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Chapter 9

We all go a little Mad sometimes

Alexis POV – present day

I noticed a shift in Nina’s demeanor when she reached this part of her story. What was once a pensive, lighthearted outward appearance suddenly became very ominous and dark. Her character’s drastic change was a clear indication that this story was about to take a turn for the worse; for some reason, alarms were firing off in my gut, telling me to back out now and just leave. The foreboding sense of dread crept its bony fingers along my spine, dispersing a trail of electric currents in its wake; it was as if what I was about to hear next would plunge me headfirst past the point of no return. If the beginning of her tale were a mere sampling of the buffet of chaos she was about to impart on my ears, I’d be damned if I wasn’t a fucking glutton waiting with fork and knife in hand, ready to eat it up.

Fuck me.

She had me hook, line, and sinker.


Nina’s POV - 5 & 1/2 years ago

When I pulled into our long driveway, the sun was beginning to set. Deep pinks, purples, and blues filled the sky in a kaleidoscope of different hues. Winter was just around the corner, making the days seem shorter and shorter. I hadn’t planned on being gone as long as I had been, but I had gotten so caught up in shopping for everything as I tried to predict what might be necessary for tomorrow. I completely lost track of time. I felt like an asshole. My poor little dooglette must be missing me terribly right now. Since Dean customarily parked in the garage towards the back of the house, I parked my small beater car closer to the front of the house near the main entrance. I got out of the driver’s seat of my car and went around to the trunk to grab my bags and bring them in. It hadn’t occurred to me that the entire time I had been home, I hadn’t heard Mitzy’s incessant symphony of barking that she felt the need to do whenever she would hear either me or Dean pull up in the driveway. I quickly brushed off my curiosity and toted my five fully packed shopping totes with me, up the newly repaired front porch steps, inside my home, and directly into the kitchen. I set all the bags down on the mustard yellow countertops with a huff and stood there, taking a mental inventory of everything I needed to get done in the next few hours. I decided dinner for Mitzy, and I would take precedence first. I then reached into one of my totes, pulling out the new faded pink hoodie I purchased her that was aptly labeled with Sassy Since Birth. She totally was.

I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to put the soft little hoodie on her. I figured I’d take a pic of my little girl sporting her new digs and I to send to Daddy Dean. He’d get a kick out of it.

A worrisome thought hit me again as I held onto Mitzy’s little hoodie; I still hadn’t heard her. I furrowed my brow. Something didn’t seem right. I quickly darted over to the back door and opened it up. Darkness had already begun to settle across the land, making it more difficult to see anything—the one thing I could determine, though, was that I still hadn’t heard nor seen Mitzy. I flipped on the light switch positioned just to the right of the wooden back door; immediately, light flooded the back yard.

No Mitzy.

I dropped the little hoodie onto the ground as panic was beginning to creep into my bones. I repeatedly clasped and unclasped my hands out of nervousness, and my breathing was slowly becoming erratic, causing a hitch in my breath. Off in the distance, near the side of the garage, I could see a faint undiscernible mound of grey, beige, and red. My eyes scanned the area again.

Still no Mitzy.

I bit my lip. A nauseating feeling began to take shape deep within my stomach. I turned my attention back to the mound by the garage and bit my thumbnail.

I decided to grab the flashlight hanging on a hook by the door to take with me. Whatever it was appeared to be in an area not fully lit. I took a deep breath and scratched my head.

Even still, no Mitzy.

I took a couple of hesitant steps onto the back lawn and turned on the flashlight. It was so silent that I could hear every little noise around me. I could hear the crickets chirping. I could hear the leave rustling in the breeze. I could hear my footsteps with every step I made towards my destination. I could hear the terrified pounding of every heartbeat inside my chest.

Yet still no Mitzy.

When I reached the object of my curiosity, my heart just stopped. I dropped the flashlight and fell to my knees. Torn little grey limbs, sinewy bloodied bits of meat and tissue, entrails were strewn about, and two little glossy button eyes staring blankly at me from a head that had been torn away from its body. And blood, so much blood from something so small.


I screamed out at the massacred remains of my little dog in front of me.

Who would do such a thing?!
There were no bears in the area, no wolves were reported, nothing. I held my face in my hands, crying out at whatever did this to my dog. I swore to the high heavens that if I ever caught the animal that did this to her, I would repay it tenfold. Then I saw it—a small tuft of rust-colored fur that was near Mitzy’s bloodied muzzle. My little fighter had actually managed to do some damage as well as provide proof of her attacker.


I stood up and immediately made my way over to the Adler’s home to demand justice for my Mitzy. When I approached the two-story rustic brick home, I stomped my way across the front lawn, past the cable company van parked in the driveway, and up the porch steps, directly towards the front door. I began pounding on their door as well as ringing the doorbell repeatedly. It didn’t take long before Anabelle answered it, wearing a very revealing black negligee making it quite obvious her husband wasn’t home.

It looks like Mr. Cable Guy must be setting her up with the premium service package. A scowl appeared on her face as she glared at me.

I swear this woman is the definition of resting bitch face.

“What. Do. You. Want.”

“I’m pretty sure you fucking know why I’m here, Anabelle. Let’s not play dumb, shall we.”
“No, I don’t. Spill it. Why the fuck are you here pounding on my front door like a crazy woman.”
I clicked my tongue in disbelief. This bitch wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Fine, I’ll humor you. I’m here because of your fucking psycho dog.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your dog Anabelle. That psychotic beast of yours killed my fucking dog! I’m here to tell you that either you call Animal Control or I will. Either way, that BITCH is being put down!”

A small chuckle escaped her overly glossed lips.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Nina.”
“Excuse me?”
“First off, I don’t believe you. My Princess wouldn’t harm a fucking fly. Secondly, even if you try and call Animal Control, they won’t do shit. Why because they work for my husband and, in turn, work for me.”
“Your dog is a fucking menace. PRINCESS KILLED MY DOG! You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m just gonna sit back and not tell anyone. Maybe I should just call your husband and tell him. Hell, while I’m at it, why don’t I enlighten him about what a fucking cheating whore you are as well.”

The loud snap of her hand, making contact with the side of my face, resonated around me. She smirked as I slowly placed my hand on my stinging cheek. Seething hatred for her was seeping through every pore of my body. I clenched my fist, ready to strike when she decided to speak.

“You won’t say anything to my husband, Nina. Not about your little mangy mutt and certainly not about my personal business. If you do, I will make sure you suffer in ways you couldn’t even imagine. You think your little shit dog’s death sucked ... try me. That’s nothing compared to what else I can do to you. My husband owns this fucking town and has influence all over the place. You think this is the first time someone’s tried to threaten me about my little flings. Puh-lease, he already fucking knows, and he doesn’t give a shit. So, go ahead. Tell him, but if you do bitch, I will bury you and your husband. I’ll make sure Dean never works as a mortician ever again. Hell, you both will be lucky if you can land a fucking job at McDonald’s by the time I’m done. So, tell me, Nina ... Do you still plan on saying anything to my husband, or anyone else for that matter?”




Damn this bitch. Fucking rich people and their entitled asses. I closed my eyes, hating the next words that I muttered. The words that betrayed my little Mitzy.

“No, I won’t say anything.”

A huge shit-eating grin spread across her face.

I just shook my head. It took every ounce of restraint not to bash her head against her wooden doorframe.

“Good. Well then, it’s settled. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have company to entertain.”

I turned to walk away when Anabelle had to make sure she got one last dig into my already shredded ego.

“You know, with all the time you just unnecessarily wasted over some stupid dog, I really hope you’ve managed to prepare decent desserts for my party tomorrow. I’d hate for you to make a bad impression with the city council members.”

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist as I heard the loud slamming of her front door informing me she had retreated back into her home.

The fucking dinner party. Of course, one more nail in the proverbial coffin.


A deep growl broke the silence. Princess.

It looks like someone was more interested in fucking the cable guy than making sure Satan’s little helper was safely inside. From the close proximity, I was able to discern a crusted bloodied area just to the side of her neck where a patch of fur was missing. I let out a little chuckle. My girl did well.

I began walking towards my home, and for some unknown reason, Princess thought it was a good idea to follow me.

The closer to home I got, the more the wheels in my brain started turning. I knew I was at an impasse. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to get retribution for my little Mitzy.

Or would I?

A thought hit me. But I couldn’t.

No, it was too crazy.

I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.

I bargained with the universe. I decided that if Cujo managed to follow me all the way to my house, into the back yard by the garage, then it was a clear sign that the universe was backing me.

I continued my walk home.

I made it to my front lawn.

Princess was still there.

I made it up the long driveway towards the backyard.

Princess was still there.

I made it through my back yard next to the garage.

Princess was still there.

I slowly walked over to the side of the garage and grabbed the shovel.

Princess was still there.

I swung the shovel with all my might against her skull. A sickening crack broke the silence, and Princess collapsed onto the ground. The bloody dent in her skull was slowly leaking onto the grass, creeping its way over towards the tattered carcass of the innocent she slaughtered. I’d be damned if I let this mangy mutt’s blood sully my dog’s remains. I lifted the sixty-pound beast and carried her in through the back door. I carried her down the stairs that led to the basement. I then carried her down the dark hallway that led to the prep room and laid her still body onto the cold steel table. Without a second thought, I inserted a long needle connected to clear tubing into the arterial vein located at the side of her neck and flipped the switch to the machine that the tubing was connected to - the Centrifugal Pump. I stood and watched as every drop of blood was drained from her body into a large plastic container.

I then cleaned up every trace of what happened this evening. I made sure to say a prayer for Mitzy as I stared blankly at the angry flames of the crematorium that turned her tattered remains into ash.

Once everything was done, I looked at the clock.

It was already one in the morning.

I turned my attention to the clear vat filled with the deep red viscous liquid and the different chocolate blocks that were sitting on the counter in front of me.

A small chuckle escaped my lips.

I wasn’t even remotely tired.

I had cookies to make.

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