Chapter 1

Editor: Qaussie

Melanie Scott was not having a good day.

It had started with a new argument with Mark, her boyfriend of 2 years, about her supposed frigidity.

At 18, Melanie knew she was beautiful, much like a young Meg Ryan, with cropped blonde hair, blue eyes and 35B breasts. At 5 feet 8 inches and around 130 pounds, she was well proportioned.

Even with that and the fact that Melanie had given him her virginity it wasn’t enough for Mark.

He wanted her to do more. Today, he had asked her to suck him again, which she had again, as always, refused. After this violent argument, she had left the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Then, at the end of the afternoon, Melanie had arrived at the restaurant “Chez Gaston”, the French gastronomy restaurant where she had worked in the kitchen for almost a year. There, she realized that there was something wrong. Indeed, there was no customer and the tables were not mounted.

Gaston Aurel, owner and great chef, then came out of the kitchen looking sullen and told her that the restaurant was bankrupt and that she should find another job. Indeed, Gaston had defrauded the IRS and he had been caught. Besides, Gaston wasn’t going to be able to pay her salary for the last two weeks of work.

She had returned to the apartment to find Mark who was with James Mitchell, a co-worker from the factory where he worked. The two were drinking beer while watching a football game. Considering the number of empty bottles all over the living room, they had probably been drinking all afternoon.

When Melanie passed Mark, he stood up and told her that there was another fantasy that Melanie could fulfill and that this time she needed not to throw a tantrum at him. He took her by the waist and began to kiss her.

Melanie had no problem kissing him, but she was worried to learn what perversion Mark had in mind. Behind her, Melanie didn’t notice that James was up. She realized it when he stuck to her back and began firmly stroking her breasts with both hands.

At first, Melanie had the instinct to violently push Mark and James away, but she didn’t. Because she realized that she could not resist if the duo decided to take her by force. Considering their drunkenness, she wouldn’t have been surprised if they did.

So, for a while, she let James and Mark continue to grope her. James’s hands on her breasts were borderline too aggressive, but weren’t exactly unpleasant except that she wasn’t willing to be touched by him. When Mark started unzipping Melanie’s pants, she couldn’t let it go any further. She ended up saying: “I’ll freshen up, I’ll be right back.”

They let her go to her room.

Then she locked herself in and quickly put her things in a suitcase and a large backpack.

Thus far, she had never had much pleasure in normal sexual relations with Mark and she always had to masturbate to have an orgasm. There was no question for her of letting herself be taken by him and James at the same time!

Especially since she suspected that if she let them, she would be forced to suck one if not both. Mark would also probably bugger her, which she always refused and there was no way she would accept it today.

No, this time it was too much. She had to leave Mark and the apartment. Fortunately, the lease was only in Mark’s name.

Melanie opened her bedroom door a crack and peeked into the living room. The two men were on the couch and were still drinking beer while watching the football game.

She walked towards the exit, her backpack on her back, one hand holding her suitcase and the other her stun guns.

She didn’t have time to make it to the door before Mark and James got up to block her way.

Mark even reached out to grab her arm, but Melanie then raised the stun gun and hit him on one arm. Mark backed up and after hitting the wall behind him, he fell on his butt.

Melanie continued to move towards the door of the apartment, shouting:

“Let me go!”

James then moved away from her and Mark, sitting on the ground and holding his arm that had been hit by the stun guns just watched her go without saying anything.

She then headed to her mother’s house.

Because Melanie had no real choice but to return to her mother’s house, despite the presence of Greg Raymond, her current boyfriend.

She would have to put up with the salacious remarks and undressing stares of the one she had dubbed in her head the “Big Stinky Pig”. At least, until she found another solution.

That’s what brought her around 11:30 p.m. to her mother’s house.

Except for the nightlight in the downstairs hallway, no lights were visible.

Fortunately, she still had the key to the house and she entered quietly, hoping that she could go to her old room without waking anyone.

But as soon as she entered the living room, she realized something was wrong. There was a strong smell of gasoline. Then she heard a noise coming from the second floor, like someone moving heavy objects.

Without thinking, she went to see what was happening.

Arriving in the hallway at the top of the stairs dimly lit by a night light, she saw her mother lying on the ground, motionless. She threw herself near her to examine her. Even without being a doctor, it was obvious that her mother had died and the marks on her neck left no doubt that it was not a natural death.

That’s when Greg came up behind her and before she could react, he grabbed her by the neck and said:

“You shouldn’t have come back, little bitch! I have no choice but to kill you too now. Besides, I don’t even have time to fuck you before, it’s a shame.”

What Greg hadn’t thought of was that Melanie had taken self-defence classes and the time he had taken to threaten her had been enough for her to break free, turn around and give him a violent kick in the stomach.

The attack was only meant to get him away from her, but Greg lost his balance as he backed up and fell down the stairs.

For a moment, Melanie stayed in a fighting stance, waiting for Greg to get up and come back, but eventually she slowly moved toward the stairs. Greg was at the bottom of the stairs and he wasn’t moving. The angle of his head to his body was also unnatural.

She slowly advanced towards him, afraid it was a trap, but the further she advanced, the more she realized that Greg would no longer be able to fight. A few minutes later, she was sure the “Big Stinky Pig” was dead.

Melanie is sitting on the ground next to Greg’s body, in shock.

Then she started to think. What should she do? To call the police? She would probably be charged with unpremeditated murder, wouldn’t she? She had no money to pay a lawyer who could save her.

Then, Melanie walked slowly through the house and she realized that when she arrived, Greg was organizing his escape following the murder of his mother. Several cans of gasoline were in the bathroom, some having already been emptied on the furniture in the living room and other rooms in the house. In addition, in the large master bedroom, there was a cardboard box with money, jewelry and other small valuables.

It was night and no one, according to Melanie, knew she was in the house. She then made the only decision she could imagine under the circumstances. She had to finish what Greg had started, which was to burn down the house. Then she would go ask her best and oldest friend, Erin Walters, for help.

So, she put the money and the jewelry and some pictures in her suitcase of clothes, then she finished putting gasoline all over the house.

Then she moved Greg so that he seemed to be sitting at the bottom of the stairs, doused him with gasoline and placed the rest of the can next to him. Then she put a lighter in his hand.

Finally, placed on the step of the back door with her suitcases, she set fire to the gasoline before fleeing as quickly as possible.

Melanie Scott really wasn’t having a good day.

Melanie headed for Erin Walters’ house, a few houses down the same street.

Erin started being her babysitter when Melanie was 7 and Gwen was 16. But even when Melanie didn’t really need a babysitter anymore, she and Erin continued to see each other.

Erin Walters was now 27 and a woman of great beauty. She was almost 6’ tall, had dark brown hair and brown eyes and a curvy body.

Arriving at Erin’s house, she went through the back of the house and took the key hidden under the garden gnome before opening the back door. Once inside, she knocked on the door to announce her presence and shouted: “Erin?”

Because Melanie wasn’t sure if her friend currently had a girlfriend.