Chapter 1

The 1st Chapter in the series

Begins.....NOW!!!

MURDER AT THE SPA
By. Maurice A. Dixon Jr.

CHAPTER 1
Nightfall. The trees rustled in the wind. It was a cold night alright perfect to be alone. Perfect to sleep. Perfect to be alive…. My life was a living hell the night “she” came back. My name is Timothy Dixon I’m a student, a sophomore just graduated from the 10h grade. I’m currently badly traumatized by my vacation on the day “She” came back to me. I can now tell you the story, my story…. There was a murder that happened at a spa resort a year ago, three campers: Bret Arnolds, Steve Carmichaels, and Terry Jones were murdered brutality there. Bret had his throat slit by a kitchen knife, Steve had drowned in the bath tub in his room, and Terry’s head was smashed by a television set. I was stunned by this and feared that the murderer was still at large. My dad never did hear the story. He tends to ignore the news. All he ever does is watch sitcoms, and working at his job late. The news covered the story about the three murders at the Powell spa. That’s where I used to date “Her”. Now you all wonder who “Her” is. Let me tell you that she used to be my girlfriend. Her name was Jessie. Jessie Powell. She went to the same middle school I was 3 years ago. I had just received my third swirly this year by a bunch of guys who claimed I had said something sarcastic to them. I never took their threats seriously. As they dunked my head into that filthy toilet, they mocked me at my weakness as I pleaded for mercy . I was a very timid boy and I hated violence very much. Even the site of blood makes my own blood run cold. Then, just then, I heard the door slam wide opened. It sounded like the blast of a gunshot in that tight area of the stalls. The guys who made fun of me instantly stood dead silent as they stared at Jessie. Jessie was in my 1st. Period class. She sat in the far row next to where I’m at. She was very quiet and a really tall girl. She was tall enough to play in the girl’s basketball team if she had the chance (but never did). She was beautiful but her brown hair was all messed up and wrangled as if she hadn’t combed it in months. “The hell you’re doing here little girl?” one of them said, raising his voice at her. Jessie never once answered back. The boys even tried to threaten her, just to scare her off, but Jessie never once backed up a bit. When they made an attack on her she fought back. She was amazingly strong for a girl. She knocked out the first boy with only one punch and another one by tossing him out of the restroom and she threatened them, sending them all running back to their own classrooms. I got my head out of the toilet and I looked up and watched her as she gazed down upon me. I thought she was going to hurt me but she hold out her hand as if she wanted me to grab it. I did and she pulled me back up to my feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” she said to me. She spoke in a gentle, sweet voice like my mom when she greets my dad when he gets home from work. We both walked to the nurse’s office to get a dry towel to dry myself. Jessie never once left my side. Escorting me to my next class to see if I’m ok, sit at the cafeteria table with me, and even walk me home (even when I don’t want her around). That’s when our relationship begins. After a week, she used to be real quiet and just as shy as I was. But now she was more talkative and we had a lot of things in common. She said her father owns a hotel spa resort almost far from my hometown. She convinced me many times to go out with her on a date. I sweat, I stuttered, I blushed. There were a couple of delays on my date with Jessie. I never even once dated a girl in all my life. I’m afraid I’ll faint or say something so awful that she would laugh. Nonetheless I finally said, “Yes.” That day I begin my very 1st date with Jessie. Of course I was nervous but something about Jessie made me feel more open to her about my self. I told her about my life’s screw ups and success. She never laughed at me at all. Oh, you could’ve just seen how happy I was. She’s like the girl of my dreams yet there she is the love I’ve been struggling to look for. Then night time rises. Jessie prefers to go on top of the Powell roof to see the beautiful night time sights. I fear heights but I don’t want Jessie to feel bad if I said, “No.” So I agreed I’ll on the roof with her. We make out on the roof. Yeah we were holding and kissing. We never once go too far. We’re too young for that. Jessie and I look at the moon and admire how beautiful it was. A milky white light shines on the roof we were on. “Timmy, do you love me?” Jessie’s question caught me off guard. I was kind of nervous to answer that but what to be nervous of? She is MY girlfriend. It’s never wrong just to say, “Yes Jessie, I-I do.” I thought that question was all she going to say. “I always wanted children Timmy,” another question struck me by surprise. I never knew she love me THIS much. “Timmy, promise me that when we grow up we’ll live here in my daddy’s spa resort together.” She was serious. I could see it in her eyes. They were a grayish-blue eyes of determination and love. But why would I not just say yes? How can any girl love me? I had the messiest hair in the world, I’ve got a few freckles, and I’m so jumpy and timid that I wouldn’t even face the school jock. But her eyes, they were so beautiful like a grey blue gemstone I always wanted for good luck . I got to tell her, I want to tell her, I need to tell her now. “Yes.” just like that I said, “Yes.” with a nonchalant tone and my eyes shows determination right in front of her now shocked, and extremely happy look on her face. She grabbed on to me in a form of a hug. She got a hell of a strong grip. She was really strong for a girl not that I was being sexist. Her body feels so soft as if a smooth silk gently wrapped around me. Her hair messy but got a nice smell. I just want to hold her all day. But the saddest thing is that this is the last time I get to hold her because death has approach and shattered my happiness. A week, a week me and Jessie had when we spend wonderful times together. We kissed at my 1st school dance. It was Christmas themed and we kissed underneath the mistletoe. I sort of liked that kiss cause on the time we kiss I felt her tongue in my mouth wrapping mine with her warm saliva. I was stunned but enjoyed it nonetheless. “It’s an adult kiss.” she said to me. This is the last time I saw her until the accident occurred. I was in my room resting on a Friday night. It was going to be Christmas break tomorrow which is a chance for me to relax. My mother came into my room. She appears to be crying yet I can’t tell because of her turning her head away. “Ma, what’s wrong?” I answered with great concern. “Come to the door,” mother said. “Someone wants to speak with you.” mother was speaking awfully low. I rushed towards the door and met Mr. Powell sitting on the guest chair. Even his face appears like he’s going to cry. “You Timmy?” he asked me. “Yes.” I answered back. “You dated my daughter Jessie, am I right?” he continued. “Yes sir.” I said. “Tim,” he calmly answered. “She’s gone.” My heart stopped, I began to feel sick to my stomach. I was afraid to ask him but I want to know more. “How…?” I now said in a weak, sadden voice. “Car accident,” he answered. “Her mother picked her up after watching a movie downtown and then…” he began to burst out crying to tears. His hand covered his face not wanting me to see him cry. I ran in my room and screamed loudly with sorrow. I now knew. I just never seen it coming. I now know that my lover was gone. Jessie is dead.

THE END OF CHAPTER 1