Dear Diary: May 22

Dear Diary
Well Rebecca finally got her way; I was fired from the dinner today. My boss said it was because “I didn’t mesh well with other employees.” The truth is I just didn’t fit in with Rebecca and her little clique of cronies. She worked hard on turning everyone against me after that day I caught her coming from the boss’s office looking disheveled with her makeup smeared. She told everyone it was having problems with her boyfriend. But I didn’t buy it. I snuck into the office found her address and wrote her boyfriend a letter about what I saw. He came in a few days after I sent it screaming at her about it. She cornered me in the alley later that day; she kept shoving me against the wall and tried to tell me I had no clue what I had seen and that I had no right to write that letter. I told her to leave me alone. She shoved me into the wall again and told me to back out of her private affairs. I told her things couldn’t be very private if she was going down on the bosses at work during her shift, she responded by punching me in the stomach. I tried telling the boss, but it never went anywhere. I doubted it ever would consider their little fling going on daily in the office. Things spiraled down from there culminating in today. I know it was her. I decided to replay the favor, but this time I wouldn’t be so helpless.
I still had a few hours before the end of her shift; tonight she was closing. So since I had a little time on my hands I decided to get ready for my big move to Jason’s apartment I started gathering boxes and stopped by the condos where Jason lived to get the keys. The guy at the front desk looked strangely at me first, I guess he didn’t get the message; and then he confused me with Jason’s assistant, some women named Evaline. Funny Jason never told me about her. Any ways after I got the keys I headed down to the basement to find Jason’s storage, I couldn’t imagine the harm in starting to move my stuff over right way. I was amazed at how big it was, a family of ten could live in there comfortably. Afterwards I started gathering boxes and packing a few things, I could take them to Jason’s storage later that evening after I took care of Rebecca. I slipped some “insurance” into my back pocket, covering part of it with my shirt for a little discretion. After all our last confrontation was a little violent and I didn’t want her to get the upper hand.
Closing at the dinner finally rolled around, I waited in the alley next to the grease barrels that where scheduled to be picked up the next morning. I got there and hour early, so that I wouldn’t miss her.  It seemed like it was taking forever until I heard Rebecca’s voice “night see you the morning” she called to my former boss, I could him yell back the same greeting. It looks like he stayed a little later than normal. I smirked; their flimsy cover would have been easily blown if everyone else didn’t choose to turn a blind eye. The heavy door slammed shut with a loud thud. I was in the perfect position; Rebecca would have to walk right past me. “Hello Bitch” I said as I stepped out directly in her pat, “Get out of my way you fucking psycho” she sneered as she tried to divert around me. “Psycho? Is that what you told our boss I was as your where on your knees in the office” I mocked her. She turned around “you threw a dead rat in my purse you obsessive bitch. And how many times do I have to tell your sick and twisted little mind there is nothing going on between me and him.” She glared at me vehemently, “anyways I’m not the one almost scaring off the customers. That guy you’re obsessed with, what was his name. Jason, yeah that was him; he said he was glad he didn’t have to put up with your pathetic fawning anymore, he said you really gave him the creeps.” I lost it, how dare she utter Jason’s name like that, and worse how could she make up lies like that. “Whore” I screamed as lunged, I grabbed her and threw into the wall next the grease barrels. As she started to get her bearings I had only a few seconds to reach into my back pocket pull my “insurance;” well most people would call it a knife, but tonight it was my upper hand. Rebecca lunged at me; I wrapped one hand around Rebecca’s throat and plunged the knife into her with the other. She tried to scream, but my grip on her throat made it hard for her to breath. I got just inches from her face and looked her right in the eyes. They had a look of terror in them.
“Listen whore” I said as I twisted the knife “Jason loves me, where going to be married.” The loss of blood was making her weak. I released my grip on her throat. She slowly slid down the wall. I pried the lid off one of the grease barrels, steam started rise up. I grabbed Rebecca by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. I then proceeded to push her head first into the steaming barrel of grease. She screamed feebly and tried to put up a fight, but she was too weak from the blood loss. I hear the oil crackle and pop as it began to cook her flesh; a few air bubbles broke the surface. I she tried to kick but honestly there was no point as I shoved the rest of her into the barrel. I resealed the barrel and headed home. Bitch! Making up stories about Jason. How dare she!
I headed home to grab the few boxes I had ready and took them to store in Jason’s storage unit. I decided to head up to Jason’s and see if was home. I could surprise him. Unfortunately he was still at the office, but the evening wasn’t a total loss. Jason had already started to make room in closet for my clothes. I was about to leave the bedroom when I spotted it, Jason had left my engagement ring sitting right there in place sight on the night stand. I couldn’t resist taking a peek. I was a princess cut halo three carat diamond, and it fit like a glove. I fell back onto the back onto the bed in complete bliss. The sheets smelled like him, it sent me into a state of ecstasy; I fell asleep dreaming of Jason and our future together.