Sunday, April 10, 2011

THE GUEST ROOM

by Jeanette Cheeezum

Nina’s head pounded, eyes felt gritty and with a swish of her tongue she swore there was fuzz on her teeth. Had someone slipped something in her drink? They had arrived and set the suitcases in the guest room just in time for drinks to be served. That’s all she remembered.

The bed was empty next to her, maybe Tim had left her to sleep in. She slipped her jeans on and thought if she didn’t get something to eat soon she’d throw up.

No way! The door was locked. “Okay Asshole, let me out of here,” She banged and shouted.
No one came. She looked around, thankful there was a bathroom. This wasn’t funny.

What’s that in the bathtub? She pulled the shower curtain back then froze. Another woman was there. Nina nudged her knee, no response. Maybe she had the same thing to drink. She nudged again. “Hey, wake up.” Nothing…Nina reached out and touched the girl’s face. It was cold, very cold and lifeless. She backed away, nervously rubbing her hands on her jeans.

She needed a joint. No, she needed to get out of here. Where was her purse? It wasn’t visible if it was in the room. She searched through drawers, under the bed and opened the closet.

Her blood curdling screams were stopped when Tim’s body fell at her feet. His eyes bulged and a rope was tight around his neck.

Something shook her once, then twice. Her mother stood over her “You’re going to be late for school if you don’t get up now.”

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Bio: Jeanette has been published in eleven anthologies and three poetry collections. Her work can be found all over the internet. She loves to write fiction of all types. She has completed four novels and a children’s ebook @ Barnes and Noble. If you would like to view her website go to http://cavalcadeofstars.wordpress.com/

1 comments:

Salvatore Buttaci said...

Reading Jeanette Cheezum's stories, one can make a sure bet this woman loves to write! The words fall so glibly from her fingertips.

Sal Buttaci