She quickly glanced to both sides before she slipped into the dimly lit alley. She sneered at the foul smell and when her mind raced to where she was.
The slumps of the little city were true to the definition. Garbage decorated the streets in an unamusing way and the buildings blinked sadly as the lights flickered in the windows. Poorly clothed people grazed the curbs in search of something to eat or anything of value. Honestly, she couldn't believe a place like that still existed.
"Are you Alisson?" A greasy man croaked and stepped into the light. He had an evil light that shone in his eyes.
"Yes, I am her," she said wryly. She had an hostile atmosphere amongst her. She couldn't show any weakness here or else the next chap might jump her.
A freaky grin creeped onto his cracked lips and he jammed his hand into his pocket. His eyes did a trip of her body - taking in her sophisticated appearance and the little bit of cleavage she showed.
"I didn't think you'd be such a little lady."
"Believe me, scum, you don't want to try your luck with me," she warned him and showed him the silver of the kitchen knife she brought as protection.
His smiled slipped to the gross cobbled street and he quickly pulled the satchet of white pills from his pocket. His other hand he held palm up to her.
"The money. Just give it to me," he said curtly.
She was now the one smiling and threw the roll of dollarbills to him. It rolled over the grime and past rubbish until it came to a stop against his bare foot. He snatched it up and the thousand dollars disappeared into his pants.
"This never happened."
He tossed her the capsules and then melted into the shadows again. A low cackle followed and then silence reigned in the alley.
She picked up the satchet and turned on her heel. It slid into her bra before she was in the open again. Acting like nothing illegal happened less than a minute ago, she climbed into her car and drove off.
She pulled into the parking space a block away from the block of flats she came to visit. With a black wig of straightened hair and bright yellow eyeshadow, she entered the building and ascended the stairs to the second floor.
The door swung inward but she closed it immediately after her. Once inside she grabbed her wig and flung it to one side. Her black blazer soon followed and then her black huarache sandals.
From the bag she took out Robert's green shirt. She sat down at the desk and buried her face in the shirt.
She should've brought the shirt weeks ago. She didn't regret it at all. She could think of at least eleven times that she sneaked out of the hospital to feel the shirt against her.
Robert was so close. The closest I have ever been to the perfect man.
She got to her feet and walked over to a wall on the far side of the room. The wall was covered with little wooden frames spaced evenly in neat rows. In most of the little frames there was an item she collected from previous times. Her eyes slid over the boxes and settled on the second last one. Only two remained empty.
She placed the green shirt in the empty box-like frame and then walked over to the desk again. She pulled one of the drawers open and took out the little black box. Inside she found little dolls made from cardboard - blonde, blue eyed and a down turned smile. She placed them in a row on the table.
Twenty one of them. Nineteen without their heads. Like with the box frames on the wall, only two still heads remained. She took a pair of scissors that was in the box and grabbed one of the dolls with a head. Satisfaction warmed her chest when she snipped it off and watched it flutter to the desk. She replaced everything into the box and hid it in the drawer again.
Only one left. Just one and compensation shall be reached.
She undressed there, her eyes fixated on the trophies she collected.
"Hmmm..." she sighed with pleasure and walked over to the wall.
But she turned a quick right and entered the bathroom where a warm bath was soon to greet her. Before she left she took a seat at the desk again and pulled a green journal to her. She flipped through the pages until she came upon a clean one. It didn't take long to write down the murder of Robert and then she was ready to leave.
At home she went straight to the medical cabinet in the bathroom. She searched through the bottles.
"Gotcha!"
She grabbed the two bottles from the cabinet and opened them. White capsules in all of them.
Anti-tremor and antipsychotic medication.
Perfect.
She laughed.
She emptied them in the toilet and washed the capsules away. Then she took out the satchet she bought from that scumbag earlier and divided the capsules evenly amongst the bottles.
There's nothing as good as a placebo.
The remaining pills she flushed away as well. She returned the bottles to the cabinet just as Jack walked into the bathroom.
"Hey, hon, is everything okay?"
She turned around to face him, a cheeky little smile danced on her lips.
Jack kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her bum a little bit. She squealed and kissed him back. She held him at arm's length and said in an innocent tone,
"Oh, I bought some womanly products from the store and migraine medicine...so I was just restocking the cabinet."
He nodded and stepped around her to the medicine cabinet. Jack took out his two medicine bottles - an anti-tremor and an antipsychotic.
"I hope you didn't buy any medicine for my Schizophrenia, 'cause these are full to the brim!"
Oh, no, Hon, I didn't buy any at all.
"Nope, I checked if you had any left before I went to the store," she said instead.
"Of course you did."
Jack kissed her on the cheek on his way out of the bathroom with his medicine in hand.