The Girlfriend's Revenge

Stephanie Cline, 15, US

I put the key into the ignition and turned on my car. I'm actually
doing this. I have been thinking lately that Steve has been going out with another woman. There have just been little things, like the one time that he came over and he smelled like perfume and had a small amount of makeup on his collar. He said that he had just hugged an old friend, but it has happened a lot more lately. So, I have taken it upon myself to find out the truth if he won't tell me.

He said that he was going out with some of the guys from work tonight to go play pool. I decided to take that as my golden opportunity to see what he was really up to. I drove to all of his usual hangouts until I saw him. There he is walking down the street, "Who is that with him?" I asked myself out loud.

It was a tall woman, with brown hair. He had his arm around her waist and looked very snug. They were laughing and talking as they walked down the street. I looked down at the clock. It was 9:30. They stopped and sat on a bench. I pulled into a parking lot across the street to watch.

The next thing I knew, they kissed! I was completely horrified. I had
been with Steve for two and a half years. I can't believe that he could do this to me. I had had suspicions for a while, but the reality of it all was unreal. I couldn't move. All I could do was think about the past.

In the beginning, it was wonderful. We would talk all the time about anything, and see each other all the time. Then, after a while it all started to change. He wouldn't call me for days, and he started to come over less and less. I once went a whole week without talking to him.

Now, I knew why. I didn't want to see anymore. I had to get out of there for now. I had to think of a plan. I didn't want to break up with him. That would give him too much satisfaction. No, I had to get creative. I wanted revenge, and I always get what I want.

I drove home so I could think. I needed a plan, and then I had a thought. I knew it would work. I could torture him like he had tortured me. He ripped my heart out of my chest and walked all over it. So, that is just what I will do to him. An eye for and eye, isn't that what the saying is?

But, I'm more creative than he is. I don't need to go out with another man. I could do to him what he did to me, literally. But, I needed some things first. I had to go home and wait for Steve to get back to his apartment. I would wait until it got later.

Once I pulled into the garage, I got out to write a list of what I
needed. I would need a knife and some rope. Oh yea, I needed some duct tape to put over his mouth so he couldn't scream. I gathered up everything and put it all in the back seat.

I was ready; all I needed to do now was wait. I decided to eat some dinner while I waited. Finally, itwa's 2:00 am. He had to be home and asleep by now.

I got into my car again and drove the seven miles to Steve's apartment. He had given me an extra key in case he ever lost his or got locked out. Steve lived on the top floor. I took my backpack out of the back seat and walked to the door and went into his building.

There was no one in the lobby--good. I walked over to the elevator, pushed the up button, and waited for the big metal door to open. After what seemed like minutes, I heard it coming down and the big heavy doors squeaked open.

It was so quiet that I could hear every sound the old elevator made. I got in and pushed the 5 button. It was a slow old elevator. I'm surprised they still even run it, but it's better than the stairs. I stepped out into the hallway. It was poorly lit, but I didn't need the light. I could have walked those halls with my eyes closed. I have done it so many times.

I got to room 509, Steve's room. I put the key into the lock and turned it slowly. It made a small click that seemed to echo through the entire hallway. I looked around to make sure no one heard me and slowly opened the door. His apartment was completely dark. I knew this place just as well as I knew my own house.

I walked in and silently closed the door behind me--no need to lock it-- I'd be leaving within an hour. I walked through his small apartment, with the backpack on one shoulder, until I got to his bedroom door. It was closed. I put my ear up to it and could faintly hear the constant snoring coming from Steve. I turned the knob and opened the door slowly.

He had a small night light in the bathroom. I could just make out his
outline in the bed. He was sprawled out on is back. I was glad he was a heavy sleeper, or else my plan wouldn't work. I walked into his room and set my backpack down on the floor at the foot of his bead. "I'm here Steve, I'm here for my revenge" I whispered, barley loud enough for even myself to hear.

I unzipped my backpack and took out the rope first. I tied it to his
ankle and cut it with my knife. I tied the other end to the bedpost. I did the same to his other ankle. Then, I moved up to his wrists.
Once I finished I got out my duct tape. I cut a piece about 10 inches long and put it over his beautiful lips to quiet his screams. When I finished all of this I decided it was time for Steve to wake up. I walked over and turned on the light. He stirred and tried to shield his eyes, but he couldn't with his hands tied so he started to struggle.

Then he woke up and tried to call out but he couldn't.
Then he looked around and saw me standing by the light switch. At first he had a relieved look in his eyes but then when I didn't run to his side and untie him, a look of panic washed over his entire face and he turned completely white.

He knew he had been a bad boy, and when you're a bad boy,
you need to be punished. And that is exactly what I was about to do, teach him a lesson.

"Steve," I said sweetly "Why? Why did you have to do this to me? You knew I loved you. I don't understand, please explain it to me." I looked at him, he shook his head and tried to respond, but he couldn't. "You have been a very bad boy Steve." I said sternly, shaking my finger at him.

I walked across the room to him slowly. Then he saw the glint of the
knife in my hand and started to panic. He moved around and made noises but he couldn't do anything to help himself. I reached the bed and got on it. I climbed over Steve and straddled his chest, sitting on his waist. He had a look in his eyes I had never seen before, it must have been terror, and he was in fear for his life. I bet that is the worst fear you can have; he deserved to be terrified.

"Why, Steve, why?" I asked him again. "I'm going to pull the tape of
now so you can tell me, you better not scream, understand?" He shook his head yes so I pulled the tape off slowly, but not all the way, it would need to go back on soon. I asked him again "Why did you do this to me?"

He tried to sweet talk me into believing him; he's done it before. I could be so mad at him, and all he had to do was tell me he was sorry and that he loved me, and I wouldn't be mad anymore. But it wouldn't work, not this time. Still I had to give him some credit--he did try hard. He made up all kinds of excuses until I finally got tired of hearing the same old thing

"You know I love ya, baby, I do. But I met this girl and we are so much alike. She likes cars and tools and everything. You know how you don't like all that stuff. She's just like one of the guys, she could never replace you baby."

"Do you kiss all the guys?" I asked him as innocently as I could.

He looked shocked "How did you know I kissed her?" I smiled and told him what I had seen.

"I can't believe you didn't trust me" he stammered.

"Well, it looks like I shouldn't have trusted you for as long as I did!" I yelled and put the tape over his mouth again.

"I'm so sorry that it has to come to this, Steve. You should have
thought about my feelings before you went and kissed another girl." I took the knife and ran it over his glistening chest. "You're sweating--are you scared?" He nodded. "You should be; you know what you did to me. You should feel horrible. Now you're going to pay for what you did with your life." He had tears in his eyes as I put the knife into his chest and cut out a hole.

I reached in and felt around until I found what I wanted, Steve's
heart. I finally had it, for sure. I had Steve's heart. It was still
beating as I held it in my hand. Steve stopped moving soon. I took it and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and dropped to the floor. I got off his chest and walked over to it. I lifted up my foot and splat! I stomped on it. Just like Steve had done to my heart. I had gotten my revenge. I gathered up my belongings and put them back in the bag. My hands were bloody so I went to the bathroom to wash them off. I felt relieved. I had my revenge. Steve's heart was broken just like mine.

I taught him a lesson he wouldn't have a chance to forget.
I got everything and left. The cops would never suspect me; I was his loving little girlfriend. A girl could never tie him down and do all that.

That's what they think. They don't know what a girl is capable of when she feels that betrayed. I walked out the door and locked it behind me. "You won't ever do that again will you Steve?" I asked as I put the key into the lock and turned it. Once I heard the click I pulled out the key and walked to the big elevator. I pushed the down button and the doors opened right away. I stepped in and looked back one last time at his door. "Goodbye, Steve, I'm sorry it had to come to this," I whispered and a single tear slid down my cheek.

That is the only tear I would shed. It was his fault; I had to do what I did. The lobby was still empty as I got out of the elevator and went to my car. I put the backpack into the back seat and I got in myself. When I turned the key and started the car I looked down at the clock, it was 2:52.

I turned the radio on but didn't really hear it. I was just numb all
over. I went home and went to bed. They wouldn't find the body for a while. Maybe I'll even be the one to call the police because I'm worried about him. You never know.