The bed sit reality.

It took five years buried and hidden in her moulding bed sit. Now every sordid and resentful detail had been set in stone. After five years of meticulous, cryptic scheming it was time for Julia Bennet to give her husband his comeuppance.

Just 40 minutes down the road remained the oblivious Tony Bennet in their marital home. Blissfully unaware, he now had remarried to his own stepford wife. Naturally they produced two able, perfect and talented daughters. Amidst the piano lessons, ballet classes and the wife admired by all men they represented the 'perfect family'; and this sickened Julia Bennet to her core. Driven to insanity by deep rooted jealousy and a bitter love which still lingered for poor Tony Bennet, she got into her car and drove to their old home; aware that her replacement would be dropping the spawn to ballet class, and Tony would be waiting for the return of his wife. Little did he know who to expect, and what they had planned.

Silently pulling up to what was once her road she parked, out of sight and close to the house. Reaching in her bag Julia Bennet pulled out the front door key, knowing changing the locks would not occur to naïve Tony. Silently she slid out the car, dressed in Tony's Favourite little black dress and seductive black stilettos. Approaching the house the gate had been left in open, making her arrival far more convenient. 'It must be fate' laughed Julia through a sadistic smile. The key slid through the lock smoothly. Elongated fingers turned the key. Her sharp, red nail pushed opened the light weight door.

'You're back quick honey! did you take the quick route I told you about?' Questioned Tony. Julia remained silent assured he would distinguish her voice. Leaning on the immaculate counter she thought back to there time together. The morning kiss before he went to work complete with 'have a good day sweetie.' The time they spent together tending to the garden's needs, and the intimate time they spent together tending to each other. Julia woke from her daydream, filled with rage and indignation, further encouraging her to proceed. Her eery silence had polluted the room for long enough to raise suspicion in Tony. 'Lynne, you there sweetheart?' Evident concern warped his question.

Julia made her way to the hall, observing the remote which was still kept in the same place, her pictures on the walls longing to be straightened the way she would do it.
Finally Julia made it to the living room where he lulled in the settee. Their was an immense transition from calm to terror on his face. Struggling to form a sentence Julia began the screenplay, exactly how she created it in her twisted mind. 'Hey stranger.' Adrenaline encapsulated her tight body. Wringing her clammy hands she approached Tony in slow, inviting strides. 'It's time we had a catch up. I mean, it's been such a long time and we ended on such bad terms. Don't you agree?'
Tony rose to his feet backing up further and further away from his psychotic ex-wife. 'Julia you need to go. Lynne's going to be back soon and you're not welcome here. This isn't your home anymore.' Julia broke into a low, subtle laughter, outlined with animosity and increasing anger. Now inches away from each other with their breath merging she whispered 'This will always be my home Darling. You and your deluded family will never fuck me over again.'

Lifting up her dress to reveal lacy stockings she caressed her thigh and pulled out a sharpened kitchen knife. Plunging the knife into his chest and twisting it at a leisurely pace he collapsed, staining the beige carpets and cream settee. His agonising, final groan aroused her senses causing her body to ignite. Julia knelt down and pried the kitchen knife out of his bleeding chest. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips she left the house feeling satisfied with her work. With a final check in her wind mirror as she drove away, she saw his wife pull into the drive away. 'What a perfect ending for a perfect family.'

-

It was breaking into the early hours of the morning, and after a long reluctant drive to London Paddington Station I pulled up to the car park. Effortlessly and without care I slotted into a space, with my parking leaving a lot to answer to. Despite the judgemental stares from fellow drivers, the overwhelming reality of the events that were about to take place left me impervious to their sniggers. Through stifling tears, insatiable bouts of nausea surging through my stomach and the inability to speak the revolving doors of the station sucked me in, only to throw me out again in minutes feeling worthless. Among the thousands of people around me there were families welcoming back loved ones, business men commuting to feed the system and passengers becoming increasingly angry with tedious delays, however their presence went unnoticed.

Leaning smoothly on a black, heavyweight suitcase he stood. His face lit up, whilst my heart had taken its last beat; only to shatter and slice into the rest of what was now a worthless, empty body. The stifling tears erupted into a whirlwind seeping out of my eyes. 'It's not goodbye silly, just see you soon.' Feebly nodding I smiled half heartedly. The monotone voice of a woman echoed throughout the station, successfully confirming my worst night mare. 'The next train to arrive will be the 4.35 calling at Heathrow.' As the train pulled up he let go of my red, blotchy cheeks. The train doors opened. With a gentle kiss on my forehead and a look of hope in his large brown eyes he boarded the train.

The revolving doors pulled me back through to the other side, only to face a whole new challenge. After a deep inhalation with my eyes closed I thought to my self 'Here we go.'

Her satin frown

Never have I seen face
so sweet, calm yet full of sorrow

A frail girl who fears the present
regres the past and
dreads tomorrow.

She scatters the earth
with her silk night gown,
leaving traces behind
and embedding her frown

Not searching for money,
nor food, nor clothes
but love from another who know not how to loathe.