The Girl Who Kept on Dieing

Randy woke up with a start. He lay there in the dark on his bed, eyes wide open, staring around the dark room. There was something wrong.  He looked beside him. The girl he’d brought home from the bar last night was still there, lying on her side with her back to him. No surprises there. He listened. There were no other sounds in the room. No one was moving around stealthily. No dark shadows that should not be there. So what was wrong? He shrugged. It must just be his mind playing tricks on him. He’d drunk a lot last night. Probably just the heebie-jeebies.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The luminous dial showed six thirty. Hmmm. Time for a morning glory. He rolled over and put his arm over the girl’s body and slid his hand down her front to grasp her breast.

She felt strangely cool. The aircon was on, but it wasn’t too cold. He shrugged. Maybe she was one of those really hot blooded women who cooled right down in the aircon. She had certainly been very hot last night. He got hard thinking about it. Leaning over, he whispered to her in an effort to wake her slowly. Sometimes these girls didn’t like getting woken early in the morning for some more fun. But this one had been very eager last night. What was her name? He couldn’t remember. Ah well. It didn’t matter.

She didn’t stir.

He slid his hand down her body and slid it between her legs and started rubbing softly. This was usually enough to wake them up from even the deepest sleep.

She still didn’t stir.

What was her name? He wracked his brain trying to remember, but last night was a blur. They had been drinking tequila shots between beers and by the time they got back to his bed they were both pretty well wrecked. Even then she wasn’t satisfied. The empty bottle of Johnny Walker on the bedside table told its own story.

He was feeling really horny. He tried tickling her down there again, but still got no reaction.

Ah, what the hell? He pulled her towards him so that she was on her back, and climbed on top. Looking down into her sweet young face he thought to himself she was definitely one of the better looking girls he’s brought home lately. She had long hair, high cheekbones, and those slanty eyes, Chinky eyes he called them, that he so liked. Her slim body was unmarked by stretch marks. Just perfect. She looked a bit pale, but that was probably because of all the booze, he thought to himself.

He leaned down to kiss her.

She didn’t stir.

This is strange, he thought. Is she dead? He leaned down again and put his ear next to her breast to listen. Nothing.

He moved his head a bit more to the left and listened again. Still nothing.

He sat up in alarm. Was she really dead?

He snapped on the bedside lamp. Then he started screaming. This wasn’t a girly scream. This scream was more like a gibbon’s scream. It started low and built up into long, anguished whoops of alarm.

He leaped off the bed and stood beside it screaming.

The bedroom door slammed open and his room mate, Gavin, ran into the room, a large kitchen knife in his hand that he’d been using to slice tomatoes for breakfast. He tripped over an electrical cord that snaked from the plug in the wall to a large fan placed at the end of the bed. He fell onto the bed, across the girl. The knife plunged into her side up to the hilt.

He lay there stunned for a moment and then leaped back off the bed. He looked down at the girl. Then he looked at his empty hand. His eyes went back to the girl lying there with the hilt of the knife sticking grotesquely from her side. Then he started screaming.

Randy stopped, too stunned by what had just happened to make a sound. He stared at Gavin and then he started laughing. He couldn’t help it. The laughs just bellowed from him. Gavin stopped screaming then and stared at him wide-eyed.

What are you laughing at? Can’t you see I just killed your girlfriend?

This only made Randy laugh harder.

Stop it! Stop it! Are you crazy?

Finally, Randy bent over, his sides heaving as he struggled for breath.

No, no, no. You didn’t kill her. She was already dead when I woke up this morning. And he started giggling uncontrollably.

Gavin stared at him.

What? Are you telling me you killed her?

No. I’m saying she was dead when I woke up this morning. Oh god! I had my hand on her breast. I was playing with her pussy while she was dead! Argh! How could I do that?

Gavin started laughing then.

You were trying to have sex with a dead girl? Ah ha ha ha! That’s too funny. Awful, but funny. My god!

Randy sat down on the floor, his head hung down, shaking slowly from side to side.

Gavin walked over and squatted beside him. Randy looked up, his eyes wide. They both stared at each other as the enormity of the situation finally sunk in.

What are we going to do Gavin?

Do? What are we going to do? We’ll have to call the cops I guess.

Don’t be stupid man. What are they going to say when they walk in and find a dead girl with a knife sticking out of her and two farung protesting their innocence?

Oh shit! Shit! Shit! What are we going to do?

They stayed where they were for a minute, thinking. Then Gavin stood up and started pacing around the room. Finally, he stopped and said, We’ll have to get rid of her. We have to take her somewhere and dump her so that no one associates her with us.

Randy looked at him. We can’t do that! People saw us at together at the bar last night.

Oh….yes….I forgot about that.

They both thought some more. Then Randy snapped his fingers. I know! We have to make it like she is still alive for now and then work out a way for her to die so that it doesn’t look suspicious.

Randy walked out into the lounge room and Gavin followed him. Let’s have a beer and think this out. There must be a way to make it look like she is still alive while we figure out a way for her to die…again.

Oh sure, Gavin said, aren’t you forgetting she has a knife sticking out of her? That’s really going to look like an accident, isn’t it?

They sucked on their beers and thought some more.

Gavin got up and walked back into the bedroom where she lay. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, except for that bloody great big knife handle sticking out of her. Strange, he thought, there’s no blood. Then he remembered that dead people don’t bleed.

Reaching down, he pulled the knife out of her. A little blood and clear liquid dribbled out of the hole. He got a tissue and swabbed the wound clean. Then he saw her mobile phone on the bedside table. That gave him an idea. He turned it on as he went back out to the living area, taking the knife with him. He washed the knife thoroughly in the small kitchen, thinking all the while.

The mobile phone had booted up by then. He looked at the previous call log and checked the numbers. Finally, he chose a female that had called the girl a few times and called the number. He let it ring once and then hung up.

Then he went back into the bedroom and searched through the girl’s handbag. All the while, Randy sat there unmoving on the couch.

Gavin took out the girl’s make up kit and applied face powder and rouge to give her some color. He applied the lipstick thickly and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Yep! She looked pretty good for a dead girl.

Walking back into the lounge room he sat down opposite Randy.

Ok, I’ve patched her up so she doesn’t look so dead. These girls always look a bit awful in the morning anyway, so if anyone sees her now they will just think she had a hard night.

Randy just stared blankly.

Now it’s time to start making an alibi.

Randy started. What do you mean?

Well, we have to make it look like she’s still alive.

He held up a mobile phone.

This is her phone. I just called someone on it, someone who has called her a few times in the last few days so she is probably a friend. I let it ring once and then I hung up. We wait now for her  to ring back. I will answer and tell her the girl had to go to the bathroom because she drank too much last night. That will establish that she is still alive.

Randy’s face gained some color.

Yeah, that’s a good idea. But what are we going to do with her after that?

Gavin thought for a minute. Then his eyes lit up.

We let her kill herself so publicly that no one will question what happened. She can join the Pattaya Flying Club.

Randy asked, How are we going to do that?

Just then the girl’s phone rang. Gavin answered and spoke in Thai telling the person at the other end that Porn was in the bathroom being sick from too much drink last night. He listened for a moment and smiled as he hung up.

Ok, alibi in place. That was one of Porn’s friends. She said she’ll call back later. So we are all set. At least I know the poor girl’s name now.

Gavin stood up and beckoned Randy to follow him back to his bedroom. Gavin pulled the covers off the girl and put his arm under her shoulders to lift her up into a sitting position.

Grab her other arm and pick her up. Help me take her out to the balcony and drape her over the railing so that it looks like she is being sick.

He explained his plan as they carried her out. Gavin nodded. It sounded like it would work.

Randy asked, But what about the hole in her side?

They finished draping her over the balcony. Gavin beckoned Randy to look down, pointing.

No problem. The wrought iron chairs around the pool are directly beneath our balcony with their legs sticking up in the air. She will hit those, so everyone will assume that one of the legs went into her side as she landed on them.

They both went back inside first. Then Randy got down on his knees and crawled back out to the balcony where he squatted out of sight.

Gavin gave him the thumbs up and Randy started screaming like a girl.

You no good mans! You make me drunk too mutt. You make love with other girl while me sleep! You, you, you!! The female screams mounted higher and higher.

Randy moved the girl’s arms about, flopping them around. From a distance it would look like she was too drunk to move properly.

Then Gavin started yelling at the top of his voice from his position just inside the door.

You stupid girl. I keep telling you there was no other girl. That was the bloody mirror and you were too drunk to see straight you stupid bitch! What did I bring you home for? All you whores are the same. You always make trouble. You just want my money!

The tirade was working. Curtains on some of condos across the other side of the swimming pool were twitching. Gavin saw one man step out onto his balcony, camera in hand. On another, a couple came out dressed in swimming costumes to watch the show.

Gavin whispered to Randy.

Keep yelling at me. Tell me what a bastard I am and then say you are going to kill yourself.

Randy sat for a moment gathering his wits and then started yelling in his best girl voice.

You no lie me! You hab many lady. Me see already. You big dog. Me gonna die. No want live any more. All mens big liars!

And with that he heaved up on her legs and she flew over the side and down. He crawled quickly back inside out of sight and stood up as Gavin rushed out onto the balcony. Randy followed him back out and they both looked over the side as the body plummeted onto the waiting chairs. It bounced off and onto the ground where it landed with an awful squishy thud. Randy and Gavin straightened up and stared out across the way with stricken faces as the girl in the swimsuit started screaming. The man with the camera was taking pictures. They turned to each other and fell into each others arms in relief. To the watchers it would look like they were consoling each other. But they were secretly congratulating each other on killing the girl who kept on dieing.

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