She had marked her territory. He was her man and she wanted to make sure all the other women knew it. So, she insisted that he didn’t hang out with his female friends anymore. If they were married, they could do couple dates. She was to be the only woman in his life.
One day she stopped by his job to bring him lunch. He was happy to see her. She noticed a woman lurking around and playful touching her man. She didn’t like it. He was hers. She waited.
Later that evening she asked her boyfriend about the woman. “Oh, she’s just a friend. Very nice woman” he replied. She smiled. This woman was infringing on her territory.
She didn’t like that.
Later that week, she began observing the woman. Watching her. She wondered what her motives were. Why did she think she could have her man?
She became obsessed with the other woman. She reasoned she was protecting her territory so it was okay. She began stalking the woman’s every move. On-line and in person.
She slashed three of her tires one night. Wrote “slut” on her car. Sent her a dead cat via a courier service. She wanted her to move on. Leave the state. To leave her job. To leave her man alone.
But, this woman wouldn’t budge.
Her relationship with her boyfriend changed. He began to feel sorry for his co-worker. He started to be concerned about her safety and well-being. He even had the nerve to cancel dinner one night. He wanted to check on her.
She told him that she understood. She told him that was why she loved him. His loyalty to friends. She told him that she would keep dinner warm for later.
He loved her. She was such an understanding woman. He wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky.
So she went to the woman’s house that night. Stayed in her car and watched them. She was intent to find out what was going on between her man and that woman.
She got out of her car and peeked in the window. She saw them sitting on the couch. The woman had her head on her boyfriend’s lap. She looked scared.
She returned to her car and grabbed her 9mm. She walked up to the front door of the woman’s house. Her boyfriend opened the door. He looked surprised. He smiled.
She shot him in the chest.
Blood pooled on his shirt. He fell forward. She stepped over his body and entered the woman’s house. The woman screamed and began to run away. She shot her in the back. Point blank. In her head.
All those lessons at the gun range paid off. She was able to hit a moving target. Her instructor would be impressed.
She took her fingers and dipped them in the woman’s blood and wrote one word on the wall.
This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt. The word was territory.