Hot Girl Murder Club

Listen for It

We’ve come to the end now, darling. The end of the road; some might say the end of our rope.

This night has been years in the making.

Getting here has taken a lot of heartache, a lot of false turns.

A lot of faces to smash, groins to knee.

It’s taken a lot of humiliation, of getting my cheeks pinched, my wrists slapped, being called a bitch and a life-ruiner and so much worse.

C’est la vie. In the end, we got here, and that’s what matters.

They thought they could hide what really happened to you, that they were so much smarter.

I can picture them, laughing at our sad faces on TV.

But they won’t laugh tonight. Not when I’m standing in the pitch-black night outside this McMansion monstrosity, a house you would’ve called small-dick compensation back when you were alive enough to crack jokes.

There was no time for a costume change. The minute I heard the news, nothing could’ve stopped me from coming.

Accuse me of impracticality all you want, but I’ve learned there’s a certain value to obsession.

That sounds like one of your lines, doesn’t it?

Let’s pretend it was, because I like the idea of this coming full circle.

Speaking of circles, tonight he’s all alone in that house, and the roles are reversed; tonight I’m the one circling him.

I wish you were here right now, even as a ghost; wish you could claw yourself out of that grave.

But since you can’t, I’ll do the next part for you.

I’ll fly in like a woman possessed and say, Surprise!

She didn’t actually die, not when I’ve kept her alive like a holy flame in the center of my chest. Surprise!

You didn’t get away with it. Not in the end.

There are security signs posted around the perimeter, but no floodlights have tripped on, no alarms have sounded.

There’s nothing to warn him as I stride across the lawn, stabbing twin holes into the turfgrass with my heels.

Maybe the real joke is, I don’t register as a threat, even to his security system.

We’ll have a good laugh about that later, he and I.

The sliding glass door isn’t locked. They didn’t think they would ever experience a consequence, and they were almost right. I seize the handle and slide it open, silent and steady. Tighten my fingers around the grip of my gun.

They thought we’d never find out, never come for them.

Fools.

Tonight, I’m going to make him scream your name so loud you’ll hear it in heaven.

Listen for it, my darling girl. And forgive me.