My name is Taylor and this is the story of what I did, and why I did it. I had a friend named Este, who I met every Tuesday to chat.
One night, she talked about her suspicions about her husband, talking about the lipstick on his mouth, and the jewelry on their joint account. She decided to call him out.
I am a woman who speaks her mind so I said, "If it's true, do you have the money for a divorce? A survival plan if he tries something?", "Honestly no," she replied, "But I have the rage of 50 bulls."
I was worried but thought nothing of it. Later, leaving the Olive Garden she said,
" Don't worry Taylor. I'll be fine.", but I was still scared because, if that man can cheat, he can do just about anything.
Next Tuesday, I wait at a nice table with two glasses of wine for the two of us. After an hour, she never came. I obviously was worried so I tried her cell, nothing, texting her, nothing. So, I left and went to my car with a plan.
I arrived at her house about twenty minutes later and knocked on her door. Out came her husband, who looked suspiciously worried. "Hi Taylor! Why are you here so late?", to which I replied, "Is Este here?"
He looked like a cartoon character when you ask them their crush. "No, uh... I don't know where she is..." I was shocked. "Oh. Alright! I'll go back to Olive Garden to see if she's there."
In the car I quickly drove away with wide eyes. I'm not a liar so I went back to the restaurant and, of course, she wasn't there.
I called her husband, Mark again to double-check and got voice mail. It was 10:00 at night. He had to be asleep, right?
The next morning, I woke up to a voice mail from Mark, saying that if Este isn't back by 7:00 tonight, he'd file a missing person's report.
I groaned. Why did this have to happen? The stress was giving me a headache. I got out of bed, and made scrambled eggs for breakfast.
The thought of work at a time like this was awful, so I called in sick. Hartford Library doesn't need me today, right?
Not being at work gave me time to investigate what was happening in the Thatcher house. So I talked to Este's sister, Eve.
"Have you noticed anything... off about Mark?", she confusedly replied, "No, not at all! Why?", panicking, I said, "Oh no reason!". Well that sure helped.
Not sure what to do, I went to see a movie.
It was 2020, so I had to wear a mask. After the movie, I had some lunch. And stalked the Thatcher's Instagrams.
After lunch, I drove past their house again. Mark's truck has new tires! And a woman moved in! This can't be real right?
On the news, I saw a report. Este Thatcher, 29, missing. He filed it. I sighed, realizing nobody would believe me, so I invited Eve over for dinner to explain.
Before she arrived I made spaghetti and meatballs and a tiramisu for dessert. Then waited.
She arrived just on time. 6:30. "Hi Taylor!! Thanks for inviting me! I needed to get away after hearing my sister was missing."
We had some wine and chatted before I brought up my suspicions. "Look, I know you might not believe me but please listen." And explained everything.
"Oh my god. What can I do? I need to help.",
to which I just said, "Help me prove that he did it."
Eve, now knowing everything was determined to help me. I appreciated it because, if I had someone on my side, things could go how I want it.
She stayed in the guest room that night, she couldn't be alone. Which I heavily understood.
For the next week or so, we regularly visited Mark, pretending to be consoling him through the pain of his missing wife. We saw right through him.
Through the visits, we learned that she confronted him as soon as she got home after she met me last, "Said she needed to leave to think things through", and that was the last he heard from her.
We decided to talked to the neighbor, Betty, who had a really tragic story. "I saw Mark put something of Este's size in the back of his truck!", upon hearing that, Eve loudly gasped.
We left soon after, shocked. "You don't think he..." Eve asked quietly on the drive home. "I do." I stated. The rest of the drive was silent.
I couldn't sleep that night, knowing exactly what he did. It was insane.
At around 11:24, I got up and found Eve crying. She knew too. "I don't understand! That stupid Aimee can't be better than my sister!"
"I agree.", I said pulling her in for a hug. No woman deserves this.
I woke up and realized we fell asleep on the floor while we were talking, in denial and deep sadness. She was still asleep, and I was still hugging her. What do I do?
After about twenty minutes, she woke up. "Finally, you're awake.", "What happened?", she asked. A half second after that I saw the look of realization on her face.
"Oh.", she blurted, "Right.", You could hear every bit of sadness in her voice. It was heartbreaking.
After that, we both went to work. Me, to the library, Eve, to Starbucks. I worked my usual shift, from 7:00 to 4:00 and left.
I got home, laid on the couch, and watched Friends for a while. My favorite show would help.
Forty minutes later, Eve arrived. "Hi. I just had a long day. Ooh! Is that Friends?", she sat on the couch and watched with me.
After two hours, we got dinner. Takeout from McDonald's. We talked about things other than Este for a while. It was nice.
Later, we went to our bedrooms and I looked at my phone for a while. While doing that I made up a plan. I wouldn't do it. But would I?
Slowly, I fell asleep. My dream was about the plan. Why was it?
I woke up at 6:30. I had to tell Eve the plan. I would be crazy not to, but even crazier if I did.
"Eve... Eve!", "It's so early, Taylor... What's wrong?", "I know how to get justice." She instantly sat up. "... Go on."
"When I was fifteen, my father had me get a boating licence, and I used to be a maid so I can cover up a scene!", "Are you saying what I think you are?", "Why wouldn't I?"
I waited till midnight, I drove to the house, Stabbed about 3-4 times. Now the clean up I've been waiting for.
I take him out to the lake, and out on my boat. We don't go very far before I stop. I look around. No one can see this. No one's there, so I throw him in.
I sigh, what's done is done.
When I arrived home I was greeted by a smiling Eve. "I made a cake!", I guess justice really is sweet.
We ate the cake in celebration. Este was free. We had nothing to worry about.
And Mark, was rotting at the bottom of a lake. After all, no body, no crime.
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