Curl up and Dye: Rhonda’s MelanCollie Mystery
By
Geltab
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Curl up and Dye: Vol. IV
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Curl up and Dye: Rhonda’s MelanCollie Mystery
Rhonda’s mother had prepared for this eventuality for well over twenty years. In the interval, when her daughter had become a seemingly well respected citizen, running her now destroyed hair salon she had been planning and preparing another place of refuge for times of emergency. In a city thousands of miles away she kept an apartment and always had five thousand dollars prepared and ready to go if the time ever arrived. Now was the time,
“Rhonda, this house is not safe; staying in this town is not safe. You must go to the address we discussed and start over again.”
Rhonda hugged her mother sobbing, “I will, I’ll do as we need, I’ll start over in a new community and make you proud.”
“That’s my girl,” her mother said giving her a big smile.
“When mother?” Rhonda asked as a child might.
“The danger here of attack or arrest may be imminent, I no longer feel this home is a secret. You must go immediately; a car is on its way and should be here any second to take you to the airport. You take this ticket for first class and go straight to the apartment prepared for you, is that clear my perfect Rhonda?”
“Yes mother.”
“Good, now grab the two bags of belongings we always keep packed for you and see if the car has arrived yet.”
Rhonda went and fetched her two emergency bags and walked to the front door to look. There was a black town car just pulling up to the house.
“Go now, be safe.” Her mother said as Rhonda gave her a hug, the evil mastermind behind everything, before grabbing her bags and heading out to the car. Her mother watched as the driver popped the trunk and helped with her bags. Rhonda got into the car and turned to wave goodbye as it was pulling away. Her mother felt a weight lifted when the car was out of sight and on its way to the airport. She was positive no one knew about the new place or had any clue Rhonda was leaving.
Rhonda’s mother went back into the house, as she went to walk into the kitchen to feed the cats she was interrupted by a blow to the jaw. She couldn’t have seen it coming but it was Sandra Stone’s elbow.
“Your time is over you evil old bitch,” Sandra said kicking her, knocking her onto her side, Rhonda’s mother began to laugh.
“My daughter will hear of this, you’re as good as dead.”
“Your daughter’s being handled as we speak, what car service did you use again? Oh that’s right, the fake one I provided for you.”
A look of horror spread over the face of Rhonda’s mother as she realized both she and her pride and joy psycho may be killed on the same day.
“But we have so much terror left to spread,” she said out loud almost pitying herself.
“Yeah well, you’re not going to be spreading anything ever again, except your blood.” Sandra now held a knife in her hand that she always kept close to the curve of her spine against the small of her back; she moved her hand outward showing her blade to the evil old hag.
Rhonda
Rhonda sat in the back of the car thinking everything was lovely and normal according going to plan. She was being driven to the airport to start her new life of terror thousands of miles from her previous crimes. The car pulled off to the shoulder turning down a small utility road, Rhonda’s sociopathic instincts told her something was wrong. Trying to open the door she found them locked, there was a plastic separator between her and the driver, she banged on it.
“Hey asshole, the airport’s back that way,” Rhonda screamed as the driver kept looking forward only raising his hand to flip her the bird.
Rhonda began kicking at the windows only to find them Plexiglas and damn near impossible to break, but that didn’t stop her from trying. The car pulled to a stop and the hulking driver got out and reached to open the back door. Ripping it open, he yanked Rhonda out by her ankles, with her screaming and struggling the entire way that is until she hit the ground with a thud when falling from car to street. The wind was knocked out of her as she turned onto her right side, and as fortune would have it she saw a nail under the car; he turned her onto her back and stepped on her chest.