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 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!
Read all the
excerpts of
Sheila's Murderous
Mind
Just click on the
title!
Remember folks
- this is all fiction -
an exercise
of the imagination!
I'd love to
hear from you.
