He
Had It Comin’
By: Kristy
©2003
Part
One
The iron bar door slammed shut. Kirstie jumped as
the slam vibrated in her ears. She looked around her new surroundings, hugging
the scratchy blanket to her chest. A steel bed with a flat cot on the springs,
a stained sink, and a toilet with no cover. Kirstie felt the pricks of tears
coming to her eyes. Bitter tears started running down her cheeks. She flung
them angrily away. She wasn't going to start now. The bastard deserved it. She
wasn't sorry. Just sorry she got caught....
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
Kirstie
met Nick in a nightclub. Tall, blonde, and striking blue eyes did her in. He
was so charming and offered her her dreams on a silver platter. He told her he
had connections, he could get her a singing job, make her a star...his shooting
star. They went back to her room, made crazy, wild love. Nick had to leave
because he had a gig, he said.
It
became their thing. Nick came by, they'd share some drinks and some laughs,
then they'd move their party to the bed. Weeks went by with booze and sex, but
no singing job. Kirstie didn't want to nag, but he promised her.
Then
one night, tonight, Kirstie asked him again about his promise to get her a job,
make her a star. Nick got up after making passionate love and started putting
on his clothes.
"Where...what
are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding confused, like a child's.
"I'm
leavin, baby," Nick replied coldly.
"To
talk to the guy at the club?" Kirstie asked, hopeful.
Nick
grunted and snapped, "There ain't no guy, baby! I only said that to get a
piece, ya understand?!"
Kirstie
sat back in shock. Nick left the room, making his way to the door out of the
apartment. Suddenly angry, Kirstie followed him.
"You
lying bastard!" she shouted at him, her fists tugging at her nightdress.
"Not
the first time I've been called that," Nick countered.
Tears
streamed down Kirstie's face as she screamed at him some more. "Lying
dirty son of a bitch!" All her dreams and hopes shattered. She tugged on
the half open drawer and pulled out the revolver that was there for protection.
No more shooting star. "You lied to me! Liar!"
Kirstie
didn't remember much after that. It was just flashes of Nick's cocky eyes as he
turned around, the backfire of the gun as she fired, and the stain that spread
on his white shirt.
Soon
after, Kirstie was hauled away and brought here...to jail. She wasn't sorry.
The lowdown dirty jerk deserved it. She'd do it again. He had it comin'.
Kirstie sat down at the breakfast table, along with
the other women inmates. Benches and long tables were what made up the eating
area. The whistle blew again and they were allowed to turn over the tin cups.
Kirstie looked at the women around her, noting their unkempt hair and fingered
her own knotty brown locks.
"So
what are you in for?" the woman across from her asked. Kirstie looked her
over quickly, careful not to look in her eyes for too long. She looked like she
had been here for awhile and knew the ropes. Long dirty blonde hair that
probably would have shone if she were able to clean it. Smooth skin and the
same grey clothes Kirstie wore. The woman was most likely hiding a glamorous
figure. She was thin, a dancer's body, graceful if she was on the outside.
"They
say I murdered my lover," Kirstie replied quietly, keeping her eyes
adverted.
The
woman didn't say anything, making Kirstie look up. She was wearing a grin and
her grey eyes sparkled. "He deserved it," she said, "I'm Dianne,
but most girls here call me Dee."
Kirstie
smiled a tentative smile at Dee.
"I'm
here because of a man, too. They all deserve to die, if you ask me. Filthy
fuckers, every one of them," Dianne expounded.
"What
did you do?" Kirstie asked, her eyes wide.
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Dianne
fell in love with Kevin right away. It scared her how hard and fast she fell
for this man. She never felt like that for anyone else before. He was beautiful
and knew it. Piercing green eyes, the classic tall, dark, and handsome man. He
was sensitive, an artistic type. He wrote her poems and sketched her face.
And
the sex. Incredible. His body was a work of art. A true Adonis. And his body
loved hers with powerful, passionate strokes. A dream come true for a woman
like Dianne. One that slowly became an emotional nightmare.
Kevin
started coming around later and at sporadic times. And when he did show up, he
smelled of perfume and failed to hide the lipstick stains on his collar. They
had spats about his wandering eye...more like wandering dick. Kevin said he
needed to find himself, as an artist he needed loads of experiences. Dianne put
up with it because she loved him and hoped that with her strong love, Kevin
would outgrow his cheating ways.
I guess we broke up for artistic reasons
He saw himself as alive
And I saw him dead
All
that came to a crashing halt when Dianne caught him red handed. It wasn't so
much that she caught him cheating. She accepted his behavior. Until that
moment. Dianne found Kevin in bed with another man. Their bodies were slick
with the sweat that only comes with sex. Dianne was beyond hurt and raw with
pent up anger. She grabbed the shotgun in the corner of the room and shot Kevin
in the groin.
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"He
lived for about two hours after that. He lost too much blood and died,"
Dee explained, her voice chillingly casual. She took a bite of the lukewarm
casserole. "Dirty dicks, all men, they are," Dee concluded.
Kirstie finished her business in the lavatories and
left the stall. She glanced at the woman who had been eyeing her all day.
Kirstie wanted to know what her problem was, but knew better than to give in to
a fight. It was as if she had a problem with Kirstie, but wanted to spring it
on her when she was least protected.
The
woman leaned across her suddenly, grabbing the bar of soap on the sink. She
smirked as Kirstie jumped. This irritated her and, before she could think about
it, Kirstie erupted with an irate, "What?"
The
redheaded woman's smirk became wider and she spoke, "You don't seem the
type."
"The
type for what?" Kristie inquired, looking defiantly into the woman's green
eyes.
"To
kill your boyfriend. You're jumpy in this joint. I never would have thought it
possible," she replied, giving Kirstie respect for the gesture. Kirstie
looked at her, puzzled, so she continued, "Dee's my girl. She told me your
story."
"So
you know mine, what's your story?" Kirstie asked.
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Lore
met Brian at the market after church service. He had been there as well. During
the service, they had exchanged glances. He had been very distracting and instead
of concentrating on the word of the Lord, Lore could think of only that man in
her bed. And he was later that night.
The
relationship progressed quickly. Brian moved in with her and they played house.
Life became blissfully happy. In the morning, Brian left for work and came home
to her and a home cooked meal. After dinner, the sex was on everywhere. On the
table, on the couch, in the bath. Brian wanted to marry her. Lore couldn't get
any happier.
Single he told me
Single my ass
Not only was he married, oh no
He had six wives
Brian
lowered the boom on her and confided he believed men should have as many wives
as he could get. Lore was shocked but hid it well. Brian went further and told
her he had three wives already. And showed her pictures of them....and his
kids! Brian left for work as usual that morning. Lore spent the day crying,
fuming, and then settled into a deadly calm.
When
Brian came home, he was greeted with a sweet kiss and a hot meal. After dinner,
he felt ill and went to lay down. Lore nursed him as best she could. When it
was clear he wasn't going to make it, Lore told him she poisoned his meatloaf
and held up the bottle of rat poison.
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"'You
crazy bitch' were his last words," Lore said, brushing her red hair into a
ponytail, "Lousy cheater. He had it comin' all along."
Word got around fast. Soon every woman knew Kirstie
and her crime. They all understood why she did it and said they would have done
the same. And some had and more. Kirstie sat playing cards one night before
lights out. Two women joined her and they started a casual hand. Then the
conversation flowed.
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Nicole
and Howie started out hot and heavy. But life got in the way of romance and
passion. They lived in sin together and that was great...at first. Money was
tight and Nicole worked in sleazy clubs to help make ends meet. She usually
came home to a dirty kitchen and a lover snoring on the couch.
On
tough nights, Howie's little habits really irritated Nicole. He chewed his
fingernails, he winked at odd times. Just pissed her off and Howie knew how to
push her buttons. One night was the worst. Drunks groped her all night and when
she came home, all she wanted was a little bit of sympathy.
But
Nicole came home to the same old full sink and her lover listening to the
radio, chewing his nails. Howie winked at her in greeting.
"You
wink at me one more time...." Nicole warned.
Howie
grinned cheekily and winked at the irate Nicole. That was it for her and she
whipped out her chick pistol out of her garter.
I fired two warning shots
In to his head
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"Over
a wink?" Kirstie exclaimed, biting her lip to keep back the laughter.
Nicole
grinned. "He was a good for nothing leech," she defended, "He
quit his job as soon as I went to work."
Julie
Jo, the other player at their table, doubled over with laughter, holding her
stomach. Kirstie joined in.
"He
had it comin', sooner or later," Nicole said, laying down her cards.
Part
Five
Kristie dealt another round of cards as Nicole and
Julie cackled over Howie's demise. She listened, with an amused smile, to their
conversation.
"Now
you got off easy," Julie stated, "Howie was annoying. My husband was
crazy...."
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Julie
stood at the counter, chopping up some fruit for dinner. She heard the front
door slam and her husband stomp through the house toward the kitchen. Julie
glanced over her shoulder and saw the dangerous glint in his brown eyes.
"You're
cheating on me," Alex accused. It wasn't a question.
"What?!"
Julie exclaimed, shocked. She set the knife down and turned around to face him.
Alex
started ranting about how she had been seen with this man and then another man
here. All Julie could think was, 'He's crazy!' And he kept screaming at her.
Alex
lunged toward her and Julie sidestepped him with a cry of shock. Alex stumbled
and glared at her. In his eyes, she was dead. He grabbed at her again, but
Julie reflexively reached for the glass milk bottle and brought it down as hard
as she could. It connected with his arm with a sick thud.
Alex
roared, "You bitch!" He came at her again. His eyes widened as a
sharp pain ripped through his side.
He was crazy
And he kept on screaming....
And then he ran into my knife
He ran into my knife ten times
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"The
nosy next door neighbors called the cops and they found me with the knife in my
hand," Julie reminisced, "Arrested me on the spot."
"I
would have done the same thing," Kirstie said.
"We
all would have," Nicole agreed.
"They
had it comin'!"
It was a murder but not a crime
The End
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