Jenny
In the livingroom of the two story house, dark-haired Jenny sat there by herself on the sofa, a cigarette in one hand, a shot glass in the other, and upon the coffee table in front of her was an ounce or so of white powder, a plastic straw laying next to the stuff, the twenty seven year old lady sniffing away at the powder now and then, the bitch doing nothing all day long but smoke, drink, and take dope. Dressed in blue jeans, black western boots, a dark-blue T-shirt, and her brown mane raised up high, Jenny still sat there on the sofa, her mind all saturated with drugs and booze, the young lady moving slowly toward the edge of self destruction.
After she took another drag from her cigarette, snorted more coke, and downed more booze, Jenny heard the sound of a car pull into the home’s driveway.
“ Oh fuck...damn it...’, said the woman to herself as she looked at her watch, saying further, “...man..., time always fucken flies...now’s he’s home...fuck!”
Not wanting her husband to see the cocaine, Jenny quickly raised her nice ass from the couch and started fumbling with the powder, trying to put it all back into the small plastic bag that held the stuff. However, as she struggled with the coke, the screwed up drug addict fell over and landed on her beautiful butt, dropping half of the white stuff. As she tried to get up, the front door opened and in stepped her husband, the thirty two year old man back home from work with a lunch bucket in his hand. When he saw his wife, the guy exclaimed, “ Oh no...not again..., I thought we were past all this..., we just paid a bundle for your “rehab”, now this...you’re hopeless...what am I gonna do with you?”
After she finally got to her feet, Jenny said, “ Fuck you...don’t talk about me...how do I know what you’re doing after work...probably fucking some other bitch!”
“ I ain’t going with someone else..., you know that...all that shit you’re snorting is screwing up your brain...you’re all messed up.”
“ Leave me alone, Carl..., you can’t tell me what to do!”, insisted Jenny as she quickly reached for her shot glass, throwing it at him, making him duck, after which the glass struck the wall and fell to the floor.
Angered by her outburst, he put his lunch bucket down to the side and yelled, “ Where did you get the money...the money to buy that junk..., don’t tell me you used the last of my paycheck..., YOU BITCH..., how the hell are we gonna pay the mortgage this month...ARE YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHING?”
“ GO TO HELL...it’s my money too...I can do what I want!”, replied the girl as she reached for the ashtray, throwing that object at him as well, again missing the guy.
“ This is sick..., I’m tired of all this..., we’ve been married for three years now...and it’s always the same thing with you...on and off drugs and booze..., it’s costing us a fortune...not to mention your damn attitude...and like I said..., what are we gonna do about the bills...you spend all our money on dope..., you’re a pain in the neck...I’m starting to hate you.”
“ And you’re a pain in my ASS...”, yelled Jenny, this time taking up the whole small coffee table, raising the wooden thing above her head, throwing it in his direction, screaming, “ HERE...FUCK YOU...TAKE THIS...YOU MOTHER FUCKEN BASTARD!”
The table struck Carl as he raised his arms to protect himself, the guy falling back to the floor. However, despite the impact, he wasn’t really hurt, causing him to quickly get up and march into the kitchen.
“ What the fuck are you doing?’, yelled his wife.
“ I should’ve done this a long time ago.”, replied Carl as he went for the phone.
“ I don’t know what you mean...what the fuck are you talking about?”
“ You need help...but this time I ain’t gonna call the doctor or those social service people..., I’m calling the cops...have you arrested right here and now...I’m gonna show ‘em the drugs..., I don’t care anymore...you’re gonna spend tonight in the slammer.”
“ Fuck you...I ain’t going to jail...you bastard...I show you instead!”
Quickly, Jenny reached for one of the kitchen chairs and brought it down over her husband’s head, striking him as hard as she could, knocking him out cold, his body falling to the floor. After she placed the chair back to the linoleum, Jenny raced down to the basement and found a piece of rope, returning with it to the kitchen. Reaching under his arms, the young lady dragged the man out to the livingroom and then used the rope to tightly secure the unconscious guy’s hands behind his back, also tying up his ankles. Happy to see that he was restrained, Jenny strolled up to the bathroom on the second floor and filled up a pail with cold water, finally coming back downstairs where she poured the water over Carl’s head, bringing him back to consciousness.
When he woke up, the guy found himself on his back looking up at the crazy lady.
“ Jenny...what did you do to me...my head..., it hurts..., and...I can’t move...”
“ You’re all tied up...you ain’t gonna call the cops now.”
“ C’mon...untie me..., you’ll be in more trouble if you don’t.”
“ Oh yea...like what?”
“ Like I said before..., you’re all messed up...you don’t even make sense..., c’mon..., untie me.”
“ Fuck you...go to hell!”, was all she said as she kicked him in the side of his head, the leather boot adding more pain.
“ C’mon, Jenny...., don’t..., now free me...stop this!”
“ FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU...FUCK YOU!”, cried the bitch over and over, still kicking him, the dope and booze really doing a good job with her mind.
“ When this is over..., you damn bitch..., I’ll see that you’re put away for good...you sick whore!”
“ Yea..., I’ll put you away for good!”, answered the woman as she finally walked away from the man, leaving the livingroom and going through the kitchen where she opened the back door and stepped outside, going over to the garage. Inside the smaller structure, the woman found a baseball bat together with a can of gasoline used to fuel the lawn mower. With the stuff in hand, she returned to the livingroom and stood next to her husband.
“ What are you doing?”, asked the guy with fear in his eyes.
“ Like I said..., I’m gonna put you away for good.”
“ Hey..., Jenny..., c’mon...stop...NO!”
POUND! POUND! WHACK!!
Like a crazy nut, Jenny started hitting the guy with the bat, doing it over and over, striking his chest and stomach.
“ HELP...SOMEONE HELP!”, screamed the man as the pain got more and more intense.
“ SHUT THE FUCK UP!”, cried the bitch, this time striking his mouth with the bat, braking his jaw, after which she simply pounded away at his head, over and over and over!
It obviously didn’t take long and the poor guy was dead, the man’s head beaten to a pulp with blood all splattered over the livingroom.
After she caught her breath, the sick woman tossed the bat to the side and fired up a fresh cigarette, saying to herself, “ There..., now you’re done for..., you can’t put me away...I put you away..., ha, ha!”
She stood there for a few minutes just smoking away with her weight shifted and her free hand on her hip until she eventually reached down into his pants pocket and removed his car keys. At a casual pace, Jenny turned around and then lowered her pants and panties, after which she squatted over his dead face and pissed away!
PISS! PISS! PISS!
Jenny peed and peed, pissing down at the body, doing it for over fifty seconds. After she pulled her clothes back into place, the bitch took up the gas can and emptied it all over his frame, starting with his feet and working her way up to his head. Finally, she made a few steps back and then removed the cigarette from her mouth, throwing it toward the corpse afterward, causing a huge fire ball to emerge.
As fast as she could, Jenny left the house, got into his car, and drove off, getting on the nearest interstate, going as far away as she could.
The End