A WOMAN SCORNED

Suicide

    My life is over1  Jenny thought. He doesn’t love me, he never did, he was just using me. I want to die.  The proof was there in front of her on the screen of his computer. In his own words, in the letters he had written to others that seemed to enjoy hearing of his villainy. 
    Jen was a small girl. Now just fifteen, small for her age and looking more like ten or twelve. Bookish and bright as a new penny with a fine talent for music that made up for many of the things her life lacked. Her mother was and had always been too busy for a daughter that was inconvenient and her father whom she had never met was just some guy that her mother once knew. Even today it was difficult to be a bastard in a small town where everyone knew each other’s business. Music had been her refuge and had brought her into contact with Mr. Miles. He was the head of the music department for the school and gave private lessons on the side. She had started with the flute early and had come to his attention while still in in grade school. 
    What started out as music lessons slowly changed into something else. A gradual transition from teacher and student to an uncle and a niece. He became the father figure her life lacked. Than as time went on the relationship further changed. She had given herself to him when she was twelve and they had been lovers ever since. He had promised to forsake his life long bachelorhood and marry her as soon as she was old enough but in the meantime they had to keep their love secret lest he be ruined. 
    Now she realized just how phony the whole thing had been.  He had used and abused her and had even bragged and laughed about it to others. Their precious secret was no more than an act. Something that allowed him the use of her body. Instead of a sacred thing it was just another repeat of actions that had fooled other young girls in the past and probably would in the future.
    The truth had come to her one evening when he had to leave for some reason. Being an inquisitive girl she had snooped. Her snooping led her to the computer. Being a bright girl she was able to get past the password in record time and the notice of a group of lettered files attracted her attention. The J file was a group of letters and a journal about her. She read until the tears blinded her.
     I cannot believe how long J has bought my bullshit. By now the others had all found boyfriends and had oh so gently said goodbye. Not J, I think she really believes that I’m going to marry her. Dumb little cunt. She gives great blow jobs and really likes to fuck but I’m getting tired of her. Besides she acts like we’re already married.  She is getting in the way. I’ve got a couple of fresh ones on the string and until I get rid of her I can’t get anyplace with them. Shit I really want to get into P’s panties too, I love redheads.  Their whole time together was there, written down with graphic details. 
    Finally the little bitch put out for me. Took her long enough. Willing but scared, maybe next time she’ll move a little and do without the waterworks. Nice and tight.  Even worse were the letters to his friends.
    Fred, you cannot believe how good this one is getting with her mouth. A natural born cocksucker if I ever saw one. Took long enough but she’s turned out to be one of the best ever.  
    George,  got J to let me fuck her ass last evening. Not bad. You would not believe how tight she was.  She will do anything to please me. Hell she even sucked me dry after I pulled out of her ass.
    Fred, wish I could send this cunt your way. She’s got to go. Any ideas on how to get rid of her. As it stands I may have to kill her to get rid of her. She just will not find a boy her own age. Dumb little cunt still thinks I going to marry her. Like that would ever happen.
   Faced with final proof of his perfidy Jen snapped. What had been a loving young girl became an  avenging force. 
    It took her a week to plan. Her life was over but she would take him with her. He would never get rid of her, every day he would remember her and rue his scorning of her love. It was the night of an important meeting at school. One that he had to be there for. One that would run late. Perfect. 
    She had showed up without calling, something she had done before whenever the itch between her legs or the loneliness in her heath had got too much to bare. He had tried to beg off but her insistent need and her offering of anything proved too much. It was so simple to convince him that she wanted, needed it rough. She begged him to just take her, to bite her. To prove to her that he was the man of her dreams. The man that was strong enough to own her but gentle enough not to have to take her by force. Surprised at first he soon responded. How often did he get a chance to act out his darkest fantasies. With each young girl he found it difficult to reframe from  just throwing her on the bed and raping the shit out of her. Now Jen was asking, no begging for just that.
    In the end he gave her just what she wanted. Just what her plan demanded. Battered and bruised [ but not where it would show] she was left on the bed moaning in a combination of pain and fulfilled need. She had bite marks on her breasts and thighs and her holes were full of his spunk. Now to finish. He was no sooner out the door than she was on the phone. No 911 in this small backwater but just a phone that rang in a house. Her  cutoff plea for help would start the search. Time to end it now.
    Hours of CSI and Law & Order had taught her what she needed to know. Cords tied to the bed. Others tied around her ankles tight enough to cut her flesh told the story of a bound rape. The noose tied from the railing upstairs hung in a place where it was just visible to someone peeking in the window by the door. The handcuffs would prove her unwillingness. The skin under her nails would match the DNA inside her. A last look around as she stepped off into nothingness. 
    its better this way. Nobody will even miss me. He will remember and I will be free of the pain. Just step off  and its over. OH SHIT IT HURTS.  Why didn’t anybody tell me hanging hurt so much. Air, need to breathe. Dear God just let me live. Just one breath. Oh God it hurts so much. Just --one--- brea. 
    As her slender body pulled the noose tight the realization of her action came to her. Her throat was squeezed shut. That pain washed over her body and washed away all her careful planning and resolve. Now she was just a young girl fighting for her life and losing. For an eternity her tortured body punished her until finally the kicks and the thrashing slowed and finally ceased. 
   It took a half an hour for the local cops to run down the Jenny that had made the call. Another few minutes to ask her mother where she might be found. Still more time to get to the proper house. A few unanswered knocks soon led to peeks in the windows. Then the door was kicked in. but then it was too late to save Jenny. She was dead and beyond any earthly help. 
    Mr. Miles was arrested at the school and dragged away in cuffs loudly protesting his innocence. By the time of the trial the rumors that nobody in town wanted to believe were proved true. Other girls were found. The stories of a trusted teacher betraying young girls came out. The letters and other entries in his computer were found. The DNA and the other evidence were so overwhelming that any minor discrepancies were overlooked. It only took the jury an hour to return a verdict of guilty on the charges of statutory rape, of first degree rape, of sodomy, of murder. A life sentence without any chance of parole followed. The teacher and abuser would have a long time to remember her. Perhaps somewhere her sprit looked on and was happy, perhaps.