Anger Problem

May 14th

Monday 2:00 pm.

“Pfft, ANGER problem...SERIOUSLY?” Donna yelled as she slammed her fist into the keyboard and pushed it away simultaneously causing the desk organizer to crash to the floor sending pens and paperclips skittering everywhere. “Y’ALL CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!” she continued shouting as she snatched up her purse and jacket and headed out the door.

“Uh,  Ms. Anson.” She heard her name but kept walking.       

“Ms. Anson, uh” a little louder “MS. ANSON?”

Donna turned around and saw her creepy, ugly boss, Mr. Arnold, behind her, “WHAT?” Her loud voice made him jump a little as he stood there wringing his hands together and darting his tongue out to moisten his lips, “Uh, um, th th there’s no need for you to re re return tomorrow.” He stuttered nervously and then turned and hurried away.

“Yeah, well YOU CAN TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT!” she screamed back and felt quite liberated because that was something she’d always wanted to yell.

She’d been fired before, but this time, it actually wasn’t her fault and that’s what pissed her off. It doesn’t matter if it was $1.00 or a million dollars that someone accused her of stealing, she may be a lot of things, but she was NO thief.

Monday 9:30 pm.

Donna, thankful she was in a small town, called the four Sean Arnold’s in the phone book before she found her boss. She made a good old fashioned crank call from the phone booth. She didn’t say anything, but the second he said hello, she knew it was his voice. She hung up and ripped the page with the address out of the phone book and drove there. It was a small house with two big bushes standing on both sides of his front door. She walked right up and rang the bell and then slipped behind one of the bushes. Once Donna saw Mr. Arnold walk out onto the front porch she thought she was going to lose her nerve, but when he turned to go back inside she took the brick and smashed it against his head, 'old habits never die" she thought. As he crumbed to the ground she grabbed him under his armpits and dragged him to her car. He groaned a little as she dropped his ass on the seat and his head hit the door frame. She then grabbed each leg and threw it in, she had to shove him over a couple of times before the door would close.

She had a bit of trouble getting him out of the car, but after a brief struggle she got him in the house. She rolled him down to the basement and dragged him with one arm to the table. She had to get creative to get him on the table, using an extension cord  rope and chair she finally hoisted him onto the table. He screamed a bit when she made her first cut, he cursed and called her a ‘crazy bitch” when she made the second. “Nope, just an anger problem,”  she replied sarcastically, as she cut him again. When he passed out the last time, he didn’t wake up again.

Monday 11:59 pm.

“Do you think it will happen tonight?” Detective Hurley asked. “We’ve been coming out here every night for two weeks now.”

“No. I’m not sure, but if this is the dumping ground for a serial killer, I want to be here, when the killer returns.” Detective Miller replied as he was walking around checking the connections to the portable floodlights they had hooked up.

May 15th

Tuesday, 2:30 am

Donna had to stop for another break, this job was taking longer than usual. She would have to buy new hacksaw blades when she went to the store she thought to herself. She leaned over the body again and a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She tilted her head and lifted her shoulder to wipe it away. A few more passes through the knee and the lower leg was free. She reached over and grabbed the big black hefty bag and pulled the last one out of the box. “Damnit”, she mumbled, as she added trash bags to her mental shopping list. Donna used multiple saws to partially dismember the body. She started with the feet, next the shins and then the thighs, she realized again how heavy each individual body part was when she tried to lift the hefty bag with all pieces of both legs stuffed into it. She struggled getting the bag upstairs and used every bit of strength she had to lift it to dump it in the trunk of her car.

After closing the trunk, she leaned on it for a minute and realized she was running out of time so this month’s chop job would have to be done a little differently than all the others. She thought for a minute and ran back upstairs to get her long trench coat. Returning to the basement she looked at the legless body and went over her plan again. She severed the head from the body and moved it aside. She grabbed the hands of the torso and squatted down next to the table, when she stood she was carrying the torso on her back as if giving it a piggy back ride. She shifted the torso from side to side as she pulled and yanked the trench coat on to cover herself and the torso. Once the coat was finally on, she grabbed the head by the hair and tucked it in the crook of her arm and trudged back up the stairs to the car. She opened the trunk, turned her back to it and took her coat off leaving the torso wrapped in the coat. She pulled up the hem of the coat and pulled down the neck and fastened it all together in a nice little bundle, tied with the belt. After the torso was secured she opened the hefty bag and jammed the head in with the legs. This will work for now, she thought as she closed the trunk for the last time.

Tuesday, 4:17 am.

Donna pulled off the gravel road, this was where she had her other victims: mother, father, aunt, uncle, a couple of cousins, two old bosses, four strangers and now Sean! She had disposed of them in kinda the same way and she hadn’t been caught yet. She was elated. She opened the trunk and strained getting the trench coat high enough to roll it out onto the ground. It dropped with a thud. She rolled it a few turns with her foot and then gravity took over and it rolled the last few feet down the small embankment and landed where she wanted it. She turned to go back for the hefty bag with all of a sudden the area lit up like daylight. 

Several yards away, Detective Miller stood proudly, knowing he finally caught his serial killer.

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