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30“Holy shit, my girl nearly beat her stalker to death!” Brady exclaimed. He bounced excitedly across the pavement, escorting Sidney down the street from the police station. Sidney chuckled to herself and picked at the clothes that were not hers, a strange folded stack the officer provided when collecting her clothing as evidence. The cloth rubbed against her skin in unfamiliar patterns, draped from her shoulders in foreign angles.“Brady, stop,” Jordan scolded from Sidney’s other side. “This is not something to celebrate.”“Fuck you, it’s not! Some asshole from the internet stalks our girl, attacks our girl, takes her kid, kills Kendra, then comes for our girl. Then our girl almost kills this fucker!” Brady refused to contain his vibrating blend of glee and pride.“Almost,” Sidney echoed, not sure if she was smiling or grimacing.“I can’t believe you managed to stop yourself, Sid,” Brady continued, breathless. “I don’t think I could have after Kendra.”“I didn’t,” Sidney said
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31Two months later, on the other side of the new year, Carla and Amy laughed together from Sidney’s freshly-shampooed couch, perched atop her freshly shampooed carpet. Sidney sat in the chair beside them, clutching her wine glass, trying not to see the ghosts of Oliver and herself beside them. Her brain cells were not nearly as clean as the floor and furniture in front of her. Carla leaned forward, swirling the remaining crimson liquid in the bell of her glass. The red in her glass matched the red on her lips matched the red of her snug and low-cut top. Her giggles lingered in a smile on her lips. She looked to Amy then across to Sidney before raising her glass.“Last drink of the night, ladies,” she said, the wine curling at the end of her words. “And it’s to Kendra.”Tears rushed to Sidney’s eyes at hearing Kendra’s name, at seeing three glasses converge when it should have been four, but she smiled through it as she brought her hand forward.“To Kendra,” Sidney echoed.“And
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32Nine Months Later“Hey Mom, you know what I decided?” Cameron said, walking into the kitchen. “What’s that, buddy?” Sidney replied, digging popcorn out of the pantry.“Next time, I want a Black Panther room.”“Didn’t you just get a Spider-Man room? Don’t you still love Spider-Man?” Sidney planted a hand on her hip as she turned to him.“Black Panther is pretty awesome,” Adam said, following Cameron into the kitchen. “But it is hard to choose between him and Spider-Man. If you did an Avengers room, you could augment the Spider-Man you already have with Black Panther. And Captain America. And the Hulk.”“Yeah!” Cameron jumped.“Don’t encourage him,” Sidney laughed. “You’re new here. You don’t get a say.”“He’s here until Sunday,” Cameron countered. “I think he can have a say.”“Only because he’s saying what you want.”“Can we watch a horror movie tonight, Mom?”Sidney hesitated for a moment. Her hand hovering with the folded popcorn bag between her fingertips. Adam looked
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1“Can you arch your back a little more, honey?” Brady said, peering around the barrel of his lens. “I’m getting a bulge in that position.”Sidney strategically pinned herself in the base of the large, empty bathtub. She rolled her hips forward to obscure her pubic hair with her thigh and draped her forearm across her nipples. She flinched at the word bulge, wanting to contort to smooth her side. Without unraveling the meticulous pose, she strained to turn her gaze toward Brady. She felt the sharp tug as her skin held fast in place.“Uh, no, I can’t,” Sidney replied. “I’m stuck.”“Damn it,” Brady huffed, placing his camera down on the bathroom counter beside him. “Is that blood dry again?”Sidney’s bare flesh glistened in a liberal coating of fake blood. The thick, red liquid drew patterns over her naked skin in drips and spatters. Stark, crimson smears tainted the garish white tub, evidence of Sidney’s every movement.Brady snatched the small spray bottle from beside his camera
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2Sidney pulled abeer from the bottom shelf of her fridge. She cracked the bottle open, leaving the cap on the counter. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she reached for the bowl of chips with her free hand. She gathered her snacks and migrated to her favorite corner of the couch. As the opening credits of the horror movie flashed over the room, she took another swig and pulled her computer into her lap. The opening death of the movie screamed through the shifting shadows of her living room as she opened Brady’s email and launched the gallery from their photoshoot. Her naked form consumed the screen. Brady had cranked up the contrast, saturation, and clarity on the image, which paled Sidney’s skin and sharpened the lines. Her body lay unnervingly contorted in the base of the white tub, her eyes wild and face grimaced. He had enhanced the blood until it almost glimmered.The blood was the subject, and she was the landscape.She felt her eyes wander the curves of her own image,
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3Sidney sat inher idling car, wringing her hands around the steering wheel. The early morning sun glared through her windshield, glinting along the cracks reaching out across the glass. She squinted behind her sunglasses but kept her fingers gripped to the wheel. The minutes closed in around her, banging away in time with her throbbing heartbeat.She hated coming to Aiden’s.He still lived in the small house they had purchased when Cameron was learning how to walk—the house in which they had been a family. After all the renovations he had made over the subsequent years, he had said she would have to pry the keys from his cold, dead fingers. If only it was all of those tireless renovations that had ended their marriage.As time collapsed on her and she ran out of seconds to stall, she took a deep breath and tapped her forehead on the steering wheel. Then she yanked the door handle and forced her steps to the front porch where Cameron used to color with sidewalk chalk in the s
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4“Mom, I’m so hungry!”Cameron whined from the couch. “Baby, the food is finally here. I just have to unbag it,” Sidney said, unpacking the steaming boxes onto the coffee table.“Can we watch a scary movie?”Sidney hesitated, stalling by continuing to arrange the food on the table and extracting chopsticks and condiments from the brown paper sack. She kept her eyes down on her hands.“Mom! Can we watch a scary movie?” Cameron repeated, louder and with an edge.“Your daddy doesn’t like it when I show you scary movies,” Sidney finally replied.“Daddy just doesn’t like scary movies.”“Also true.”“Please!” Cameron sat up straight and opened his eyes wide at his mother.Sidney smiled, helpless.“OK, bud,” she said, “but not a really scary one.”“Yes!” Cameron threw his fists into the air.He popped up from the couch and moved to snatch a box of lo meinand a set of chopsticks. He nestled back on the couch cushion as Sidney summoned the movie on the flatscreen.“Wh
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5“Girl, your Instagramfeed is about to give me nightmares,” Kendra said as she scraped her spoon along the inside of her coffee cup. “You know I do that just for you,” Sidney replied, shuffling into the kitchen beside her.“I know you do.”“Yep. I pick a picture, and I think, this is going to get inside Kendra’s head. Then I sit up on the couch, listening for you to scream in your sleep.”“I’m not even surprised.” Kendra smirked as she sipped from the steaming cup. “Let me pour you a cup. You look like you need it.” “I woke up like this.”“Did you even sleep like this?”“Not really.” Sidney ground her knuckles into her eyes. “I had to get the rest of my reviews from Nightmare Film Fest drafted.”“You don’t have to do anything. You’re not getting paid for this.”“I’m getting paid a little. Just not enough to live on.”“Either way, it’s a side hustle.”“Yeah, and if I hustle hard enough, it can be the main hustle. So, I had to finish the reviews.”“And post creepy a
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