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Home is where the love is.
Part – 2
Kyle was angry for not killing Lucy. He was more upset with himself. He assisted Lucy in ruining his life.
Lucy was his next-door neighbor. She meddled in everyone’s affairs. She would knock on a neighbor’s door with the pretense of borrowing something. The entire time she would try to sneak a peek inside their homes. That is what happened to Kyle that afternoon.
He had finished lunch. He was excited to get to his new fascination. He was about to clean up the plate and glass from the table. The doorbell rang. He initially ignored it. But his car was parked in the driveway. People would have known he was home.
To be neighborly, he opened the door. He regretted it immediately.
Lucy stood in the doorway. She must have sensed Kyle was not going to talk to her. She put one foot in the doorway to ensure the door stayed open. Kyle would never close it on her foot.
Kyle was speechless. She was more aggressive than usual. Then, in front of him, his world began to fall apart.
Lucy’s face turned sour. The corners of her mouth turned down. She held her breath. Her nose wrinkled. Her head recoiled. She then turned her head sideways and vomited. She spewed it halfway on the steps and on the side of the house.
Kyle asked if she wanted to come in. He reached and grabbed her arm. She backed away. Fear was in her eyes. Her five feet frame and portly body were not strong enough to shake his grip.
Kyle pulled her to him. Under the circumstances, he could not allow her to leave. It should have been easy to keep her there. She had an attraction to him. She was married. But it did not seem to matter to her. She had even bumped him with her butt a few times. It was when he was at her home for a neighborhood cookout. She had asked him to reach a pan for her from a tall cabinet. It was then that she leaned over to look in the cabinets below for something. Her butt just so happened to grind against his leg a few times. Now here she was on his steps trying to leave.
Kyle begged her to come inside. He told her they could make love as she wanted. He would be her puppet. She could be his family.
She screamed and jerked her arm away. The sleeve of her red sweater ripped off her arm. At the same time she twisted and fell backward. Her feet went in the air and off the steps. Her body bounced off the concrete.
Kyle held nothing but her sleeve. She scrambled to get up. Kyle threw the sleeve down and went down the steps to grab her. In one quick motion she was to her feet and running. She was barefoot. Her sandals had come off and were at the bottom of the steps.
Kyle chased after her. He was telling her how much he loved her. She was fast. He knew he would never catch her before she got home. And if he broke in to get her, the neighbors would know it was him anyway. They watched everyone and everything. Nosey neighbors.
That was twenty minutes ago. It was when he first heard the sirens. Lucy betrayed him.
He could have left his home for good. Long before the police arrived. But he could not force himself to abandon them. One more look, he thought.
He stood up and went to the bedrooms. In the first bedroom was Leslie, twenty-nine. The second bedroom was Janice, thirty-one. The third was Helen, thirty-five. All full-figured women. Ideal for him. They were every man’s dream. They treated him like he was the only one in their lives. They were loyal. They were unlike his wife. She was a cheat. She earned her place in the basement.
The sirens were now in his driveway. He could see out the sheer curtains. Police officers with guns were everywhere. What could they arrest him for? He was not hurting the women. They were all there under their free will. It was not like they had any other place to be. No one wanted them. They were abandoned. He claimed them as his own.
Instead of them rotting all alone with no one to care for them, he gave them a home. Why should they have suffered in six feet deep dark holes in the ground? They were just like him. They needed care, too.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Police!
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