posted on Jun, 7 2008 @ 01:44 AM
Struggling to open eyes that felt like lead, Wes woke up feeling
pain all over his body. Moving slowly, he dry scrubbed his hands on
his face, only to realize they weren't dry at all. Opening them
quickly, he realized they were covered in blood. "Where the Hell did
the blood come from?" Wes thought to himself.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. As Wes looked across
the bed to the front door of his small studio apartment, he realized
there was a female lying in the bed next to him. Getting up from
bed, he quickly ran to the sink, he yelled out "Give me a second, be
After washing his hands and face then drying his hands and looking
at the clock before he looked through the peephole, Wes noticed it
was six o'clock in the morning. "This is too early for who
ever this is, knocking at my door" he said to himself. He rushed to
throw on a pair of jeans, almost falling on the floor.
Having noticed that it was a Police Officer, Wes opened the door a
crack, wedging a foot against the door so it couldn't be opened any
further. "Can I help you Officer?" as he looked the Police Officer
straight in the eyes. The Officer handed him a picture, asking "Have
you seen this woman tonight? She's been reported missing by her
mother." Taking a look at the picture, Wes shook his head as he
handed it back. "No, I sure haven't Officer. What's her name, if you
don't mind me asking?"
"Karen, her name is Karen sir. If you see her, can you give me call
at this number?" the Police Officer asked as he handed a business
card to Wes. He took the business card, glancing at it he said "Sure
thing Officer, anything I can do to help." Shutting the door, Wes
tucked the business card in a tight back pocket and looked over at
the bed. Walking quickly to the bed, he threw back the sheet and
hollered at the female in his bed. "Up and at'em, time to get out of
my apartment, who ever you are."
Wes's faced turned three shades of white. There was a blonde woman
laying in his bed, naked and face down in a pool of
blood. "OFFICER…" Wes screamed out, running to the front door and
opening it. He noticed the unmarked Police Car; a black Ford Crown
Victoria with a Mafia tint was sitting at the road waiting to turn
left. Looking back to the bed and thinking about what he saw, Wes
quickly shut the door. "What the Hell am I doing? I don't even know
who this woman is, and I'm going to tell a Police Officer I woke up
next to a dead body…what the Hell am I thinking?"
Picking up his cell phone, Wes opened it and began dialing a number.
Putting the phone to his ear, he glanced at the body on the
bed. "Hello?" spoke a voice on the other end. "This is Wes…I need
your help. I think I'm in trouble." The lean six foot two man said
into the cell phone. "Wes…when aren't you in trouble?" spoke a
female voice on the phone. "I'm serious…I need you at my apartment…
NOW!" he said excitedly. "Okay, you'll be here in fifteen minutes?
Thank you so much. Sorry that I yelled. I'll explain when you get
here." He hung up the phone and looked around his apartment. Wes
noticed a woman's clothes thrown on the floor, her shoes no where to
be seen. Reaching down, he picked up a brassiere and looked at it.
Lacey and slightly worn, it was a size forty double D. "Yeah…um I
like my women's boobs a little smaller than that." Wes said out
Deciding he needed a shower, Wes pulled off his pants and threw them
over a chair. He reached into the shower and turned on the water,
leaving it to get hot. As he looked in the mirror, he noticed a spot
of blood on his shoulder blade. "God, I've got blood everywhere."
Stepping into the shower, the muscularly lean man grabbed the
shampoo and began to pour it into his hand. Lathering his hair, he
began thinking about the night before. "I went to work yesterday…
then I came home, got a shower, left for the party and that's the
last thing I remember" Wes said to himself. "Why don't I remember that party at all?" Wes pondered the party that eluded his memory.
A loud ear shattering scream brought him out of his thoughts, and
Wes almost fell on his butt in the shower. "What the Hell?" he
shouted after quickly rinsing the soap out of his hair. Pulling the
shower curtain aside, he stepped out of the shower while grabbing a
towel and stepped into the living room. "Wes, what the Hell did you
do boy?" a pretty blonde woman with a shocked look on her face asked
him. "Are you in the habit of murdering women, then asking your ex-
girlfriend's over to help you hide the body?" she asked. "Roxanne…I
don't even know who this woman is…" he stated, while pointing at the
"I mean, all I know is that I woke up after having been at a party I don't remember last night, with a dead body in my bed. I didn't even know she
was dead until after the Police Officer left." He agitatedly said to his
ex-girlfriend. "The POLICE were here?!?!" she yelled. "Where are
they now? Did they ask you a lot of questions? Do they know who she
is, or how she got here? Why aren't you in jail waiting…?" Roxanne
asked before Wes stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Rox…a
Police Officer knocked on my door at six am, asking if I'd seen a
woman who's mother had reported her missing. I don't know why he was
knocking at my door; he didn't seem too interested in knocking on
anyone else's door. Once I'd realized this woman was dead, I ran to
the front door and the Cop was already leaving the apartment
Roxanne looked at Wesley Iodole, her ex-boyfriend of five years, and
relaxed a bit. "His story is out there, but I know Wes isn't a
murderer or I'd be dead after half the crap that went down between
us." she thought to herself. Turning back to the naked man, she
looked him over. "Wes…babe, why are there bruises all over your side
and back" she asked as she stepped closer, touching his side. "Ow,
dammit…that hurt." He yelled at her. She flinched at the
rebuke, looking him in the eyes furiously. "You know, I didn't hurt
you…I was trying to help. It looks like you may have a broken rib or
The brunette man dropped the towel he had been holding, running his
hands over his face. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. It just hurt a lot, and I
wasn't expecting it." Looking back to the body, he stepped closer to
it and looked at the tattoo on her bare butt. A tattoo of two
fairies having sex stared back at him, a male bending a female fairy
over. That's quite an odd tattoo thought Wes to himself. Roxanne
stepped closer to the body, examining it from behind Wesley.
Pointing to the body, she said "Wes, since when you date women who
like fairies? I thought you'd told me that they were childish and
immature." Turning around quickly, looking his ex-girlfriend in the
eyes Wesley Iodole stated flatly "I told you, I DON'T know this
woman…didn't you listen the first time I said that?!?!" Roxanne
moved closer to Wes, putting a soft hand on his shoulder. "Babe, it
was a joke, to lighten you up." She sighed softly. "I thought it
would lighten you up, but I see you've gotten no further with having
a sense of humor since I saw you six months ago." She chided.
Slightly trembling, Wesley sat down on the edge of the bed.
Putting his hands out in front of him, he realized he was shaking so
bad it was visible to both him and the woman he used to love. "Why
did I call Rox now…did I trust her this much when we were together…
do I trust her this much now?" he thought in rapid fire succession.
He watched as Roxanne went to the television and turned it on, then
turned towards him. "I'm going to go get a few things out of my car,
you sit and relax for a few minutes and watch the tube." Wes watched
her leave the apartment then lay back on the bed a few inches from
the body of the dead woman.
The T.V. had some news broadcast of an over inflated left
wing Christian liberal spouting off how they needed added security
to our beloved nation, and how much the terrorists were plotting and
scheming to flatten the giant that was the United States, how the
War on Terror had a new type of terrorist, the Lone Wolf. That people
who weren't patriotic to our country, computer hackers, people who
hid in plain sight were deemed a "Domestic Terrorist."
"What a load of crap." thought Wes to himself. "Can't these
people hear through this dribble? Can't they hear the double-speak
for themselves? Why am I the only one who hears it?" Suddenly the
crowd on the television gasped, and Wes sat up to see what the
commotion was all about. He saw the politician had fainted on the
stage, knocking the podium off the stage, a letter grasped in his
hand that had obviously just been handed to him by the man who was
standing by his side, stunned by what had just transpired.
Quickly a few well dressed men ran in to scoop him up before
he fell to the floor below the stage. The men had smelling salts
out, reviving the man quickly. Other men in the crowd along with his
security team put the podium back up on the stage, straightening the
microphone for him. Taking the offered glass of water, he timidly
thanked the man who had handed it to him, took a small sip of it and
set it down underneath the podium.
Roxanne walked back into the apartment right then, watching
Wesley's face as she spoke into the phone. "I'll call you back daddy, Wes needs me." She set down her stuff on the other chair in the
room, picking up a bra from the chair as she did. "She's definitely
got a lot going for her." Roxanne drawled sarcastically. The
speaker on the television continued with his speech, Roxanne seemed
oblivious to him while Wesley tuned her out. "The time has come to
bring the world ahead to the future, to take a step closer to a New
World Order, to take the fight to the terrorist's front door. I have
just found out that my own daughter, Karen…was found murdered this
[edit on 7-6-2008 by SpartanKingLeonidas]