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  • KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
  • Grace rushes to open the door only to see a huge man there.
  • Detective SamGood morning Grace.
  • Detective SamI am Detective Sam and I have a warrant to search your house.
  • Grace stares blankly at him for a few seconds, then reluctantly lets Detective Sam into the house.
  • He searches for a few minutes only to find nothing. He then he takes a seat and looks across the dining table at Grace.
  • Detective SamHow are you feeling?
  • Grace sits silent and motionless.
  • Detective SamTalk to me, you are not under arrest.
  • GraceI feel fine.
  • Detective SamWhy?
  • Your husband is missing.
  • Detective SamYou should at least be worried.
  • GraceAnd who says I am not?!
  • Detective SamYou are a housewife, Right?
  • GraceNo, I am a writer.
  • Detective SamApparently, you have lots of free time on your hands.
  • Detective SamEnough to plot and execute almost anything.
  • GraceWhat are you trying to suggest?
  • Detective SamDid you kill your husband?
  • GraceLook at my small body.
  • GraceDo I look like someone that can hurt a fly.
  • GraceBesides he is still missing, not confirmed dead.
  • Detective SamNobody has seen him since he came home to you last week.
  • Detective SamSo that makes you a prime suspect.
  • GraceWhat proof do you have?
  • GraceThat me, Grace Ibrahim killed my dear husband.
  • Detective SamWe recovered some parts of your journal from the fireplace.
  • Detective SamThe last thing you wrote was...
  • GraceFICTION! Everything there is FICTION!
  • Grace shivers uneasily.
  • Detective Sam ignores Grace and reads out the last line from her journal.
  • Detective SamHumans die faster...
  • Grace cuts him off before he finishes his sentence.
  • Grace So, every crime fiction writer is now a serial killer?
  • Detective Sam looks at her with a poker face.
  • Detective SamWhy did you do it?
  • GraceDo what?
  • Detective SamYou are only 18 years old.
  • Detective SamWho was your accomplice.
  • Grace stares at the teapot on the dining table and says nothing.
  • Detective SamCome clean and I'll help you.
  • Grace You must be crazy.
  • GraceSo, because of some silly draft story in my journal...
  • Grace sobs.
  • GraceYou think I murdered my own husband.
  • GraceOya, arrest me now.
  • Grace Do it...what are you waiting for?
  • One week earlier
  • WillyCOME OUT! Stop hiding and come out NOW!
  • Willy plays with the braids he uprooted from Grace’s skull.
  • WillyMeet me in the bedroom before I count five.
  • WillyIf I find you myself I will tie your throat.
  • Willy5, 4, 3, 2...
  • Grace thinks to herself “If I don’t come out now, this man will kill me!”
  • GraceI... I a-a-a m sorry I was just about to...
  • WillyShut up and undress!
  • WillyGood. Now lie down on the bed like a good girl.
  • WillyAnd wipe the blood off your brows!
  • 20 minutes later.
  • Willy rolls off Grace’s torso and drifts off to sleep.
  • Grace picks up her journal and writes.
  • Love is give and take.
  • He took today and I will give much more tomorrow.
  • I have bought something special...
  • The next morning
  • GraceGood morning my love.
  • GraceWould you like me to make breakfast?
  • Willy looks at Grace and laughs scornfully.
  • WillyWhen have you ever cooked anything?
  • WillyYou can’t even cook when your head is correct.
  • WillyIs it now that it is swollen?
  • GraceOkay the water heater is bad.
  • GraceAllow me to boil you hot water, please.
  • She writes in her journal “This man is careless I will make it smoking hot so that it can peel his skin.”
  • WillyBe fast about it.
  • Willy I don’t want to be late for work.
  • Grace pours the boiling hot water in a bucket in the bathroom.
  • A few minutes later, Willy screams from the bathroom.
  • WillyGrace!
  • WillyYou never do anything right.
  • WillyAre you trying to burn me.
  • Grace runs into the bathroom with cold water and a towel, but Willy shoves her into the wall.
  • WillyGet out!
  • Grace hides a smile and pulls out her journal as she walks out of the bathroom.
  • She writes "The water is not even as hot as the slaps I have received from him. I guess he is not that strong after all."
  • Willy is drying his body and yelling at Grace. She hides the journal and runs to him immediately.
  • WillyI don’t care how you do it.
  • WillyI want well-made coffee with sausage and eggs.
  • WillySince you have bruised my body...
  • Willy brings out the tablet he seized from Grace on the night of their wedding and tosses it across to her.
  • WillyI give you an hour.
  • WillyWatch every cooking recipe and tutorial.
  • WillyNobody said marrying a teenager would be this annoying.
  • WillyMy mother started cooking when she was eight years...
  • WillyBut at 18 you still can’t cook. Nonsense!
  • Grace hugs the tablet for 5 minutes before proceeding to search for tutorials.
  • WillyYou better hurry it is 8:30 am.
  • WillyAnd I must eat before 9 am.
  • GraceI thought you said one hour?
  • WillyDid you just reply to me with a question?
  • GraceNo... I was just... I wa-n-t-ed...
  • WillySHUT UP! And get cooking.
  • Grace jots down as she watches the video.
  • Step 1- Get the ingredients together.
  • Step 2 – Mix it together with white substance.
  • Step 3 – Bring to boil and serve.
  • Step 4 – Do not taste.
  • I really hope he enjoys his meal. I really want him to rest well.
  • WillyTick-tock, tick-tock.
  • WillyUnbelievable! You are writing down the recipe.
  • Willy rolls into uncontrollable laughter, he seats at the dining table and peers into the kitchen as Grace makes breakfast.
  • Grace mumurs.
  • GraceDo you want the eggs as beaten as my face.
  • WillyWhat did you say?
  • GraceI said, do you want poached or omelette eggs?
  • WillyAnyhow.
  • WillyDon’t try to sound like you know what you’re doing.
  • WillyIt’s ridiculous.
  • GraceI will make you dark coffee.
  • GraceAs dark as the grave I will...
  • WillySpeak up!
  • GraceI said, how dark do you want your coffee?
  • WillyI want it with milk.
  • Grace sneers.
  • She takes out a powdery substance from between her breasts and slips it into the coffee.
  • WillyWhat is that you put in my coffee?
  • GraceIt is powdered milk.
  • Grace raises a full cream milk sachet for Willy to see.
  • WillyHmmm.
  • GraceBreakfast is served.
  • Willy tastes the sausage and eggs, then licks his lips.
  • WillyHmmmm not bad... not bad at all.
  • Grace sneers at him and stares blankly at the cup.
  • GraceCooking is not rocket science after all.
  • WillyDon't get a big head. You only made eggs by following a recipe.
  • Willy continues to eat.
  • WillyI’ve been wondering...
  • WillyDo you think we would make good parents.
  • Willy stirs the coffee.
  • Clink, clink... clink... cli...
  • The sound of stirring starts to slow down.
  • GraceYou mean after you've punched two children from my womb?!
  • Willy is shocked at Grace’s boldness.
  • This is the first time she’s spoken boldly back to him.
  • Willy starts to feel woozy. He slowly and painfully tries to speaks.
  • WillyW-haa-t... have you... done to me?
  • GraceSo how does my coffee taste?
  • GraceYou like?
  • WillyI - I - help me...
  • GraceNow it's your turn to wipe the blood dropping from your mouth.
  • GraceThis is for my dead children.
  • GraceAnd all the scars you gave me.
  • Grace laughs at him and slowly walks towards the kitchen drawer.
  • WillyGrrr... Grrr... Gra...cce. I c-a-n-t breathe.
  • GraceRot in hell!
  • Willy I’m... so... so-rry.
  • Grace takes out a knife from the drawer and walks towards Willy.
  • GraceFinally, I can have peace.
  • She swipes the knife then raises it for him to see the dark red stain on the cold steel.
  • WillyGu... gu... gu...
  • Willy grabs his neck as he struggles to breathe.
  • He falls to the ground.
  • Grace drags his body outside.
  • She takes out her journal and writes...
  • “humans die faster than rats but burying them in the backyard is even slower, except of course you cut them into pieces!”

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