She couldn’t understand why he had done this to her. She did everything for him, cook and cleaned but most of all she loved him and he loved her; well that’s what she believed. She felt sick, like her whole world was crumbling in front of her eyes, it was a feeling of utter despair. She cried, no, she wept, wept until there were no tears left. There were no options really. Suicide; was one, one which she considered but could not take. She would be ending her life over what? Her soulmate, the very one who had lied to her, cheated on her and continued to deceive her whenever she asked “how was work?” and so, she left. She packed her bags and left a note on the door. Honey, I’m sorry, I won’t be coming home tonight, start dinner without me. Don’t wait up. She quickly found the black panties and stapled them to her note.
This was the last time Jamie had any contact with Charlie. She was devastated but in the following months she survived, barely, but survived. These were her darkest days, she never left the apartment she had rented, all she needed was delivered. Money wasn’t a problem, fortunately. She had acquired a substantial amount with the deaths of her parents the previous year. She was going through hell until she met Layla Derrum. Layla was her new roommate, although she wasn’t notified by her landlord, Jamie was grateful for her company. They grew closer until one night at dinner Jamie had undercooked the steaks. Jamie broke down and cried, Layla began to comfort her. In between the sobs Jamie spluttered “steaks were his favourite” and “he never liked it bloody”. She eventually had to get it off her chest and she told Layla everything, Layla just took this all in and comforted Jamie.
When Jamie had fallen asleep, Layla got up, she felt so sorry for Jamie, even though she was 29 she was still a pathetic little girl. Layla hated men, she hated what that bastard of a husband had done to her new friend. She would do what Jamie couldn’t, she would stand up for Jamie and all women, and she would give Charlie what he deserved…
Charlie arrived at the apartment, number 14, he checked to make sure. He had got the call from Jamie an hour ago and came as fast as he could. He knocked on the door and the door swung open. “Jamie?” There was a woman standing in the middle of the room, by herself, in the dark. He rushed over to her and they embraced. There was a sharp pain, a silver glint and that would be the last thing he would ever see. His body hit the floor with a thud and began to gurgle in a pool of his own blood. She didn’t stop, she hacked away at the body, severing the head, ripped out his heart and broke it, like how he broke Jamie’s.
The police later found a woman, naked, asleep holding the remnants of a human heart in her hands in room 14. Your honour, ladies and gentlemen of the jury I must clarify a few points here. The police did fid my client at the crime scene but she did not kill Charlie Birdom, her fingerprints do match the fingerprints found on the murder weapons. Layla Derrum is the one you want, Jamie is innocent, but you’ll never find Layla. You see, Layla Derrum and Jamie Birdom are the same person.
