Lover's Scorn

Jack Davidson, 22 year old author from California, was found dead in London in the year of 2018. It at first appeared to be a drug overdose (as most young celebrities die from). However, when investigators looked into his death, it became apparent that he was actually poisoned! As grains of insecticide was mixed in with the cocaine he snorted the night before his death. Only he would have had access to this private stash of his, so it must have been someone close to him who could've done this. Detectives investigated Jack's personal life, as it turned out, the young author liked to sleep around a lot. So there were many women who came to his hotel room throughout the months he had been staying in London. A couple of close friends of his also stayed with him, so the suspect list was huge. Yet it was on the night of his death that CCTV spotted a young petite lady, break into his hotel room at 2am when Jack was asleep, before exiting discreetly at 2:30am. That morning he must have used his drugs and died not long after using. Considering this young lady was the last person seen leaving his hotel, Police had to figure out who this mysterious person was. As it turned out, she was spotted at Jack's book signing in London, meaning she was a fan of his that got a little too close as some other celebrities commented on the fact that Jack was dating a normal civilian, someone who wasn't famous. It didn't take long for them to discover this lady was named Elizabeth Shaw. Detectives tracked her down and took the lady into custody. It seemed the first mystery was solved, but finding out why a former fan of his would turn on him so brutally? Well, that was a story full of many twists and turns. They interrogated her and she revealed the horrifying truth.

Elizabeth Shaw was a petite little lady from Oxford, England. She loved books, especially ones about Romance and fairytales. It was in her teens years where she bought books depicting handsome men who were absolute dreams! She loved tales of Princes saving Princesses and as a kid; she watched many fantasy films, where the damsel was rescued by a strong, courageous young fellow. She wanted that, oh so desperately, did she want to meet the perfect man, the Mr Right who would make all of her wildest dreams come true! For what she desired more than anything in the world, was to experience true, honest to god, love! So by the time she turned 20, Elizabeth moved to London in pursuit of her very own Romeo, only to find disappointment time after time again. Slowly, ever so slowly did she come to realise that the many books and short stories she had grown to love, were complete fabrications. They were literally fantasies, as it seemed no man on earth could realistically be handsome, caring and obsessed with her like the Princes in those many fairytales she had read. Sure there were men who would line up to kiss her, but most of them weren't very good looking, yet the men that were handsome, they were incredibly vain and only loved themselves, not giving her the attention she so desired. That was until she met a young American author by the name of Jack Davidson. He wrote romantic novels himself, but never because he liked those type of stories, only because they were ridiculously profitable. Not only that, but when his fan girls saw that he resembled the images of a boyband pop star, they were utterly hypnotised by his aura. Jack loved this, as it fueled his vanity and fulfilled his own fantasies of having beautiful women worship his every word. He reserved himself for only the cutest women, the ones he saw as most desirable and willing to do anything he wanted, no matter how sensual. You see, Elizabeth was one of these girls, she queued up in line to meet him at a book convention. Millions of young girls lined up to meet him, but only Elizabeth caught his eyes. She would later claim it was "love at first sight" just like in all those romantic novels she used to adore. Yet from Jack's point of view, he saw a hopeless romantic, the perfect target that was as adorable as she was naive. He put his phone number in the book he signed for her, with a winking smiley face drawn right beside his signature. Elizabeth almost fainted after this exchange and thanked him relentlessly, before leaving with the biggest smile on her cute little face imaginable. So that night she called him and they arranged to meet up in London's most elite nightclub in the whole city, she needed him to show up in order for the security guards to even let her in. He rolled up in a long black limo, waving at her as she had been waiting impatiently for his arrival. Elizabeth couldn't believe this dream of hers was coming true! To have a date with such a handsome yet genius poetic like this was beyond her wildest dreams. Inside the nightclub she saw many famous faces, actors, musicians and other authors just like Jack. It was nerve-wracking for poor nobody Elizabeth, as all of these super models were dolled up to the nines, with perfect makeup, hair and sparkling dresses. Despite the fact Elizabeth put 110% effort into her appearance that night, she still felt rather silly and underdressed in comparison.

"Oh Jack, I feel so silly." She expressed to him.

"Don't be, doll. You're just neat!" He spoke in that delicious Californian accent she adored. She looked in his eyes and saw the hunger within them, before he kissed her so delicately upon the lips. Suddenly she felt hotter than fire, as jealous pop singers stared at them with envy. To feel more special than the many other celebrities she also adored, gave her this newfound confidence and power she never felt before.

"That's right!" She grinned to herself, "Jack Davidson is mine."

So the night out went well after that, she got to meet so many famous people, most of them were all right, but some of them were incredibly rude and full of themselves, as expected from such elite Hollywood types. Even by the end of the night, Elizabeth still felt very excited and a little nervous being around such rich and fabulous people, but Jack assured her everything would be all right and ultimately it was. She didn't go back home to her lonely apartment, but to the luxurious hotel that Jack was staying in and they slept together that night. He had unusual tastes that I won't share here, but Elizabeth happily obeyed his secret desires, even if they were a little bit strange and shameful. The next morning she awoke, believing her night with Jack was nothing but a wonderful dream (that ended in a gross nightmare). A welcome surprise awaited her however, as Jack slept soundly beside her. She smiled ear to ear, almost forgetting about the weird things he made her do. She cuddled him, before climbing out of the king-size bed and dressing. There was a huge window in the living room, one that overlooked the entire city of London. It was an unbelievable sight, unlike anything she had ever seen before! Elizabeth roamed into the huge kitchen and began cooking herself and Jack a full English breakfast. However when Jack awoke and entered the kitchen, he looked furious!

"What the hell you doing?!" He yelled.

"Uh... Jack, dear, I made us breakfast, I thou-"

"Gosh darn it!" He roared, "what is wrong with you! I thought you English were supposed to be polite and sh-" he shook his head, "you don't just start rummaging through other people's kitchens!"

"I- I- I just wanted to do something nice!" She cried, "after all you d- did for me..."

"Well, I might as well have what you're having..." He groaned, before returning to the living room. Elizabeth was shocked, but realised that perhaps she had stepped out of line by doing that. She handed him a plate of the breakfast she had made on it. He frowned at it.

"What is this?!"

"It- it's a Full English Breakfast."

"Uh..." He tried a bit, "it's all right, I guess..." He shrugged before eating the rest of it. She sat down on the sofa opposite him and ate nervously. By the end of the meal, he looked somewhat satisfied.

"Sorry about yelling, baby doll." He winked, "I just thought you'd be more... British."

Elizabeth didn't even want to know what he meant by "more British" so she forced an apologetic smile.

"I- it's ok, dear..."

"Just don't do that again!" He warned, with a smile that seemed more wicked than kind. She laughed this off and tried to enjoy herself within his company, which of course, she eventually did. Jack didn't seem so angry anymore after she had already made him that breakfast. Even though Jack wasn't the fantasy dream guy she always read about, the fact he was so rich and famous played a huge factor into why Elizabeth wanted to make this relationship work. Not only did Jack have Hollywood good looks, but he could also gift her life without work, living in a huge mansion maybe in Beverley Hills! The fantasy was strong and she could see it coming true, all she had to do was stick with Jack no matter how creepy his desires were or how short tempered he might get. Yet as the weeks went on, Elizabeth found herself returning home alone more often than not and Jack saw her less and less. The relationship was faltering and she felt so humiliated putting up with his secret kinks and aggressions. Despite all that, she still loved him and wouldn't give up on their relationship. So without fully realising it, Elizabeth began to stalk Jack Davidson. She would "watch over him" from a distance, as he went about his book tour throughout London. Then she saw him hand out his number to other fan girls like herself, then he'd take them out in his limo and Elizabeth watched in horror as he would sleep with these women in the back of his car, while the chauffeur would wait outside taking a smoke. It was obvious what they were doing inside, as the limo always rocked and rolled, with screams of joy, sounding through the glass windows. Elizabeth was beyond angry, she was beyond fury, she was full of wrath. It was like all of her dreams and fantasies had been smashed into another million pieces all over again. Within that moment, Elizabeth remembered Jack's drug habit and so; broke into his hotel room and tainted his supply, which he used that killed him the next morning. Elizabeth didn't regret murdering Jack, she said "he deserved it". After the trial, Elizabeth was sent to life in prison. She'll never set foot outside a free woman again and people around the world still despise her, for taking away such a talented writer from God's green earth. Jack Davidson may have been a genius word smith, but he overlooked the wrath of a lover's scorn.