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“All I want in life is to happy…. happy!” The lyrics ran through her head echoing as though they were being shouted from the top of the highest mountain! Tabitha sat there staring at a blank screen unable to think or feel or write. She was numb. Although she was very innocent and sweet, she was exposed! She was guilty. And she knew it. She was called all sorts of thing, a drugie, a cutter, a psychotic bitch. It didn’t matter though. They were right. So why should she argue and fight? She was a whore, she a cunt, a toy, I disposable vagina. It didn’t matter. Life…didn’t matter. She would sit there in her singlewide trailer; listening to her music and feeling alone, suicidal even. She never felt as though she was good enough, never felt pretty, never felt intelligent, never felt much of anything.



Tabitha was deep in thought picturing what her body would look like floating it her own blood when her mother walked in the room screaming some random bull shit. “Are you still on that goddamn computer? Jesus Christ! All you ever do is think about yourself and sit in front of that damn thing typing stupid shit that no one but you cares about!” Mrs. Lizbeth was of course shouting at Tabitha. Tabitha looked behind her shoulder shooting her mother a look of anger and total disgust. After 17 years of hearing the same shit over and over again her patience was beginning to wear quite thin. After listening to her mother bitch for about five minutes she collected her things and headed to her bedroom. She was there the rest of the night.



The next morning her father woke her for another day of the same exact shit as the previous. Her father was the only man, the only person, and the only thing that kept her alive. He was all Tabitha thought she had. He was her life, her savoir, and her best friend. And even though she loved her mother dearly, she couldn’t fight the feelings she had of anger and resentment. As misplaced as it may have been, it was how she felt, and she would not change it for anyone. She scrambled slowly to her feet exhausted for no apparent reason. And as she looked around her pigsty of a room she was too lazy to clean, her days out look became dismal. She trudged into her living room and gave her father their traditional morning hug “hello” and slumped down the nearest chair. After waiting a few moments she finally began to wake up and walked into the kitchen. She rinsed the dishes and placed each one methodically into the dishwasher. She grabbed the sponge and gingerly wiped the countertops. Being careful not to scratch her mother’s precious contact paper. She walked over to the roll of paper towels and quickly pulled some off the large plus sized roll. Tabitha crumbled the paper towels and walked into the bathroom. She reached into the cupboard below the sink and pulled out the glass plus, she aimed it at the mirror and squeezed. After cleaning the bathroom she had to turn her efforts of cleanliness to herself. She grabbed her robe and hoped into the shower. When Tabitha got out of the shower she looked in the mirror and thought to herself, “God! Who would want this?” And after downing herself further she went into her bedroom and got dressed, once again in all black. She wondered out of her room and sat in the living room with her father. She looked around her dirty house and felt nothing but the desire to be somewhere else! To be happy, and to not be alone anymore.



The following Monday Tabitha woke up, cleaned her house, took her shower, and headed off to her mandatory school function as she did four days a week, every week. While she was there so much shit would go down. There was the drama of the stuck up prissy bitches that made her want to exchange her suicidal ways for homicide, the dramatic “romantic” adventures of her good friend Annie, and the way no matter what she did…something would remind her of how alone she was. Once class let out she went home to her boring same ‘ole same ‘ole shit for a life, and turned her music on full blast trying to shake loose her sadness with the bass.





Then her phone rang. It was her Aunt Velma who, despite the name, was only a year older then Tabitha. “Aye man! What’s up?” Velma inquired of Tabitha.



“Not much. I’m just sitin here. What’s up with you?” Tabitha retorted.



“Same! Hey you wanna hook up at the library or something?” Velma loved meeting up at the library. It was her favorite place to go. Reading was her favorite thing in the world. Tabitha agreed to go. She figured it might shake things up a bit.

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After arriving at the Chetham’s Library, Tabitha walked inside and looked around for Velma. While she searched the halls up down she began to search the bookshelves as well, slowly running her fingers across the books! She took out one of her favorites and began to study the pages. “You look very pretty when you read.” A man said coming up behind her and smiling. Tabitha jumped and grabbed her chest.



“Do you always go around sneaking up on girls,” a very startled and equally offended Tabitha snapped at the stranger in her midst.



“Do you always snap at people who are only trying compliment you?” The stranger quickly snapped back. Tabitha looked at him slightly shocked and shook her head. She placed the book back on the shelf and started walking away! She spotted her cousin a few rows down and headed in her direction.



The two girls spent the rest of the evening reading and giggling with out incident. That is until they began to head for the door. “Leaving so soon?” It was the stranger. He had walked up behind them and was looking the two girls in a way that seemed so exciting to Tabitha, yet it worried her.



“And you are?” Velma asked.



“Don’t mind him! He is just a creep, who is being all creepy,” Tabitha looked at him rather testily and the two girls walked away. The next morning after her little routine, Tabitha decided she would see if Annie wanted to do something. So she waited until her school activity and asked Annie if she wanted to go somewhere. After talking it over, the girl’s decided to go to a local bar where underage kids could get in.



After the two girls arrived they ordered a couple drinks and sat down to talk. “So yeah, Joey said that he like me, but I don’t know about him cause I like Marcus. What do you think?”



Annie was going on about her drama when a man walked over to their table and looked at Tabitha while saying, “well, well. You do get around don’t you?”



“Who is this?” Annie asked in her rather snobby tone of voice.



“This is the creep from the library. I told you about him.” Tabitha looked up at the strange man and shot him the coldest look she had within her. Afterward rolling her eyes and looking down into her glass.



“Oh! So what are you staking her now or something?” Annie said, now in total bitch mode. The two girls looked at eachother giggling.







The stranger looked at the two girls and started to walk away. Making contestant eye contact the whole time he was walking to the door with Tabitha she realized that maybe this is why she’s alone! Not enough risks. Suddenly she felt compelled to go with him. She got up and marched out the door. “So you get off on creeping young girls out or what?” Tabitha marched up to the stranger who was hoping on his motorcycle.



“So you wanna ride or what?” He smirked and retorted. Tabitha looked at him in awe, desperation, and intrigue. She hoped on the back of his bike and they to rode off.



At some point they ended up on the side of the road. The wind breezing through her hair Tabitha looked at the man and said, “ So do you have a name or what?”



“Haha,” he snickered and looked in her eyes. “So now you wanna know my name? A few hours ago I was the creep from the library.”

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“Well I figure if you are taking me away I ought to know a little something about you.” Tabitha said very shy and innocently. She looked at him and cocked her head to the side.



“Ha! I see I see! The names Pyreace. And I’de ask you yours but I don’t give a fuck.” Pyreace looked at her studying her hips, her breasts… her whole body called out to him.



Moments later a cop pulled up beside them. “You need some help over here?” He asked



“No thanks officer, I think we’re ok! Just taking a rest form the road.” Pyreace responded.



The cop got out of his car and started walking over to them. Looking at Tabitha’s body he slowly shifted his eyes on Pyreace, then back to Tabitha. “You know you kids really aren’t supposed to be here.” The cop said looking Tabitha’s body up and down and licking his lips.



“Are we in trouble then?” Tabitha asked trying to look as innocent as possible.



“Well I think we could work something out.” The cop walked over to Tabitha, wrapped his arms around her waste and started to tongue kiss her.



At first Tabitha kissed him back, intrigued by his aggressiveness. Until she made eye contact with Pyreace. Pyreace walked over to the cop and kit him over the head with a rock. Blood splattered all over Tabitha’s cloths and Pyreace’s face. Pyreace stepped into Tabitha’s body and kissed her. After making love on the hood of the now deceased polices officer’s car, the two young lovers hoped on Pyreace’s bike and rode off. Two days and three murders later Tabitha woke in her and Pyreace’s motel room. They were now in Berlin. Hundreds of miles away from the pain and mental anguish Tabitha felt in Manchester. She was falling in love with Pyreace and thought that everything was going to be ok now. She thought that her life was finally going to feel complete, that she was going to feel happy and car free. Sadly she was going to be disappointed. As Tabitha woke up, Pyreace came barging into the motel room shouting something about another victim. “Fucking bastard should’ve realized who he was dealing with,” Pyreace shouted as he began to knock over the furniture.



“Babe? What’s wrong? What happened?” Tabitha worriedly asked Pyreace. Tabitha sat up in the bed and held the black colored sheet to her bare chest.



Pyreace shot a shuddering look in Tabitha’s direction. She looked into his eyes and didn’t recognize the man in front of her. “Get up,” Pyreace said as he charged in Tabitha’s direction, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of bed. “We’re leaving. We have to get the fuck out Berlin.”



“Pyreace you’re hurting me.” Tabitha whined as Pyreace dragged her across the room by her arm. “What the hell happened?”



“We have to leave. Now! Get you shit and lets go.” Pyreace flung Tabitha toward her suitcase and opened a bottle of Absinthe. “I killed someone. We have to get out of here. They’re ganna come after me Tabby. Do you understand? They’re ganna to come after US.” Pyreace and Tabitha scurried out the door and jacked the first car they saw. After driving for what seemed like several hours Tabitha’s mind finally stopped racing.



“What happened back there babe?” Tabitha looked at Pyreace’s face and asked. She was thinking how he didn’t seem like him anymore. He seemed colder, more distant, angrier then before.



“Nothing. I’m sorry about that babe! I never met for you to see me like that. Forgive me?” Pyreace reached over and tucked the little bit of hair in Tabitha’s face behind her ear.







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“Of course baby! You know I can’t stay mad at you.” Tabitha said this as she looked away from him and stared out the window, contemplating her new despair. She was scared for her life now. Pyreace was out of control. He wasn’t killing out of necessity; he was killing out of rage and anger. Time went by and as they went from Ireland to Italy to France, the fear in Tabitha grew more and more intense. She feared he would turn her one-day. She feared she would be his next victim. By the time they got to Portugal Pyreace had gotten so bad and Tabitha was scared, every moment, of everyday, was nothing but tense and uncomfortable. She was scared to refuse him sex; she was sacred to disagree about a motel room, about lunch, or dinner, everything.



“Babe, this room has roaches.” Tabitha said as though she was about to cry looking at the ground of tonight’s room.



Pyreace slammed his bottle of Old Turkey on the nightstand and looked over at Tabitha. “How about you go sleep on the fucking street then.” Pyreace snapped. “Or better yet. Why don’t you go and whore your pretty little ass off so we can afford someplace better.”



“I’m sorry babe. Please don’t be mad at me. You know I didn’t mean that. Don’t be mad at me.” Tabitha sounded quite desperate and scared as her words stammered out of her mouth. He snapped at her every time she spoke. He even smacked her around every once in awhile. Pyreace walked over to his Tabby and kissed her. Placing one hand on her lower back and one behind her head, he grabbed her hair and threw her to the bed. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his body made her gag. After he finished up he rolled over and passed out. Now crying and alone Tabitha decided she couldn’t take it anymore. She snuck out of the bed, grabbed her shoes, and walked out the door. Turning around she had what she hoped to be her last look at Pyreace.



Tabitha whored her way home to Manchester where she was greeted less then warmly by the police. She new she could take responsibility for her part. Or, she could take the bitch way out and tell them he made her do everything. She was nothing more then a pawn in his twisted game of lust, murder and drug abuse. Several years later as Tabitha thought back to the day she returned to Manchester. Being question by the police, hugging her father and mother. Then she pushed it in the back of her mind. She walked into the bathroom, climbed in the tub, and slid the razor across her wrists. That night she returned to Pyreace, who had died 6 days after she left him in fiery plane crash headed for Manchester, England.













































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