Callie

Oh Callie, didn’t you know loving another girl is a sin? ONE SHOT

Callie

Callie just sits there, her chin on her open hand, the other hand on her open heart.

Today was the day.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Callie wants to tell her today.

But alas, how cruel fate was! To make her one and true love a woman, however, was just a mere setback that only their pure, undying love would make dispense of.

Oh. She walks into the classroom now. Callie could hardly sustain her cool, outward appearance. But how lovely she is! Her sweet cutely face framed by those gorgeous locks of hair. Callie couldn’t contain herself as her hands reached for those plump, pink-

No! Not now!

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

No! No, not yet. Not yet, Callie.

Callie licked her lips and viciously grabbed her knee in anticipation as the goddess walked passed her.

“Hey babe.”

Hissing her teeth, Callie knew she hated this part the most.

“Hey honey.”

No! Wait! Hold it in Callie! Hold. It. In.

“Mmm…No, not now honey, class is starting.”

Blood. Blood dripped down from Callie’s fist as the fingernails grazed her skin.

Him. He. Them. They. Yes, those would be a distraction.

“Babe, want to hang with me and the guys after school?”

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

A distraction indeed.

“Uhm…excuse me?” Callie asks after school.

She approaches a group of petty little kids from her opinion, not to mention that they were three years older than her.

Truthfully Callie wouldn’t bother with these types. Who would? Disgusting little rats was what they were.

What Callie really wanted…

“Oh hey! Chill guys! This is my neighbor!” An angelic voice said.

She strolls in front of Callie and smiles sweetly at her.

“Hey babe! Weren’t we going to hang out?”

“Excuse me honey! You’re being rude!”

She turns to Callie, her hazel nut eyes putting their full attention on Callie.

Oh how Callie would kill for this moment everyday. How she wished her sweet goddess would give this, single, focused attention to her. Nights she would dream of her goddess coming to her clad only in moonlight giving Callie her utmost-

No. No. No. No. No.

Sustain yourself, Callie.

Yes, Callie spoke in her essence. Breath.

“So hey Callie? Could you tell your mom she won’t be taking me home today?”

NO! WHAT WAS THIS!? HOW COULD SHE EVEN…NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!

“Yeah sure,” Callie answered, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“You got it.”

She gives Callie a sweet smile before leaving towards her group.

To them.

NO! NO! NO! HOW DARE SHE? SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO COME WITH HER!! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO RIDE WITH HER!! NO! NO! NO! NO!!

No. Calm down Callie.

Sustain yourself.

This was not her Goddess’ fault, no. Heavens no, her sweetie couldn’t possibly do anything wrong.

It was those men, those bloody idiots.

Callie looks up from the group striding away from her cold body.

She spots on one of them, reaching around her goddess’ body.

Eyes harden to rock.

Men.

Later into the night, well passed midnight in fact, Callie sits aloof on her bed. Legs stretched out and a knife in her hand.

She shivers in pleasure as she runs the knife across her open stomach, pictures scattered of her goddess next to her.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

As pleasures continue, Callie actually lives next to her wonderful goddess. They’ve been neighbors ever since the fifth grade.

How more pleasurable that Callie’s window just happened to look into her goddess’, how delightful that simply was.

Callie gave a toothy grin as her eyes rolled over to their childhood pictures, then slide over to ahem, personal pictures of her goddess.

Giving out one last moan and the flick of knife, Callie scrambled the pictures into an open envelope and picked herself off the bed.

The next day, the goddess cries as she hears news of her honey being hacked open in his living room.

…And among the bloody mess laid a vague message upon the tainted carpet:

MEN

“Oh, hey Callie. Look, now is not the best time. Could you please, go home again without me?”

“But, we’re supposed to go home together.”

“I know, Callie. But please understand-“

“No! I want to go home now! My mom doesn’t come today and you’re supposed to take me home!”

“Callie, Look. Can’t you get another ride?”

“No! I want you to take me!”

“Callie-“

“LOOK, BACK OFF CHICK.”

“YEAH! CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S HEARTBORKEN!?”

“LEAVE HER ALONE BITCH!”

“LEAVE IT GUYS. LOOK CALLIE, I’LL DRIVE YOU HOME.”

Callie lost it.

FUCK DAMMIT, SHIT.

Callie lost hold of herself.

No. No. No.

Sustain yourself.

Callie bows down, but only to her goddess.

“I’m sorry. Yes, I’ll take that offer.”

She smiles.

“Thanks Callie. I’ll take you to ice cream tomorrow okay?”

Callie grins uncontrollably.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“COME ON.”

He grabs Callie by the arm and leads her to his ugly, cheap car. Callie had to stop herself from spitting on the horrid thing. As she stumbled into the passenger seat, Callie wrinkled her nose from the boyish smell.

No, she wanted the smell of her goddess’ car.

DAMMIT! A LITTLE FURTHER AND IT WOULD BE HER GODDESS’ CAR AND NOT HIS!

The car backs up before driving smoothly into the road.

“Take this way,” Callie says and she points to the alleyway. “It’s a short cut.”

The guy looks at Callie and shrugs, taking the pathway she pointed him out to, wanting to get rid of her as soon as possible. I mean, come on. That blank, innocent expression gave him the creeps.

After a few moments, the car is in a narrow, empty road. The drive was in silence.

It wasn’t until the monster decided to talk to her that Callie figured it was time.

“LOOK,” The monster speaks, “I KNOW YOU WANT TO GET HOME BEACAUSE OF EXAMS, BUT YOU KNOW, TRY TO UNDERSTAND THINGS FROM CALLIE’S POINT OF-“

“What do you know?”

She turns to him, smiling as he side glances at her.

“You’re only a man.”

“WHAT-“

And Callie only smiles carelessly as she plunges the pen into the man’s neck, the car swerves before hitting a street light.

“I learned that from watching “Red Eye,”” Callie remarks. She looks about and thanks the heavens that there was no one on the road. Then, taking her seatbelt off, Callie slides off her seat and claps on the pavement.

Men, Callie supposed she’ll have to deal with this one before reaching her goddess.

Callie strode nonchalantly away from the car, heading behind one of trashcans; she lifted the lid and took out a plastic red container.

Honestly, she would have suspected he’d know better than to take directions from her. She’s done it…how many times in this alleyway? Too many to count, but the police don’t suspect. After all, everybody knows to not drive here because of how slippery the road naturally gets.

Also that if you so happened to crash that the electricity sparking from above you could light your leaking gasoline on fire.

Well.

Callie whistled at she dosed the car in gasoline, the chemical smell getting her almost high.

Maybe Callie had a little something to do with the second part of the story.

Callie then strolls to his pockets and fishes out his lighter.

Tisk tisk. She always knew smoking would kill all of men one day.

She holds the lighter in front of his face through the cracked window. Callie leans on the trashcan, staring into his lifeless, lovely body.

“Ca-Callie.”

She tilts her head. Or not?

No matter. He’ll just have to suffer more.

“Ciao bye bye.” Callie whispered tauntingly.

The next day, her goddess’ cries because her best friend got into a car accident in “Crash” Ave., which was known for accidents happening because of oily road, also that there was an electric company next to it which had numerous wires hanging over the cars.

“I’m sorry.” Callie whispers and she tries to look at her goddess as she drives Callie home.

Her goddess doesn’t answer.

Callie is worried.

“He…he just wanted to get me home as soon as possible. He-He kept saying how annoying I was and how he just wanted to drop me off quickly.” Callie explains.

The goddess nods, knowing that the path was a quicker way to Callie’s house.

“You don’t think I’m annoying…do you?” Callie asks.

The goddess closes her eyes and sucks in her lip.

“’Course not,” She answers.

Callie smiles and looks out the window.

…And Callie…was truly, incredibly happy.

“Hey!” Callie says and she turns to her, “Want to go somewhere? I know this really cool place!”

Her addiction shakes her head, her hands clinging on to the wheel.

“Sorry Callie, I kind of want to be alone.”

No. No. No. No.

You had time. You had your fucking time.

“Fine, but…can you stop here? I’m getting sick.”

“Here?”

“Yes, right in there.”

Right in that vacant garage.

“Why there? It’s so empty…” Her goddess speaks. Poor dear, she must be worried because it was a lonely, dark garage and no one was around.

Typical.

“Please? I think I’m having my period,” Callie explains, “There’s no bathroom so I want to check in a place no one is around.”

“Oh…” The goddess says, quickly understanding. She swerves the car and parks in the abandoned garage.

Oh my, how gullible Callie’s sweetie was. But this only was because her goddess was in such a crybaby mood that she would just do anything Callie asked.

Oh yes.

Callie gets off and looks around. Then, she takes off her pants, stripping of them as she only was now clad in her grey jacket and underwear.

“Hey,” Callie calls, “Can you close the garage? I’m still kind of afraid people will…”

“Yeah, sure.” She answers and presses the button.

The garage slowly begins to descend.

“Wait…”

Callie looks at her lovely.

“What?”

“Callie, if this place is abandoned…why does the electricity still work?”

The light slowly outlines Callie before leaving as the doors shut.

“Because…” Callie begins, “I’ve paid for it.”

The goddess looks at Callie.

“Why?”

And Callie gives a toothy grin.

NO! CALLIE, STOP!!

I’ve waited for this for so long, my goddess…my sweet goddess.

NO! CALLIE! PLEASE NO OH GOD OH GOD…

I love you! Can’t you see that! Hold still my sweet…

CALLIE STOP! PLEASE!!

Callie moans as she clutches her goddess’ side. She fingers the rope encircled around her darling’s lined red wrists.

“My dear…” Callie whispers and she kisses her cheek. “You’re cold.”

Of course she is, Callie.

You killed her when you butchered her boyfriend.

You killed her when you torched her best friend.

You killed her when you started to kiss her.

You killed her when you tried to rape her.

And…you killed her when you pulled out her heart.

Callie fingers the gap on her beloved’s chest and sighs happily. Then, she brings up the plump, red meat and fingers it in her mouth. Sucking her fingers as she went along, Callie looked at her goddess, love stricken.

“Now you’ll be with me forever.”

And she picks up her goddess head and leans into her mouth, licking the dead flesh as she did so.

Their last kiss forever crusted with blood.

A few hours later, the garage opens and a couple of trouble maker kids find a body that belonged to a lovely high school student.

Her eyes closed and lips shut in perfect harmony, she lies on the table now, no longer bound to the pole. The goddess like woman has her perfect hair surrounding her cute shaped face. Her skin is now clean and soft, as if was taken care of specially.

And underneath her crossed hands is a missing heart.

What made this hauntingly beauty so interesting…was that there was no evidence. Not one.

Meanwhile, a girl places her lover’s heart in a jar, filling it with a liquid substance to keep it preserved.

She taps the cap on and reaches around it, placing it close to her heart.

After a while, the girl gets bored and strolls to her bed. Not caring she was stripped naked.

Father and mother are never home after all.

She walks down to the basement…

…And turns on the light.

There, numerous jars are held by rickety wooden shelves. The girl strolls over to one of them and places the heart next to another.

Then, her job done, the girl walks up the stairs and switches off the light before shutting the door.

“Good night, my lovelies.”

END.

I’m going to fucking tear you apart.