Mother's Obsession

A Spark in the Dark

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

I ended the call with Lisa and looked at the phone in disgust. I had known about the affair between Callum and her for a very long time now. They think that I have been unaware of the affair for a while, and it is quite naïve of them to think I would not have suspected something or even get some investigation done myself. I would notice the exchanges they make toward each other whenever she is around. I did not want to only suspect but know about it for sure, so I decided to start inviting her over more often. I assumed that they would have been dumb enough to get comfortable and start having s*x in the house while I was around. Callum even had the audacity to have s*x on our bed…sometimes on my pillow. I no longer use that pillow, but I let them believe that I have been placing my head on something that Lisa had her v****a on.

I did want to get my revenge on the both of them, but my inner self is telling me to stay calm and let things play out for itself. I did, however, purchase an at home sexually transmitted diseases kit where it contained tests for multiple for sexually transmitted infections like Human Immunodeficiency, Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome, chlamydia, and yeast infections. Of course, this kit would not be one hundred percent accurate but that is why I bought two tests. Callum and I have not been sleeping together at all since he started his new job at the law firm. I guess he had Lisa for that now. Due to this, I know for certain that I would be clean from any and everything because he has not been near my naked v****a for quite some time now.

I had a fresh specimen to use from the last time Callum and Lisa had s*x on our bed, where she got all of her secretions on my pillow. I do not know if they were using their brains or what, but they got so sloppy with their affair that they thought having s*x on the bed, and only getting the sheets cleaned would have sufficed. I know they made it their duty to have my housekeeper, Martha, wash the sheets diligently, but I guess they instructed her to leave my pillow as it is. I guess the thought of me sleeping on the remnants of their infidelity was considered a big joke to them because they thought I was clueless about everything.

Did they not think that I would suspect something after obviously smelling the s*x on my pillow? Callum should know also, that whenever Lisa is over, I change the sheets after she leaves the house. This was a routine even before they started sleeping together. Lisa has a rather popular reputation, and it is not an innocent one either. With the way she carries herself about, the way she dresses and they way she sleeps around with multiple men, I did not trust her cleanliness whatsoever. She even confided in me once and stated that she loved the feeling of being filled with c*m, so much so that whenever she has s*x with men and they finish inside of her, she does not shower after but rather leaves it in there to just marinate until it creates a rather strong potent scent. Also, Lisa has the tendency to be all over my bed whenever she comes over. It does not matter what time of day she shows up, she would immediately lay down on my bed and stay there until she leaves. So, when she does, I made it my duty to always change the sheets and pillowcases, I would wash my blankets and mop the room with bleach. Since this was such a frequent, I never bothered to make the housekeeper do it, as my room was relatively small, and I was aware of how to clean a room by myself. 

For months, after I learned of Callum’s infidelity, I cried and pitied myself. I was so depressed that I did not know what to do with myself. I would even openly tell Callum I felt depressed, and he would ignore me or just not take me seriously at all. At one point I simply felt lost, and I really could not find it in myself to be okay. There were days where I could not bring myself to get out of bed. I just laid in bed crying all day while Callum was at work. I would cry myself to sleep, then wake up and cry again. I do not even think that he noticed that I had stopped eating, which is bad because I am four months pregnant. I have been going to every doctor’s appointment alone, while he made excuses not to attend because he secretly wanted to go bang his secretary. It is so cliché to think like that.

New corporate job and having s*x with the secretary already. I knew how Lisa got him that job and I was not surprised or even disgusted by the thought. If I were as pretty or as sexy as she is, I would have used my looks to get me places as well. Of course, I could not ever partake in hook-up culture. It is not that I have anything against it, s*x could be fun, and it is natural for human beings. However, the way I was brought up, instilled morals in me which I could not overlook no matter how hard I tried. I just know that if I were to ignore my morals and values and take advantage of the body I was given, I would only feel guilty and dirty in the end which would not be good for my mentality since I do have a tendency to overthink a lot.

I was currently on my bed with the sexually transmitted test kits, and I was reading the instructions on how to properly do the test to limit errors. I got a roll or tape out and a sharpie to label the test. I was testing myself as well, just so that I could see if the test could be accurate as it claims on the box. I had recently gotten tested at one of my doctor’s appointments, so I know for certain that I am free from all infections. I collected specimens from my own body and placed them in the liquid solution. I labeled it with my name before I went on to use Lisa’s specimen. I wet the cotton swab a little bit and then swabbed the pillow to collect he remnants she had left there for me as a present. 

 I placed her specimen into the solution and waited patiently for the results.

Just then I got a message on my phone. Multiple messages by the sound of it, as my phone went notified me multiple times. I retrieved my phone and opened the message. It was a message from an unknown number. In the message were pictures and videos and Lisa and Callum having s*x.

My stomach dropped and the nausea that I did not experience thus far in my pregnancy seemed to appear all of a sudden. I raced to the bathroom and knelt beside the toilet as I began to throw up. Eventually I had nothing left in my stomach and all I could do is dry heave. I rinsed my mouth in the sink and returned to the room before I continued to go through the evidence even more. One picture in particular grasped my attention.

In the picture, there was Lisa, on all fours on the bed. From the looks of it, it looked like the guest bedroom. But there was a third party. I zoomed in to see her face, but it was cropped out. I stared at the picture intently until I realized I could see his face in the mirror.

Martha. My housekeeper.

What the actual f*ck.

I got up from the bed and exited my bedroom. I walked outside of the house, into the yard and looked around my environment. I saw a nice, sturdy rock. It was not too big but not too small either. It was the perfect size for me to hold with just one hand. I picked it up and returned to the bedroom where I proceeded to take a seat on my bed and wait.

I waited while I finalized the thoughts on my head to make sure of my next actions. To be certain that what I was about to do would be what I really wanted to do.

I smiled in content and leaned back onto the headboard of my bed to relax myself for a little bit while the rock laid at rest in my hand. I closed my eyes as I gathered my thoughts and what little nerves that may have gone haywire.

I was prepared.

I am ready.

“MARTHA?” I called out to the housekeeper.

I knew she would be in the laundry room doing the laundry…duh but she still would have been able to hear my beckoning.

A minute later I heard heavy footsteps and then my bedroom door opened a little. I got off the bed and approached the door – the rock now in the hand that I kept behind my back. As soon as Martha poked her head through into my bedroom, I bashed her head in with the rock.

I only hit her once, so it is okay.

I wanted her to pass out, not die…just yet.

When she fell to the floor, I checked her pulse to make sure she still had one before I grabbed the duct tape on my bed and taped her mouth shut before I proceeded to tape her hands together and then her feet.

Now to drag her to the basement.

This could not be good for my baby. All of this heavy lifting but I guess I have to do what I have to do right?

I grabbed ahold of Martha’s feet and began tugging her across the floor. I took her down the hallway, then opened the door to the basement and pushed her down the stairs. I really could not drag her down a flight of stairs. That woman weighed like three times my weight. A couple bruises here and there would be okay for her.

I walked down the stairs shortly after Martha made it to the bottom. I turned on the lights and then grabbed a chair. How am I going to lift this lady onto the chair.

I doubt I could. She is way too heavy. Maybe I will wake her up or get herself onto the chair, or maybe, just maybe, I can leave her on the floor. Hmm. Which one is easier on me.

I guess the latter.

I left Martha to get some rest while I made my way back upstairs. I needed a plan. I already know what I am going to do with Martha, there is no doubt in that. But I needed to do something to kill time while she rested in the basement, I would hate to wake her up from his little nap. I was never one to intrude like that.

Maybe I will have a bath. That sounds like a nice relaxing idea. I do need to release some tension from my muscles. Both the baby and I need it.

I filled the bathtub with some water and added some soap to it as well as some other oils to help with my relaxation. Aroma therapy is always a great idea, but I have never really done it before. I think now would be a good time to try it.

When the bath was ready, I stripped myself of my clothes and I got in. I sunk to the bottom of the tub and opened my eyes as I looked at the water above my head. Not wanting to stay in here much longer than I needed to, I closed my eyes for a bit, just to clear my mind of the negative thoughts intruding my mind at the moment.

I stayed like this in silence for about five minutes, before I washed myself and got out of the tub. As much as I wish I could have stayed in there longer, I had things that needed to get done. Like assignments. And well, killing Martha of course.

I dried my skin and changed into some comforting clothes before I made my way downstairs to the basement. When I opened the door to the basement, I saw Martha immediately trying to escape but I could not let that happen. I pushed her yet again and stood on top of the stairs as I watched her roll back down.

Hmm…I think she twisted an ankle this time.

Oops.

“Why? What are you doing Colette?” Martha asked in horror as she backed away from me to the best of her ability in nothing but disbelief, pain and fear.

“Because you betrayed me, of course.” I said sweetly to her as I stepped over her shivering body.

So pathetic.

“What do you mean? I-I did not do anything wrong.” She stuttered which made me laugh out loud.

Truly pathetic.

I looked at my phone as I located the message I had just received.

“Whose phone is this ‘555-332-4959’?” I asked her and watched her face lit up and then dropped.

“That is my husband.” She said, her eyes dropping to the floor as she began to sob violently. It felt pleasurable to see her cry like that.

Just as I had cried all those months because of fiancé’s infidelities. Just as I have cried myself to sleep every night because I felt like I was not good enough. Just as I have cried while hating the way that I looked in the mirror because my boyfriend chose to cheat on me with someone who is way better than me physically.

“I think your husband found out about your infidelities Martha. How do you think he felt when he saw all of those pictures and videos of you f*cking my boyfriend? Maybe I will go f*ck your husband now, Martha. Would you like that? Is that what you want? Because I can go do that right now.”

“P-please I am sorry; I was going to tell you. I just needed more evidence. I caught Callum and Lisa making out in the bedroom once and then they both seduced me to not say anything. That is when I figured that I could just set them up. Whenever they wanted to have a threesome at the house, I would set up my phone in the room first and then let them inside. I have always recorded the moments we all slept together. I-I am sorry Colette. I- I lost myself in the illicit romance I was roped into.” She burst into tears as I dug into her pockets to retrieve her phone.

It did not even have a password, but I expected nothing more from an old lady with a smartphone. I directed my way to her photo gallery in search of the alleged photos and videos she had collected.

She was telling me the truth. There were hundreds of pictures and a couple videos of the three of them together.

Huh.

What do you know.

I sighed deeply before I pulled out a knife from my pocked and stuck it into Martha’s neck. I continued to go through her phone as she bled out on the floor. I know just what to do now.

We are going to have some fun. 

I left the basement and made my way to the kitchen. Fortunately, my mother was out for the day, so I was pretty much at home all alone for the day. I grabbed a garbage bag and made my way to my bedroom. In there, I proceeded to undress from the clothes I was currently wearing. I then grabbed a pair of scissors and cut a small hole into the garbage bag. A hole big enough for my head to fit through. I then cut two more holes for my arms. I put the garbage bag over my body and did a little spin in front of the mirror.

I giggled a little bit because of how silly I looked.

Under the garbage bag, I only wore a pair of panties because I did not want my other clothes to get messy. If they were to get blood on them, I would have to burn them, and I just could not do that to my favorite pair of shorts.

I returned to the kitchen where my mother had her collection of butcher knives. I grabbed the biggest one, along with a hammer and made my way to the basement. On the floor of the basement, laid Martha. She was dead by now, of course.

My plans for her would be quite gruesome but I do not think they are that cruel. I started with her limbs first. I place the knife at her shoulder, where the arm would be connecting to the neck area, then I began chopping away. Of course, the bone was a tough one to crack, so I had to use the hammer to get through it. The did the same to the other arm and the legs. For the leg part I had to chop it into three pieces where I had to separate the thigh, from the calves and then remove her feet. I placed the limps into a bucket and sat down to take a short break. This was tough work, but I was more than motivated to complete the task.

See, I had worked as a meat cutter for two years at the beginning of my university days. There, I learnt how to cut meat, of course, how to skin it and how to also drain the animal of its blood. I know what parts were edible and what parts were not. Fortunately for me, I owned three dogs, so the non-edible parts of Martha would be fed to them.

After I placed the limbs into a bucket, I began to skin them. When I finished skinning the limbs, I chopped them up into smaller pieces so that I could remove the bone and slice it into appropriate sized. The did the same with the torso piece and collected the blood as well as the organs in a bucket. I will cook this with some rice to give to my dogs later. I bet they would like that very much. I took the chopped up limbs to the kitchen. I removed all dishes from the sink and located a metal basic, which I filled with fresh lemon juice and salt. I put all of the chopped meat in there and washed it thoroughly. When I had successfully gotten rid of the bloody scent from the chopped pieces, I went on to season them all before I placed them into containers and stored it in the freezer.

For the guts and the blood, I chopped them into smaller pieces and threw them into a big pot of water. I lit the stove waited for it to start boiling. When I saw that the water was hot enough, I added a couple cups of rice to the pot and left that to cook together.

Tonight, my dogs will feast like kings.

While the dogs’ food was cooking, I made my way to the supply closet to grab some bleach, Lysol, black disinfectant, and a few cans of air freshener. I made my way to the basement to commence clean up. I figured that it would take a while, so I grabbed my phone, my headphone, and my arm strap for the phone to listen to music while I worked.

Time to hide the evidence, I guess. I sighed heavily. This is such hard work.