I Know Your Type
Chapter 3: Killer Plan
3.4 Killer Plan: The Ex
Dawn stepped into her bedroom, she saw Dylan laying there completely naked not even covering himself with the sheets as he finished his cigarette. His dark hair was wet from sweating and his skin was damp.
“Are you thirsty?” Dawn asked.
“Yes parched” he replied.
Dawn sipped the untainted wine in her right hand as she walked over to him and then handed him the poisoned glass. She watched with glee as he gulped it all down. Dawn slowly slide back into bed underneath her satin sheets. Dylan snuggled up close to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Dawn wanted it to always be like this, and soon it would she thought. After I kill his fiancé he will be mine forever Dawn thought as she drifted off to sleep.
It was the next morning but barely day the sun had just begun to rise and Dawn could hear vomiting in the next room. Dawn quietly got out of her bed and grabbed her robe from off of her dresser. She tiptoed across her bedroom floor into the bathroom where Dylan sat on the bathroom floor hugging the toilet.
“Are you okay?” Dawn asked with a believable concerned tone in her voice.
“Yeah I’m good, I think I just ate something that did not quite agree with me” Dylan uttered through violent heaves.
“You don’t think its food poisoning, do you?” Dawn asked as she kneeled down beside his limp body.
“It feels like it” he answered.
“Maybe we should get you to a hospital” Dawn said.
“No I’ll be fine, I have to go into work today just get me some ginger ale” he told her trying to sound as macho as possible.
Dylan I really don’t think ginger ale is going to cut it, you look awful she said trying to change his mind.
Dylan was so stubborn, he refused to go to a hospital and insisted on going to work. Dawn went downstairs to get him a glass of ginger ale while he took a hot shower. She took out a big glass from the cabinet and poured it full of ginger ale. When she got back upstairs Dylan was out of the shower vomiting again.
Here you go she said as he handed him the glass. Dylan quickly took a couple of sips then handed Dawn back the glass.
“I feel better already” He said as he walked into her bedroom. Dylan picked up his clothing from the floor and started to get dressed. “Can you drop me off ?!“ he yelled so that Dawn would hear him in the bathroom over the running water.
“Sure, just let me finish showering and get dressed” Dawn said.
Dawn stood in the shower as the warm water caressed her body and smiled. Hurting people made her happy and getting what she wanted made her even happier.
Dawn turned off the shower and noticed how quiet it was. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her then went into her bedroom. “Dylan, are you still okay?” She asked when she saw him sitting on the edge of her bed silently with his face as white as snow.
“No take me to the hospital” he said.
“Okay let me get dressed” Dawn said and she then ran downstairs.
Dawn grabbed the half empty box of mothballs and poured them into the washer and turned it on heavy duty hot water. Then she set the box on fire in her kitchen sink. While the box burned she grabbed some clothing out of her dryer and got dressed. When the box was burnt to ashes she rinsed the evidence out of the sink and went back upstairs.
“Okay, honey lets go” she said to Dylan when she walked back into the room.