Mary had been wandering the streets for a couple days now. She had already sold the drugs she had stolen and made decent money off of them. Only problem she had now was getting a place to live. There was an apartment building she had noticed that seemed to be low key. Maybe there was someone inside that wouldn’t mind letting her sleep there. She entered the building and started walking the hallways. She had to catch a person that seemed like they would be willing to help. So, Mary ripped her clothes a little and smeared her mascara all over her face. Finally, she caught a man in his thirties walking out of his apartment. This guy looked like a grade A sap.

Sir?  Please can you help me sir? My house was broken into and the men that came in there took everything I have and wrecked the place. I tried going to the police, but they did not seem to care too much. I think it was a couple of those mobsters that keep the police on the take. Please sir can you help me?

The man looked at her and without a moments hesitation he offered to help.

Well that is just terrible. I cant believe someone would do that to a pretty girl like yourself. Please, please come in and take a seat, you don’t need to be out here looking like that.

The man re-opened his door and motioned for Mary to come in. That was easier than Mary thought it would be.

Thank you so much sir, really you have no idea how much this means to me.

The man walked in his kitchen and grabbed a cup of water for Mary. He gave the water to her and sat next to her.

I am sorry for what happened. Do you have any family members you can contact, or someone you know that can help you?

Mary looked at the man with tears in her eyes.

No, no I don’t. My parents are both dead and I do not know anyone here. I just got fired from my last job and I have no money or a place to stay.

The man hesitated a moment and Mary knew what was coming.

Well, in that case, would you like to stay here with me?  You know, until you can get back on your feet?

Mary grabbed the man and hugged him.

O thank you so much sir, thank you. I wont be here long I promise.            

So may I ask your name?

Mary hesitated a minute to think of a fake name.

Yes of course. My name is…. Jennifer. Jennifer Miller.

The man smiled.

What a pretty name. My name is Robert Smith. A pleasure to meet you. If you need anything let me know, but right now I need to go to work, so help yourself to any food and I do not have an extra bed but you can sleep on the couch for now.

And with that, Mary had a base of operations. A place she could hide from police or anyone that came looking for her. All was going according to plan.

Mary started off small with petty crimes like stealing money from old ladies and selling low class drugs to people. She was making enough money to get herself some new clothes and help the man put food on the table. The man never really questioned where her money came from, he just figured it was from odd jobs for random people. That all changed when one night he found Mary’s stash of drugs.

Jennifer? What the hell is this shit?! Is this what I think it is?!!

Mary knew she had been caught.

I cant believe you would bring this into my house after all I have done for you. What kind of woman are you?!!

Mary didn’t know what to say. This man might have been a schlub, but he was nice to her.

Im sorry Robert, I had no way of getting money and I couldn’t find a job.

Robert’s face turned blood red. He looked like he might snap.

This is unbelievable Jennifer! Im calling the police, you better hope they don’t take you in for this shit!

The police? Mary thought a moment and knew what she had to do. It wasn’t going to be pretty but she knew what she had to do in order to stay out of jail. Robert started walking to the phone yelling obscenities at Mary, but he didn’t reach the phone in time. Mary had a small pocket knife she kept on her at all times when she went for her drug deals. Now was the time to put it to use. Mary pulled the knife out of her jacket and ran towards Robert silently. She grabbed his head with her arm, pulled it back, and jabbed her knife deep in his throat. The initial shock of being stabbed caused the man to flail around, and he knocked Mary off of him. She jumped up quickly and ran to Robert as fast as she could. He was grabbing his throat, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. Mary lunged at Robert with her knife and stabbed him in the stomach. That’s when he fell to the ground. Mary jumped on top of him, and proceeded to stab him in the chest multiple times. Mary stabbed the man twenty-seven times before she got off of him. Blood stained her hands, her hair, and her clothes. She took off her clothes and burned them in the sink, and then proceeded to take a shower, rinsing off all the blood. She walked out to the kitchen and still saw Robert laying there in a pool of blood.

Dammit Robert. If you would have just kept your nose out of my business you would still be alive. Thanks for everything, but I think its time I go.

Mary gathered all of her things and left the building. She never looked back, and after her final words to Robert, she never thought of him again. After all of the events that took place, Mary unusually had a sense of accomplishment. She had told herself she was going to be ruthless and cold like her father. She never figured it would be this easy.

Moydadir sighs, leaning back on a ledge, slightly bloody from a recent fight with a punk, a woman walking out after he hears some yelling catches his eye.