FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!

Sheila entered the living room still toweling her hair dry when she noticed Hank and Bill at the door.

Hank turned. His eyes said everything. Sheila's heart dropped to her feet, her hand covered her mouth, and she waited for the next hammer to fall. Bill's eye's offered an apology, but Hank's eyes were full of condemnation. Hank took the pair of pink panties from Bill, closed the door, and handed Sheila her underwear. Then he picked up his still unpacked suitcase and left the cabin.

Sheila raced after him once she allowed herself to take a breath. "Please, please let me explain."

"What's to explain? You had sex with a stranger because I was late."

Sheila cried a river of tears. She clasped his arm with both hands and begged him. "It's … Oh, God! Please understand. I've looked forward to this night for over a month. I've dreamed of your touch. God, I just wanted you so bad, and I thought you wanted me. I was angry, hurt, and drunk. I'm sorry. So very, very sorry. Please forgive me, please. I love you."

Hank stopped seemed to be caught off guard. He put his hands on hers to remove them from his arm, and said, "What did you say?"

"I love you," she whispered with hope.

Hank hung his head. Tears filled his eyes. "I've wanted you to say that for weeks. But now, after this –"

"You love me too?" she said with surprise. "Oh my God! You do!"

He nodded but didn’t' say the words. Sheila knelt in front of him. Her arms raised in supplication. "I'll do anything, anything. Just please, please forgive me. I love you more than life itself. I'll never, ever stray again. Please, give me another chance to prove my love, my devotion. Say you'll forgive me."

Hank lifted her to her feet. "Come on, let's go inside. We need to talk." He led her back to the house, Sheila tight against his side, and suitcase in hand.

While Hank finished preparing the ham and cheese omelets, Shelia washed her face and combed out her hair. They ate in silence. Sheila reached across the table to touch Hank's hand. He allowed the closeness, but the look of pain in his eyes said everything.

Hank shook off his distress, stacked the dishes in the sink, then he took Sheila by the hand and led her to the couch and a view of the sunrise.

"Talk to me. Tell me about you. Your deepest darkest secrets. I want to understand what drove you into another man's arms. I believe you when you say you love me. However, I won't tolerate a cheater. Make me understand. Why should I give you another chance?"

Sheila tried. She told him about her rough childhood, how her mother ignored her needs to fulfill her own. She described how boyfriends had used her, cheated, and threw her away. How abusive her father and stepfather were. She told stories that would've had the devil crying. She even shed more tears embellishing wildly to extract Hank's feelings of empathy. Finally, she explained her expectations for their first night together and how deeply he'd disappointed her adding, even more, tears to clinch the act.

Hank pulled her close. "Thank you. It means the world to hear you share your life with me. Let's get some rest. Tomorrow we'll enjoy the beach and talk again. Right now, I'm bushed.

"Does that mean there's a chance for us?"

Hank kissed her softly. "A very good chance. Now get some sleep. If we can get past this, then we've got something truly unique, and I can't walk away from that."

Sheila slept in the Master's Suite, alone. Hank took the guest room. In the morning when she awoke, she immediately went to Hank's room. He was already on the beach, she saw him from the window as he dove into the waves. She turned from the window and caught a flash of light coming from the dresser. On closer inspection, she saw the engagement ring. Still in a Tiffany's Box. 

It was an elaborate diamond crusted band with one large diamond in the middle. More beautiful than she'd ever imagined an engagement ring could be. The knowledge that he wanted to marry her astounded her.

Hank planned to propose. Sheila was both devastated and elated. She would do her best to win back the man of her dreams! Dressing in her sexiest bikini, she hurried to join him on the beach.

Yolanda Renee © 2016

How about that folks - yet another episode without a murder. 
Has love and the possibility of marriage changed Sheila for good? 

Read the other excerpts of

Sheila's Murderous Mind

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 Killer Flowers

 Killer Spice

 Foxglove Tea

 Bloody Tissue

 A Murderous Intent

 In Flagrante Delicto

Getting Away With Murder
Sheila Murders, In Hawaii
A Deadly Retribution
Sheila Falls
One Night Stand

Remember folks - this is all fiction -

an exercise of the imagination!

I'd love to hear from you.

SHEILA FALLS

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Dottie threw a birthday party like no other for her precious daughter. Sheila appreciated the celebration but turning 30 also depressed her. It seemed as though her mother had invited everyone she'd ever known. With a drink in hand, she made the rounds and conversed with her guests but was quickly bored. Sneaking away from the party, she wondered into the garden and sat alone on the fountain's edge. Dipping her fingers in the water, she contemplated her life, where she'd wanted to go, and how she wanted to get there. Here she sat, alone, all alone.

Sheila realized that what she wanted was the white picket fence. After her desperate and bloody trail to ensure financial security, she realized that life was moving too quickly, and all she had to show for it was a fat bank account. Money didn't give her the security of she sought. Sheila wanted love.

"Hey beautiful, long time no see."

Startled, Sheila dropped her glass of champagne into the fountain. "Oh my gosh!" Her hand flew to her heart. "Hank?" She squinted in the dim light. "It is you." She jumped up and straightened her dress. "How are you?"

He immediately pulled her into a huge hug. Hank was the brother of Sheila's best friend, Lydia, her first victim. He was a navy seal, a man's man, and Sheila's first crush.

"Just got back from Afghanistan. I'm good. Real good," Hank said and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "And you?"

"I'm all right."

"Don't bullshit me, if the birthday girl is sitting alone in the dark with the biggest party of the season going on in her honor I doubt she's fine." He lifted her chin to see her eyes. "Happy Birthday! You don't look a day over  21, honest. You're beautiful."                                

Sheila snuggled close and lay her head on his chest. His powerful arms surrounded her with warmth. It felt right. A woodsy Aramis filled her nostrils and made her heart flutter. She'd always had a crush on Hank, but he was five years older and never seemed to have time for her or his sister's silliness. She desperately wanted him to kiss her but decided to play it coy. She backed out of his arms and laughed. "Oh you know birthdays, one minute you're full of celebration, and the next you're wondering where all those years went."

"I do." He was still holding her hands. Their eyes locked. "What do you say we sneak out the back?"

"Lead the way," she told him.

They closed the Bar and then went to a diner for breakfast. Laughter and discussion never faltered. Hank took Sheila home at seven in the morning but promised to return at seven for their next date.

She watched him pull away, fingertips lightly touching her lips. The recipient of the most amazing kiss she had ever experienced.

Her happiness showed in a smile that would never fade. Sheila was in love.

           

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How about that folks - no murder committed. Is it possible that Sheila has turned the corner?

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Sheila's Murderous Mind

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 Killer Flowers

 Killer Spice

 Foxglove Tea

 Bloody Tissue

 A Murderous Intent

 In Flagrante Delicto

Getting Away With Murder
Sheila Murders, In Hawaii
A Deadly Retribution

Remember folks - this is all fiction -

an exercise of the imagination!

I'd love to hear from you.

A DEADLY RETRIBUTION

Sheila had $100,000 of improvements made to her new Hawaiian 1.1 million dollar home, then promptly turned around and sold it for two million. The real estate industry was booming, and she decided to take advantage of it. She also missed New York, her friends, and the big city nightlife. She loved the beach, but her tan was perfect, and she was bored. Leo, her boyfriend, worked too many hours, and while he was always generous with his gifts, he was stingy with his time. Sheila was ready for a change.

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A week after her arrival in New York she was sitting in the dentist's office with a throbbing jaw. Sheila had no patience, and even less when made to wait. The dentist told her she had an infected tooth and needed a root canal. She wanted it taken care of that day, but he insisted she take antibiotics for at least a week first. Sheila didn't agree but followed his advice. In two weeks' time, she had a healed infection, a root canal, and a new cap, but she had a lot of pain too. Her dentist told her to take an over the counter analgesic. Sheila wanted something stronger. He refused, and no amount of flirting or cajoling could get him to change his mind.

Six months later the dentist was found in the alley behind his building. Someone had taken a baseball to his face, and every bone was broken. The doctors were amazed that he'd survived. At first listed as critical, then upgraded to serious, Sheila waited to hear more.

She read the newspaper reports with interest.

The night of the attack, Sheila had dressed in black and stood alone in the alley waiting for the doctor to remove his antique Corvette from the garage. While she stood in the shadows, the doctor arrived unaware that danger waited.

Dr. Martin bent to unlock the garage door, and Sheila hit him in the jaw with the first swing of her solid wood bat.

"See how well you enjoy the pain, doc!"

With surprise in his eyes, he managed to croak her name before the next blow knocked him cold. He lay at her feet, and she just kept swinging. She didn't stop until her shoulder started throbbing. Sheila never thought to check for a pulse. She stripped off her bloodied black sweat pants and hoodie and dropped them and the bat into a garbage bin a block away from the crime scene. Smoothing her little black dress, wiping the blood off her pumps, combing out her hair, and checking her makeup, Sheila felt ready for a night on the town. She waved down a cab and spent the night dancing with her friends.

That entire week, Sheila became desperate for news of the Dentist's condition. She bought several local newspapers, kept the news on all day, and even called the hospital, but learned nothing.

Shelia's had enough and planned her next step. She decided to sneak into another hospital and steal a bottle of propofol. She knew it as the drug that killed Michael Jackson through paralysis, and she just wanted the dentist to quit breathing. Her plan made, she spent that night drowning her sorrows in a bottle of Tequila. 

The next morning she awoke to the news that the dentist had died of sepsis. He was gone and had never regained consciousness.

Sheila went shopping. She treated her closest friends to dinner, drinks, and dancing. Celebrating the fact that she always got her man!

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Sheila's Murderous Mind

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 Killer Flowers

 Killer Spice

 Foxglove Tea

 Bloody Tissue

 A Murderous Intent

 In Flagrante Delicto

Getting Away With Murder
Sheila Murders, In Hawaii

Remember folks - this is all fiction -

an exercise of the imagination!

I'd love to hear from you.

Please leave a comment.

A MURDEROUS INTENT for the A to Z

This blog will be posting 
during the 
A to Z Challenge.

The theme is serial killers.

So return in April 
at your own risk.

In the meantime 
enjoy this short story.

A BLOOD FILLED SUNRISE

The sunrise was beyond words, the colors indescribable. The reflection and refraction of the sun's rays, the ocean, and the great golden orb rising above the horizon were mesmerizing. Well, to most everyone viewing it that morning. Except, Sheila.

Yolanda Renée © 2015

The young woman on the beach practicing yoga took her attention. Sheila had put on a few pounds since the holidays and even though it was early April, she hadn't shed a one of them.

Her visit to the beach wouldn't normally have happened until June, but Sheila hated winter so she made her escape early. This morning while watching the young lady exercise, she caught sight of a good-looking young man. He made the mistake of photographing the yoga girl, and the yoga girl made the mistake of returning his advances.

Sheila hated to have her ire raised so early in the morning but then decided it would give her something to look forward to. She began to plan her next task.

She pulled out her cell phone and made a To Do List. Buy a knife, follow the yoga instructor, slice her throat, and offer comfort to the hottie with the deep blue eyes – were on the list.

Sheila put on her tennis shoes and walked down to the beach. She was pretending interest in the sea gulls by snapping pictures, but she was really watching the young woman. When the woman picked up her blanket and went back to the condominiums. Sheila followed.

Sheila got lucky the young girl lived on the first floor. When she went inside, she didn't lock the door. She didn't even close it. The screen door was all that stood between Sheila and her victim.

Watching from a safe distance, she saw the young woman consume a bottle of water and then disappear into a back room. Sheila followed. In the kitchen, she picked out a butcher knife. She mentally click each item off her To Do List.

In the bedroom, she saw the clothes just discarded by the young woman. Sheila heard the shower spray, and couldn't believe her luck. In her favorite horror movies, the killing of the girl in the shower had always been her biggest fear. 

Sheila had clear shower curtains in her home because of it. She wondered if this girl had the same, but quickly found out that, no, this silly girl didn't. The yoga girl's shower curtains were a beautiful blue-green strip. They matched the accessories in the room.

Quickly, Sheila shed her own clothes and stepped into the shower with the girl. It only took one or two strikes with the knife to kill her, but Sheila took pleasure in her art. She stabbed, slashed, and finally cut the girls throat. She used the extended shower-head to rinse all the blood down the drain.

With the body still at her feet, Sheila showered, washed her hair with the expensive shampoo and conditioner, and then she carefully dried off and redressed. She checked for witnesses and seeing none, Sheila slipped out the same way she'd entered. 

This shower curtain is a sale item!

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 Blood & Bath Shower Curtain

Read the other excerpts of 

Sheila's Murderous Mind 

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1 Killer Flowers

2 Killer Spice

3 Foxglove Tea

4 Bloody Tissue

Remember folks - this is all fiction - 

an exercise of the imagination!

I love to hear from you.

Please leave a comment.