#PromptAsHell 6: The Murderer and The Rat

“I couldn’t help it.” The handcuffs dug into my wrists as I clinched my fists. “He just wouldn’t stop. He just wouldn’t go away. Why is this such a big deal?!”

“Tell me when it started,” Detective McLeon said. He was playing the good cop role with his hand on my forearm and a soft look in his eyes. I’m not a fucking idiot, but he is.

“It’s been weeks. Maybe even months. I-I don’t know. Every night when I go to bed, I can hear him rummaging through the kitchen, but when I try to catch him in action, he’s gone. I just wanted him out of my house for good. There’s no crime in that.”

My mind was still whirling from having been jolted out of bed, handcuffed, and tossed into the back of a police cruiser in the middle of the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to be. I didn’t know I’d get caught, and I sure as hell didn’t realize I’d done anything wrong. That fucker deserved to die!

“Why’d you drag your boyfriend into this?”

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are for? I knew he’d help me the best he could.”

“Ah, you want to end an innocent life, but you didn’t wanna get your hands dirty.”

Fuck this guy. I stood up and kicked my chair out from under me. “I could have handled it myself but I thought he loved me! Besides, I didn’t have what I needed to pull it off, but I knew Adam did!”

Detective McLeon smirked like there was something brewing inside that vapid brain of his. “Tell me about the phone call. That’s why you’re here.”

“I sure as fuck didn’t know my stupid boyfriend was gonna record it. You already know what was said. You have the damn recording, don’t you?”

“I do, but I need to hear it from you.”

I rolled my eyes and slid down the wall to the floor. I was so tired and confused. What’s more, while I was stuck in that dank interrogation room, that nuisance was still freely roaming around my house. I’d gotten a cat for protection, but he’d gotten fat and lazy.

“I called him; Adam. I told him I needed his help getting rid of that fucker. I hadn’t been able to sleep in days. He asked me what needed to be done. I told him we were gonna kill him, that night. I told him to bring over some rat poison, peanut butter, I don’t know…Anything he could find. He said he’d come, but you already know what happened after that.”

“What happened?”

“Wow. Seriously? He hung up the damn phone, and you and your dumbass partner nodded at one another, content with the fact that you’d just gotten solid evidence against me for whatever it is I’ve done.”

“What you’ve done is conspire to commit a murder, and that’s illegal.” McLeon stood in front of me.

“Since WHEN!?” I winced as he grabbed my handcuffs and pulled me up from the floor.

“Since always. Now. Who’s this man that you want dead, and how do you know him?”

“What man?” I already stated that I was confused, but now I was just baffled.

“You’ve done so good, KJ. Don’t regress now. Who is the man you wanted to murder?”

McLeon crinkled his eyebrows as the uncontrollable cackles escaped my throat.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“I wasn’t planning to murder a man.”

“KJ, don’t do this again.”

Dumbass! “No, listen,” I laughed. “I wanted Adam to come over and help me catch a fucking mouse that’s been living in my walls. He only comes out at night and I never see him. A mouse. A MOUSE!”

“You tellin’ me all this is over a mouse?” McLeon slammed his notebook on the table.

“Apparently so, asshole. Can I go to bed now?”


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