Her scent was everywhere and, standing in the exact centre of her room, Jasper was in the middle of it; inhaling it, savouring it, willing to drown in it. He sunk on her bed and turned among the sheets, smiling at the crisp, crunchy sound the cotton made as he eased his arms and legs about the bed, cooling his skin against the cold, smooth surface.
His fingers reached about, gripping at fabric, imagining skin. He eased his hand, palm down, underneath the pillow, caressing, stroking, exploring. His fingertips touched upon silk. Jasper pulled out his hand, revealing her white baggy trousers flecked with little red hearts. He pressed the trousers against his nose and inhaled a deep breath; lavender with a hint of sweat. Jasper grinned with glee.
She was single now, her Facebook status said so. His door had finally opened; after all these months, she could be his. The lavender-smelling, black-haired, blue-eyed, most beautiful girl in school could be his.
Jasper bit the silk trousers and tore at it; chewed on fabric, imagining skin.
The sound of a lock turning open came from downstairs. The fall of a light step followed, and then a door clicking shut.
‘Mum? You home?’
Jasper’s heart quickened. It was her voice; husky and seductive. His longing was now like a sickness; the need to have her consuming his entire being.
No answer came.
Her voice was closer. Her feet threaded on stairs. His heart was pounding.
Jasper sat up on the bed, ready to greet her. He glanced in the mirror, turned left and right, and flicked a finger lightly along his fringe. His eyes focussed on the door. One hand gripped her pyjama bottoms, the other gripped the knife; just a precaution, in case things went south.
A light step on the landing.
The knob turned.
His heart bludgeoned his chest.
The door opened.
An expression of horror tinged her face before she screamed. Jasper panicked.
He used his knife after all.
This week’s Trifecta word is:
It was difficult this week, mainly because the first thing that came to me when I saw the prompt was the main character of the same name in Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere; and all day I couldn’t shake off the thought. Slowly, though, and grudgingly, an idea of my own did come. I hope you like it.