Sometimes, like the devil, jealousy whispers persistently in your ear.
The green-eyed monster, you have to fight him!
Celine and Cassie were best friends, and had been since Kindergarten. They shared everything, including head lice because their heads, full of bouncy curls, were always together. They went to the same college, shared an apartment, shared a car, but things came undone when they both fell in love with the same man.
He was tall with a mop of thick black hair. His eyes were the deepest blue. He as French and from the moment he opened his mouth, they were both smitten.
“Lets just stay away from him,” Cassie said, “that way nothing can happen, he won’t date either of us and we can continue living our lives just as we always have. He probably doesn’t like us anyway, so we shouldn’t worry.”
She knew different though. She already had a second date with him, they’d already kissed. She told Pierre not to mention it to Celine, she didn’t want her to know. He agreed. As she saw more of him, Celine grew suspicious.
“Where have you been?” Celine asked on night when Cassie got in late.
“I’ve been working out.”
It made sense, she did smell a little, her hair was a mess and her make-up smudged. It started to happen a lot though. Cassie began to follow her. One night Cassie didn’t come home at all. She was gone the following day too. When she finally turned up late in the evening, her eyes shone and she was flushed.
“What have you been up to?” Celine said, her eyes narrowing.
“I’ve met a boy.” Cassie said, “I didn’t want to tell you, but I do now. I think I’m in love.”
“Why did you keep it a secret? Why didn’t you let me meet him?”
Cassie hung her head, “Because you know him. It’s Pierre.”
“You goddamn lying bitch, we agreed to stay away from him. You know I like him.”
Cassie walked across the room. Celine met her half way.
“I’ve been following you. I’ve seen what you’ve been doing. I watched you together you slut! He only wants you for sex.”
“Cassie held out her hand, a diamond sparkled from her engagement finger.”
“He loves me, look, we’re engaged.”
Celine looked odd, he right eye twitched. Her face contorted in anger. She trembled. The room seemed to go a shade darker. She grabbed Cassie by the throat with superhuman strength and pushed her backwards towards the wall, banging her had violently. Blood ran down the yellow paint.
“Celine stop, you’re hurting me.”
“Not nearly enough.” Cassie reached behind her and grabbed a meat cleaver. She’d placed it on the table earlier. Her first intention was to scare Cassie with it. Now she wanted to kill her.
Celine’s eyes looked green, scary and she smiled a deranged terrifying smile as she dragged Cassie towards open window and sank the knife into the top of her head. She didn’t look so happy now.
Below Pierre waited for Cassie to call him. He knew she was going to tell Celine they were an item. The were engaged and Celine would be the first to know. She’d make a beautiful bridesmaid. Shame she was a closet lesbian. He’d been attracted to her first, until Cassie told him he was wasting his time, she preferred women.
He saw two shapes in the window of their 4th floor apartment. Getting out of the car, he locked the door. It was time to go up and celebrate.
He crossed the road and stood beneath the window, looking up, waiting for one of them to wave at him. Cassie’s face appeared, she opened her mouth to shout at him. He smiled!
Cassie was dead before she fell. The meat cleaver had taken off the top of her head. It was still lodged in her brain when she fell on top of Pierre, it hit him between the eyes. He died instantly.
Their blood mingled and surrounded them on the sidewalk.
Celine looked down at them before stabbing herself in the shoulder.
“Help, HELP!” she yelled from the open window, “I’ve been attacked. He killed my friend, won’t somebody call an ambulance. HELP!”