Bad Luck On Love Essay, Research Paper
She moved into the house across the street when I was fifteen. She was fourteen.
I was dumb struck. I had never seen a girl like Lilly before, and probably never
will again. I had to have her. I fell in love from the first moment I saw her.
My father returned from work at his usual time of 5:30 in the afternoon.I ran
out to tell him we had new neighbors. He told me he already knew that. He said
he had met Mr. Smith on Saturday when I was camping out. He asked if I had met
the daughter yet. I told him I hadn’t met her. I had just seen her from across
the street. Dad smiled a knowing smile. You know how fathers can be. He didn’t
tell me till later that he had invited the Smith family over for a cook out that
night. Thank God. I would have gotten so nervous thinking about what to say to
her. They came over about 7:30 that night. We all met them at the door. Mr.
Smith was a small guy, kinda thin with a funny little mustache. Mrs. Smith was
different. I guess she looked pretty good for her age. There was something odd,
different about Mrs. Smith that hit me strange. I couldn’t put my finger on what
it was. Jennifer, that’s what her name was, standing behind her mother looking
bored. They told her to say hi to me, and that is about all she did. She acted
very indifferent toward me. Oh, Well. At least I can watch her all night. My
mother suggested I take Jenny out to the pool for a swim before dinner. Damn
mom, you’re all right after all! I ran up to my room to change into my trunks.
Jenny went out and waited by the pool. I came running out to the deck and she
was standing there waiting on me. She had worn her suit under her summer dress
she had on. I stood there looking as she slowly raised the dress up over her
head. She was wearing a bright white, very small bikini. I had to leave right
away. I told her I forgot something up in my room. You know how it is, she had
an instant affect on me. I had to get out of there before she noticed. It’s a
good thing there was some ice left in the glass I was drinking tea from earlier,
that did the trick. When I returned to the pool she was already in, thank god,
so I couldn’t see her. When she asked what I had forgotten, I didn’t know what
she meant for a second, then just told her, "Oh, nothing." She just
gave me a knowing smile. We swam for a while. I tried to show off doing flips
from the diving board. Jenny wasn’t very impressed. My mother called us in the
house. The barbecue would be ready soon. Jenny and I ate by the pool. I swear I
couldn’t think of anything to say to her. I tried to tell her about our school.
I offered to walk her there in the morning and take her to the office to get
registered. She shrugged what I assumed was an OK. I was happy for small
victories. After dinner we sat around with the parents and listen to them tell
boring stories of their careers, the town, and the local gossip. Mom told me it
was getting late. "Why don’t you walk Jenny home so she can get ready for
bed. It will be a rough day tomorrow, getting to know a new school. I thought,
mom if you only knew how much I really wanted to get Jenny ready for bed, you
wouldn’t have said that. I took the hint though, I offered my arm to Jenny to
walk her home. She just giggled and started walking ahead. I caught up with her
and tried to come up with something cool to say. I wanted so badly for her to
like me. When we got to the door she turned toward me and stood there looking at
me. I hadn’t realized what her eyes were like before. They were the clearest
blue I had ever seen. They reminded me of the morning sky just after the sun had
come up. They were deep, but so clear, and knowing. I couldn’t think of a thing
to say to her. She surprised me. I thought she would just turn and go inside her
house. She stepped closer and hypnotized me with those eyes. Then she grabbed me
and gave me the first truly erotic kiss I had ever had in my life. I was in
shock. She just smiled, turned, and went inside. I stood on her porch a few
minutes, not believing what she had just done. I stumbled off the porch toward
my house, but by the time I was at the end of her walk I was floating on air.
The most beautiful girl I had ever seen had just kissed me the first night we
met. I must be pretty cool after all. **** That night I dreamed of Jenny and all
the things I would like to do to her. She must want it too, to kiss me like
that. I’ve got it made. When I woke up the next day I had a minor problem. Shit!
I haven’t done that since I turned thirteen. Oh, well. It would have to be
expected. I had some pretty hot dreams about Jenny, and they were so realistic.
I dressed quickly and skipped breakfast just to get over to Jenny’s house right
on time. She came to the door wearing a tight jean outfit that really showed off
her figure. The guys are gonna *censored* when they see me walking her into
school. I can see their tongues hanging out now. I’m on top of the world. Jenny
didn’t seem too happy to see me. She just grunted a mornin’, and started walking
toward school. I was a little disappointed. We seemed to hit it off so well at
the end of last night. When we got to school, she said she already knew where
the office was and could make it on her own. I told her it was no problem, but
she insisted I could leave. That kind of pissed me off. I was trying to be very
nice to her and she was being rude in return. Bob and Jay had seen me walk up
with her. They came running over as soon as she walked off and started asking me
what the hell was going on. Bob said," you know a babe like that isn’t
going to have anything to do with a guy like you." How much did you pay her
to walk to school with you?" I told him to screw himself. I told them that
Jenny really had the hots for me and had given me a really wild kiss just last
night. "Sure," Jay said, "and I was out with Uma Thurman last
night myself." Bob got a big kick out of that. He and Jay were really
having a good time at my expense. "Fuck off," I said. Then I went to
class. **** At lunch time I went looking for Jenny but couldn’t find her. She
wasn’t anywhere in the cafeteria or the picnic area. I walked around the school
and finally saw her outside the gym. She was having a good ole time cutting up
with half the football team. I could feel my face turning red. What was she
trying to do? I had already told my friends we had something going on. She was
going to make a fool out of me talking to those guys. I should have gone right
over and asked what the hell she was doing. I had second thoughts about it when
I considered what half the football team could do to me if I pissed them off. I
would just let her have it when we walked home that night. I caught her right
after her last class so I could walk her home. She gave me the strangest look
and told me she didn’t need any help getting home. I told her I needed to talk
to her about a few things and she finally agreed. When I told her how I felt
about her talking with all the other guys she just laughed. "Why shouldn’t
I," she said. "I thought we had started something pretty good last
night," I replied. She just started giggling again. I was getting hot under
the collar. Who the hell did she think she was. "You mustn’t take little
signs of appreciation as anything more than they are," she said. "I
knew you were interested in me and trying to be nice, so I thought I would
return the favor and give you a thrill." "You cant kiss someone like
you did me and just think it’s nothing. You had to like it yourself. I could
tell the way you did it. You must have felt something for me too," I
pleaded. "Oh grow up!" she said. "What kind of boys do they have
around here anyway." You act like your twelve years old. Get a life."
The she turned and walked away. This isn’t the end of it. There is no way I’m
going to let a bitch treat me like that. I don’t care if she is the most
beautiful girl in town. I will get her good. Just wait and see. **** The weeks
went by. My friends gave me hell. They kidded me about being the hot stud who
thought a girl like Jenny would actually be interested in me. I laughed about it
with them. Inside, I was on fire. I had heard she had told all her new friends
what a geek I was. She told them everything I had said to her. It made me look
like some kind of freak. I was really only trying to be nice to her. She is the
one that kissed me. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to do anything on my own. Why
does she tell everyone about me? I was only trying to help. She needs to keep
her mouth shut, but she wont. Maybe I can help her out with that problem. The
ribbing finally dies down. Jay and Bob get back to normal and we start hanging
out just like we did before Jenny came to town. There are more exciting things
to talk about in school these days. Two of the senior football players
disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to them either. It is the great mystery
of our little town. There is a lot of speculation about what happened to them.
The police have come up with no clues. The two missing football players were
dumb asses anyway. They probably thought it would be cool to see Hawaii, got
drunk and tried to swim there. It would serve the right. Jenny is very popular
now. She is running for home coming queen and will probably win. She dated both
of the missing football players at one time or another. She is putting on a good
show of being upset they are gone. She’s probably just playing it up for a
sympathy vote. I don’t think a girl like her really gives a *censored* about
anyone but herself. I thought my anger toward her was dying down, but seeing her
act so innocent really has brought it back strong. She went over the line last
week when she told her friends that I might know something about the football
players missing. She said I was a weird enough geek; I might do something
strange to them. The police even came to my house and asked me questions about
them. It was a good thing for me that I hardly knew the two football players.
Jay and Bob happened to be with me every night before the football players
turned up missing. I had a great alibi. There was no way I could be suspected of
anything. If Jenny thinks I’m weird and would do something like that she has a
lot to learn. I cant wait to see her face when I visit her in the middle of the
night. I don’t think she will think she is so hot then. Pay-backs are hell. ****
I’d really love to mess up her face, maybe cut off her tits, do anything to make
her feel like the geek she has portrayed me out to be. If I could take away her
looks, she would be nothing. That would be the ultimate revenge. Unfortunately,
I couldn’t do that without her seeing me. I don’t want to be caught. It would be
sweet seeing her face contorted in pain, knowing what I was doing to her, and
having her beg for mercy. I have to resist the temptation. I don’t want to ruin
my life just to get back at that bitch. Unfortunately for her, that means she
will not live through it. There will be no witnesses at all. Revenge will be
sweet. I plan my strategy well. I can make it to her house with no one seeing me
in just a few minutes. Her bedroom window is easy to get to. I have watch her
through it many times through my own bedroom window. Hey, she might be a bitch,
but she still looks good. Her window is on the second floor, but there are easy
to climb lattices on the side of the house that lead right to the roof by her
window. The timing will be easy too. Her parents always go out on Thursday to
the local bingo parlor. They are devout Catholics, doing their best to support
the church. Maybe I’ll leave a few marks on her for them. Just a few lines,
horizontal, vertical, and diagonal. Bingo! She’s dead! **** The night is here.
It will happen. I’ve planned too well to fail. I will do it quickly, but slow
enough to let her see who is doing it to her. The bitch doesn’t know who she is
*censored*ing with. She will soon learn. I wait until her parents are gone, and
her light goes out. I watched through my window as she got ready for bed. It’s
too bad she has to die, she really is one hot looking slut. It’s too bad she
hasn’t the personality to go with the body. It’s no great loss to the world
though. She is pure slime in my book. My knives are sharp. I slide them in their
my canvass bag, blade to handle alternating so they wont bang together and make
any noise. I slide out the back door and make my way through the hedges to the
street. There is no street light on, it seems some vandals broke it the night
before last. It’s great the city is so efficient at maintenance. I wait till
there are no cars and make a dash across the street. The bushes at the side of
Jenny’s house make perfect cover. I decide to wait for a while to make sure
there is no noise from inside the house. All is quiet. I can continue my
mission. Slowly, I climb the lattice. Rung by rung, I’m careful to not make a
sound. I roll onto the roof, lay flat, and listen. Nothing. It is safe to
proceed. Her window is open a crack. Thank you for thinking of me Jenny, you are
going to make this very pleasant. Inch by inch I pry the window open. There is
no hurry. I have plenty of time. I glance around one last time to make sure no
one has seen me, then silently step through he window opening. I take a moment
to adjust to the lack of light inside her room. When I can see well enough, I
step toward the bed. She is there, and still beautiful. For a moment I have
second thoughts about destroying such beauty. Then I remember that beauty is
only skin deep, and she is hideous underneath. She will now pay for all her
sins. I guess she thought being catholic and going to confession would take care
of all of that. That’s not so, Jenny. It’s time to meet your new confessor. I
remove my knives from my bag, slowly, silently. She must not know until the time
is at hand. I have figured one plunge to the abdomen will injure her enough to
immobilize her, while I take my time making her pay for what she has done to me.
Just in case, I have brought some duct tape to cover her mouth. If she can still
scream after the first plunge, I don’t want the neighbors to hear. I’m ready
now. Her time has come. I move closer. My large knife is in hand. I slowly move
her blankets down to expose my target. She wears nothing but panties. Should I
do more to torture her? Tempting, but no, I have a mission to accomplish. I
can’t let thoughts of sex interrupt my plan. I am in position. I raise the
knife. It glimmers in the moonlight. How romantic this could be. I take my aim,
and it is true. I concentrate on the goal and plunge the blade. There is little
resistance to the entry. Perfect. No bones are hit. I will have time to make her
feel every cut. Her eyes open wide. It is odd. I don’t see pain in that deep
blue sea. I see more annoyance, and hatred. That is not want I wanted. I want
her to feel it, to know what pain she has caused me. Is she such a bitch she can
feel no pain at all. She stares right at me, she knows my intent. She doesn’t
seem scared. Her eyes almost show contentment. I pause, a little confused. I
expected a much different reaction. I cant believe what I am seeing. Her eyes
almost grin. Her eye’s start to brighten, the corners of her mouth curl, not to
start to scream, but to smile. They lips continue to spread wider to show me the
teeth that seem a mile wide. They are long, sharp, and glisten with red. This
can’t be real, it is not what I planned. She must be in pain. The red, I must
have hit a lung with my knife. She continues to smile, and I know I am wrong. I
understand now. She isn’t just a bitch. It must come natural to one of her kind.
If only I could somehow leave here now, I could solve the mystery of the two
missing football players. They’re not missing, they’re dead.
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