Delaney Rain's Secret Stash

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Happy Stabby

Chapter 1

Delilah Reed hadn’t liked the election results. She’d gone through the whole gamut of emotions in the days after it was officially called and seemed to have settled into a simmering sort of constant rage. She wasn’t going to be demure or mindful—maybe cute—but certainly not kind. No, kind was dead.It lay buried in a grave beside fear.Which was, she had to assume, why grabbing a knife in the kitchen supply aisle of the local Walmart and swiping the blade across the underside of a man’s biceps came so naturally. She was, after all, a woman who’d never been in a fight in her life.Apparently, when some white dude with a MAGAt hat and a gun strapped to his waist grabbed her by the throat and asked her how she wanted to be raped, her response was now homicide.
Delilah smiled as the man let her go to clutch at his bleeding arm. She’d watched Kim Basinger kill a man exactly like that in a movie called Cellular a very long time ago and was pretty tickled that there really was an artery in the upper arm just there. What a fun fact!“Help me,” he gasped from down on his knees. “Oh god!”“You keep praying,” Delilah said in a poor-baby tone. “Maybe your god will hear you and send a demented orange turd to save you.”The man collapsed, a great pool of blood growing around him, and Delilah set about obscuring her involvement in his murder.She opened a box containing a shiny frying pan, put the bloody knife inside, and sealed the box back up. She didn’t seem to have any blood splatter on her clothes—a smart little yellow blouse, painted-on jeans, and the Chucks she’d put so much faith in—but there was some blood on her killing hand. She tucked the frying pan box under her arm and headed for the cleaning supplies aisle.A single disinfectant wipe took care of her hand, and she tucked it into the box, too.She hadn’t come to the store today for a frying pan or wipes, but she wasn’t in the mood to keep shopping anymore. She carried both items to the checkout area and didn’t even have to talk to anyone as she scanned, paid with cash, and walked out to her car.That had all been so easy!Of course, she knew from watching plenty of true crime documentaries that she shouldn’t get cocky. She needed to get rid of the evidence, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t been caught on camera. Or witnessed. When he’d initially not taken no for an answer, she’d looked around for help and hadn’t seen either technology or people. So that was excellent.Part of her wanted to stay and see what happened when he was found, but she resisted the temptation because she’d seen too many lookie-loos end up getting caught that way.Maybe it would all be on the news later! That would be fun.Delilah stopped at the odd little recycling spot her city had all but abandoned. It only had a huge dumpster-like box that took cardboard nowadays. No cameras here either. Even so, she parked right on the edge of the grass and opened her door so she could stab the knife into the dirt to get rid of most of the remaining blood. Additional wipes took care of the rest as well as what had gotten on the frying pan’s plastic bag.The wipes and bag went into the nearby trash can, the box into the recycling bin, and the knife she tossed into the river as she drove over the bridge toward home with a brand new frying pan.So very easy.