Instead, I went to the kitchen for the gun that I'd seen Hank hide in the cupboard above the refrigerator. I was only going to use it to get Bill out of the house, but he had other ideas. He said he'd kill me and to prove it he slapped the gun out of my hand and then walloped me hard. I followed the gun to the floor and somehow managed to get hold of it. I didn't hesitate. I just pointed and fired. It was the first time I'd ever held or fired a gun."
She covered her face with her hands. "I had no choice. It was him or me."
"It's all right baby. You did well; it's all going to work out." Hank told her as he held her in his arms. 
The police left them alone after Hank assured them he'd bring Sheila to the station for a formal statement in the morning.
The next day, Sheila was released from the hospital. Hank took her to the police station as promised. She signed the statement but minutes later, she was arrested for murder.

To her horror, the truth of what happened had been recorded. In both the cabin she shared with Hank, and the night she seduced Bill in his home after he invited her in for a drink. It clearly showed there was no rape and that Sheila, not Bill was the aggressor!
However, the biggest surprise happened when Bill walked into the interrogation room. He wasn't dead. It was a setup. Something Hank and his good friend had arranged together.
Sheila looked at Bill then Hank. "Why?"
"Because you killed Lydia!"
"What? No! No!" Sheila's eyes were wide, and a light sweat broke out across her brow.
"Yes, Sheila. You did. I have the proof. Remember when you had tea in the park the day she died?"
"Yes, of course, why?"
"She'd told me that you accused her of having an affair with Carey. She couldn't believe that you could think such a thing of her.
"But I apologized. I was wrong. We made up that day."
"Yes, and she was over the moon. She had called me before she left the parking lot that day. She was ecstatic about your apology. She also said she wasn't feeling well. I asked her what she'd eaten, she told me you given her tea with a new sweetener in it. It hadn't agreed with her. Then she was dead. Soon after, Carey was dead.
Hank had turned away from her but continued. "Carey's mother was certain that you poisoned her son. She was right, wasn't she?"
"Sheila just closed her eyes."
Hank continued. "The engagement ring you found in my room. It's the ring my sister helped Carey choose for you. He told his mother he'd decided to wait before asking you because you didn't grieve for your best friend. Then his mother witnessed that same anger and disbelief when you didn't grieve for her son."
Sheila didn't answer, but her gaze stayed on Hank. Almost as though she wasn't listening to his words and simply couldn't believe that he'd turned on her. In the hospital, he'd been so attentive, apologetic. Loving. This man, she didn't know!
"You killed my sister, your boyfriend, most likely your stepfather, and I'm positive that when the investigation is complete, we'll find several more dead bodies in your count."
"How?" Sheila was dumbfounded.
I've been watching you since the death of my sister, and the grim reaper was your constant companion. I've investigated and worked with the police to find more answers. I had Lydia's body autopsied. You poisoned her! You bitch! Your best friend!"
Hank walked to the corner of the room to calm his anger.
The detective in the room spoke. "Bodies were uninterred, and the truth is quickly becoming known. In fact, several investigators are waiting outside to talk to you. One is from New York. They found your DNA at the scene of a murdered biker in Central Park. There's a detective from Hawaii. Your secrets are coming to light Sheila, you won't be free for a long, long time. If ever!"
Sheila swallowed hard. "But … I thought you loved me." Her statement meant for Hank, seemed to hit him between the shoulder blades like a knife. He faced her on last time.
"You were supposed to, but the truth is. I'm just a better actor than you are. Being with you made me physically sick!"
Sheila didn't even blink.
Hank strode to the door, but before he opened it, he said, "I hope you rot in Hell, my dear."
Hank never looked back.
Bill followed but first said. "Uh, thanks for the great sex! Taught me a few things, yes, you did." He smiled at the memory. "But seriously, I'll ditto what Hank said, although Hell is probably better than you deserve."
Sheila didn't say a word. Not for the rest of that day or the 365 days since. She received several life sentences and one death sentence. She refused all appeals.
Death will be the release from the Hell she created. At least that's what she hopes.

~~THE END~~~

Yolanda Renée © 2016
1160 words

Well, folks, that appears to be the end of our 
favorite serial killer, Sheila.
Or is it?
I'm considering a sequel called Sheila's revenge. :)
I do hope you've enjoyed Sheila's murderous journey!

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Remember folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise of the imagination!

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Monday, September 5, 2016


Hank saw Sheila as she made her way down the beach to his side. He stopped in his tracks to admire the view. A smile crossed his face.
"Hi handsome, can I join you?"
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
Sheila put everything she had into that kiss, but the muzzle of a cold nose distracted her.
"Sorry, Duke got away from me," Bill said while fighting for breath and trying to reign in his black lab as Hank and Sheila stepped apart.
Hank, scowled, shook his head, and took off for the ocean. He left Sheila standing with Bill.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."
"And you shouldn't have gotten me drunk!"
"Hey, no one was drunk!" He yelled to her back as she ran to catch up with Hank.
The damage done, Hank swam almost a mile from shore. Sheila wasn't as skilled as he was and stayed behind. Her gaze moved from one man to the other. "Damn it; just go away," she bellowed as she watched Bill trudge to his cabin. An idea began forming in her mind on how to win back her man and rid herself of a mistake that wouldn't just go away.
After their exercise on the beach, Hank and Sheila showered and dressed for a trip to town. Hank was in a better mood, but Sheila knew he was still hurt by her betrayal. She suggested they buy the supplies for dinner and that she'd do all the cooking. They returned to the cabin, and Hank excused himself to the guest room, to attend to business. Sheila started her preparations for dinner but realized that she'd forgotten a key ingredient.
She asked Hank for the keys to the car, but he insisted on going so she could continue to finish her preparations. It was just what Sheila wanted. As Hank drove away, she saw Bill on the beach and waved. He waved back and soon was standing at the back door. He tied Duke to the porch rail and followed Sheila into the house.
"I thought you were pissed at me," he said clearly surprised by her invitation.
"I am, but I don't hold grudges." She kissed him with passion as proof. "I'm really horny and Hank's punishing me." She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
They made love, this time, it was rough sex. Sheila insisted. She wanted to be tied up and gave him the rope. Shocked but pleased, Bill did as she asked, intrigued by her hunger and thrilled with the kinkiness of it. Bruising occurred, but Sheila insisted, "The rougher, the better!"
When it was over, Bill hurried to dress. He knew Hank's trip to town wouldn't take long, but Sheila was one hot woman. He'd just put his t-shirt on, and was pulling up his pants when Sheila fired the gun. He fell face down on the bed, blood spreading quickly across the crumpled white bedspread.
Sheila immediately tore her blouse, ripped her underwear, and messed up the room a bit. She removed Bill's pants, then hit herself in the eye and cheek with a thick hardcover book. She did such a good job she fell to her knees almost blacking out. Blood poured from the cut on her mouth that she caused. Rubbing some of it on the inside of her thighs to help give witness to the roughness of the sex, she positioned herself on the floor just inches from Bill's body and the gun.

Just minutes later Hank returned to find Sheila barely conscious and Bill dead. 

Yolanda Renee © 2016
605 words

Oh dear, she just couldn't stop herself. 
Sheila's killed again. This time with a gun. 
Will Hank be able to forgive that?

Read the other excerpts of
Sheila's Murderous Mind
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Remember folks - this is all fiction -
an exercise of the imagination!

I'd love to hear from you.