Kimberly Williams vs. Colleen MacDonald

[The Matt]

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April 12th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It is Saturday, just a few days have passed since SCW Breakdown. Kimberly Williams has returned to her home of Boston, Massachusetts for two reasons. First and foremost, she knows of the great challenge that lay ahead of her next week at Rebirth. The Woman Scorned will challenge Colleen Macdonald in a 3 Stages of Hell Match for the SCW Underground Championship. What started as simply a professional quest for Kim, a desire to achieve the goal of a record setting six time Underground Champion, has now become deeply personal with the champion Colleen doubting and questioning Kimberly’s ability to get the job done without weapons. All that has done is further anger The Woman Scorned. Long before Kim cut a swathe of blood through professional wrestling, making a name for herself as the Queen of the Death Match, she was actually a very proficient technical wrestler. Her own family, including her sisters and mother, all agreed that she was the best technical and submission wrestler of the family. The idea that she cannot win an Underground Match without weapons is simply offensive to Kim who, at the beginning of her career, was just a technical wrestler. She had always been her own weapon. It didn’t help matters that their first title match, at Retribution, ended in a draw. Draws are so very frustrating, especially for Kimberly who, deep in her twisted heart and soul, believes any Underground Match should have a decisive winner. Still, the fact remains that Colleen could not beat Kimberly one on one and now this 3 Stages of Hell Match is set up to settle the score once and for all. The Woman Scorned has returned to Boston, the home of her family, the Jones family, so that she can properly prepare for what she knows will be an all out war for the Underground Championship at Rebirth.

The second reason that Kimberly has returned to Boston for a pit stop before making her way to Pittsburgh for Rebirth is due to her ongoing situation with Carol Johnson. Kimberly desperately wanted to find a way to help people, to do good, in order to follow in her grandfather, Bart Jones’s, footsteps. She wants to honor Bart Jones’s memory by doing good for people. Unfortunately, she cannot perform the kind of good deeds Bart Jones performed. Bart worked for federal law enforcement agencies tracking down national and international criminals. Kim’s career as a wrestler makes doing that kind of work impossible. Instead she decided to do something simpler; use her wealth to buy up modest homes and rent them out cheap to people in need. But Williams had no idea her first tenant would be Carol Johnson, the woman whose sister was brutally murdered by Kim’s father Sean Williams. That murder drove Carol to try and take revenge on Kim’s family. Carol served time in prison for burning down the house of Marie Jones, Kim’s twin sister, but Carol was released on good behavior. The smartest thing to do would have been to refuse to rent to Carol, due to her history and her known hatred of Kim and her family. But Kim is determined to prove Carol wrong, she is determined to do some good for Carol, and she is determined to make this work. The problem is, Kimberly’s family does not agree with her approach to this situation.

Kim finds herself with her twin sister, Marie Jones, in a bar in Boston’s South End. The walls of the bar were lined with darkened aged oak panels, while rows of mismatched stools stood along a long mahogany bar. A jazz record crackled in the corner, half-drowned by the hum of low conversation and the occasional clink of glass meeting glass. The Queen of the Death Match leaned back against the bar, her worn leather jacket creaking softly as she lifted a pint of Guinness to her lips. She looked comfortable in the low light, her jeans torn at the knee, boots scuffed and streaked. Next to her sat Marie Jones, her mirror in everything but demeanor. Where Kimberly was grit and edge, Marie was poise and softness, dressed in a pale pink blouse tucked neatly into a high-waisted skirt. A delicate silver necklace caught the light whenever she moved, and her red hair flowed freely down her back, brushed to a silk-like shine. She perched on her stool with careful elegance, sipping white wine from a slender glass, her legs crossed and posture immaculate. They hadn’t been together in awhile; Kim’s schedule with SCW had kept her busy while Marie, in contrast, had been taking a break to rest, relax, and spend time with her son. Yet here they were, in this bar, sitting shoulder to shoulder as though they’d never been apart. The bartender poured another round without being asked, and neither sister spoke right away. The silence between them was easy, familiar. But it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“It’s really good to see you again, Kim.” Marie says, smiling brightly, warmly, at her sister.

“Oh you know I couldn’t stay away!” Kim exclaims. “Especially not when I’m about to put my life at stake in a literal death match at Rebirth next week!”

“First of all, do not talk like that. Ever.” Marie responds quickly before sipping her wine. “Secondly, you don’t even know that you will get your wish. You don’t know you’ll get that death match.”

“You’re right.” Kim sighs and nods her head, feigning seriousness for a brief moment before that stoic gaze gives way to a cheeky grin. “What’s likely to happen is I’m gonna embarrass ol’ McDonald two straight falls and we’ll never get to the We…THE PEOPLE’S Bunkhouse Stamped Death Match! Which is a damn shame because I know we…THE PEOPLE...are looking forward to it!”

“You sound very sure of yourself.” Marie smirks. “If I recall, you couldn’t get the job done at Retribution.”

“Fake news.” Kim wags her finger playfully in Marie’s face. “Kimmynation will not tolerate fake news and THAT is fake news. It was supposed to be an Underground Match. How the hell does an Underground Match end in a freaking draw? Doesn’t anyone remember the LAST TIME an Underground Match involving me ended in a draw?”

“Yes, it was embarrassing.” Marie snickers. “You stalked Jordan Majors for two weeks because in YOUR OPINION the match hadn’t ended.”

“Not opinion, FACT! And Jordan and I still hold the record for the longest match in wrestling history at two weeks nonstop!”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Marie rolls her eyes. “I’m just glad you didn’t stalk Colleen like that.”

“I thought about it but I figured CHBK, being the no fun wet blanket that he is, would do something boring like fire me.”

“Yeah, right, being ‘boring’ is definitely the worst part of being fired.” Marie sighs and sips more of her wine. “So I assume you stopped by to work with mom in her dungeon?”

“Damn right.” Kim grins from ear to ear. “I mean, sure, I am the Queen of the Death Match, but everyone could use a little extra help and some pointers. I would have worked with you but, eh, the Underground isn’t your thing. No offense.”

“None taken.” Marie shakes her head. “It makes sense, mom has always been ruthless and violent. You definitely picked that up from her.”

“I picked it up and expanded upon it!” Kim throws her head back and laughs. “I took it to even greater lengths than she would have imagined! Blood…violence…chaos…PENGUINS!”

“Right, penguins.” Marie snickers. “But seriously, we are proud of you, Kim. Me, mom, the whole family, we’re very proud of you. But, uh…” her voice trails off. Kim notices this and smirks knowingly.

“I don’t like ‘buts’, Marie. Ok, that came out wrong. But seriously, it sounds like you’re about to criticize little old me. If you’re worried about me possibly murdering ol’ McDonald then have no fear. My murdering days are over. I simply cripple and maim now.”

“Oh what a relief.” Marie again rolls her eyes. “No, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“It’s about Carol.”

“I was hoping this wouldn’t come up.” Kim sighs. The jovial, happy go lucky demeanor briefly vanishes, giving way to a rare look of genuine seriousness. She knows all too well that her family doesn’t approve of how she is handling the ongoing situation with Carol Johnson but Marie especially is taking this all very hard and understandably so; Carol is the one who burned Marie’s home down years ago. Now Carol has returned and Kim is leasing a home for her to stay, a home in Boston near where they live. Kim was hoping that this particularly touchy subject would not come up.

“You know how I feel about you giving her a place to stay.”

“I didn’t give her anything.” Kim points out. “She’s paying rent.”

“That’s beside the point. You’re allowing her to stay close to where we live. This is the woman who broke into my house, ransacked it, and then burned it down.” She points a finger at Kim. “She assaulted you, Kim, and had you not been there who knows what she might have done to my son.”

“I remember all of this, sis. I don’t need a history lesson. Quite frankly, I always hated history.” Kim snickers, trying in vain to lighten the mood.

“My point is that after all of that you are still giving her a place to stay. On top of that she trespassed on your property, the nice new place you and Tommy are living now, and what happened? Huh?”

“She got caught in my booby trap!” Kim says happily. “Oh it was hilarious!”

“She tried to break into your home, Kim!” Marie exclaims, seemingly shocked at Kim’s reaction to all of this. Kim sighs and shrugs her shoulders as she sips on her Guinness.

“Well what would you have had me do, Marie?”

“You should have called the police. That’s what you should have done.” Marie says. Kim shakes her head.

“Carol is trying to change. I know you find it hard to believe but it’s true, she is trying to turn over a new leaf.” Kim holds up one finger. “She made ONE mistake that night by trying to break into my home. She has made so much progress and sending her back to prison ruins all of that progress.”

“I don’t get it.” Marie looks confused and frustrated as she shakes her head. “Why are you so obsessed with helping the woman who tried to destroy us?”

“We owe it to her.” Kim says.

“We owe her nothing!”

“In an indirect way we do.” Kim nods her head. “Our father, Sean Williams, he murdered Carol’s sister. Remember? That murder is what drove Carol mad. That murder is what led to her downward spiral. She wanted to get revenge on behalf of her sister. In trying to get revenge on us, she ended up going to prison, leaving her mother to fend for herself. Now her mother is dead. All of this can be linked back to us.”

“Our father murdered her sister, not us.” Marie points out. “And Carol is solely responsible for the crimes she committed, not us.”

“Y’know, sis, I think you’re conveniently forgetting something fairly obvious.” Kim says, grinning.

“What? What am I forgetting?”

“There’s someone else you know very well who tried to destroy the family. Tried to kill you. Eventually kidnapped you. And that person got locked away in a mental institution.”

“Kim…” Marie sighs, realizing that Kim is referring to herself.

“And when I was locked up, full of anger and rage and bitterness, only one person gave me a chance. Only one person saw the good in me, the potential in me.” Kim points a finger at Marie. “That was you.”

“Kim, I was just…” Marie cannot find the right words. She is becoming emotional as she thinks back to these moments Kim is bringing up.

“I was lost and hopeless without any chance for a future but you saw something in me that no one else did. You reached out and helped me when no one else would. You were my savior, sis. Now I want to be that person for Carol because I see something in her. I see good in her.”

How can Marie possibly say no after that heartfelt message from her twin sister? The answer, obviously, is that she cannot. Marie smiles warmly at sips on her wine.

“I understand, Kim. Just be careful.”

“You know me!” Kim says, winking playfully. Marie sighs and nods her head.

“Yeah, I do. That’s why I’m worried.”

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April 13th, 2025
Belmont, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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The forest of Lone Tree Hill, a nature preserve in Belmont, Massachusetts, was alive; the air was cool and damp, heavy with the earthy scent of thawing soil and rotting leaves, but touched with a hint of new green growth. Sunlight filtered through a tangle of bare branches and evergreen needles, casting fragmented patterns on the narrow trail that wound its way up the hillside. The path was uneven, strewn with roots and slick patches of moss-covered stone, and the hush of the woods was broken only by the crunch of boots against damp earth and the distant drumming of a woodpecker echoing somewhere in the trees. The boots come from none other than Kimberly Williams and her good friend and confidant, Larry Dempsey. Kimberly wore a weathered green utility jacket, its sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing a flannel shirt beneath. Her cargo pants were tucked into well-worn hiking boots stained with old mud. A canvas backpack was slung over her shoulders, bouncing lightly with each step, and her long red hair was tied into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Stray strands clung to her cheeks, damp with exertion and the lingering chill. Larry had no problem keeping up with The Woman Scorned. And he never has any issue going on any of Kim’s crazy adventures. The thing is, their meetings and the occasional adventures typically take place in Baltimore, Maryland, Larry’s home. For some reason, Kimberly has insisted on visiting this particular nature reserve in Massachusetts. He does not know why but here he is, without question. The forest around them was dense. The canopy was just beginning to show signs of life, pale green buds dappled among branches. A hush lingered in the woods, not silence, but the kind of quiet that felt sacred, like a breath held in reverence. As they climbed higher, the ground sloped steeply, and the trees began to thin, revealing glimpses of the town below; rooftops and winding streets. Kimberly paused for a moment, resting one hand on a tree trunk slick with lichen, and looked back at Larry.

“Isn’t this a great view, Lawrence of Arabia?” Kim quips gazing down at the town below. Larry chuckles at the use of the nickname his good friend gave him.

“Yes, it is a rather nice view, Kimberly. Do you come here often?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “In fact, this is only the second time I’ve been here.”

“Really? This is odd.” Larry furrows his brow out of curiosity. “So this place has no real significance to you?”

“Oh it has significance to me.”

“Do you mind sharing?” Larry asks curiously. “I do not mean to be rude or to sound like I am complaining…this is, indeed, a beautiful place you have discovered…but it is not our normal meeting place.”

“Change is good, Lawrence of Arabia.” Kim snickers. “Our regular meeting place is a Waffle House. I think just about any place would be more beautiful than a Waffle House.”

“While this may be true, it has been our routine to visit with each other at that Waffle House for years. Something tells me that you are…bothered, bothered by something.”

“Me? Bothered?” Kim scoffs. “I’m never bothered! I do the bothering!”

“Usually this is true.” Larry chuckles. “And while I am enjoying this place…what is the name of it, again?”

“Lone Tree Hill.”

“Yes, while I am enjoying this, I am concerned about you, my friend.” Larry places a hand on her shoulder. “So, do you mind telling me what brings us out here?”

Kimberly sighs. She nods her head. “We’re here to confront the demons of my past. We’re here to better understand my past so I can move forward into the future.”

“That sounds very deep and philosophical, Kimberly.” He shakes his head. “You are not known for being philosophical or deep.” Upon hearing this, Kim laughs out loud.

“Fair enough! But you know what I like about you, Lawrence of Arabia? You don’t treat me like some damsel in distress. You are not overprotective of me. My family tends to think I take unnecessary risks. Sometimes I wish they would trust me.” She points at Larry. “You trust me.”

“In defense of your family, you do tend to live dangerously. You earned the moniker Queen of the Death Match for a good reason.”

“I just live life to the fullest!” Kim skips on past Larry, heading back into the forest a few feet. Larry turns to follow her. Kim stops in front of a tree. She leans up against it. “You know why this tree is so special?”

“According to my research, this is where they found the body of Paula Johnson. You DO recall that name, don’t you?”

“I do.” Larry nods his head. “That is the young girl your father murdered, is it not?” He asks. Kim nods her head.

“Yup…now do you understand why we are here?”

“Yes, I believe I do.” He places both hands on Kim’s shoulders and stares deep into her eyes. “I have said it before and I will say it again; you are NOT like your father. You are nothing like Sean Williams.”

“I agree. The difference between me and my daddy is that I was consumed by madness and insanity which led to me to committing my crimes. My daddy was cold, calculating, and downright evil. The many girls he and my uncle murdered, they did it deliberately, with planning, and they did it with hate. Everything I did that landed me in a mental hospital…it was because I was crazy.”

“But you have changed.” Larry points out. “That is another difference between you and your father. He died having never repented from his ways, having never changed. You have changed and are seeking to do actual good in the world.”

“Precisely!” Kim says excitedly. “That’s why I wanted you out here because you get me, you understand me! My family cannot seem to get it.” She sighs. “Paula’s sister, Carol, she descended into madness just like I did. After my dad killed her sister, Carol went crazy. She committed theft, arson, and assault against me and my sister. All of this landed her in prison. But she got out on good behavior and I truly believe that, like me, she is trying to change. She is trying to turn over a new leaf. She just needs a little help.”

“And you are trying to give her that assistance she needs?” Larry asks. Kim nods her head.

“Right! See? You and I are on the same page!”

“Yes, we are on the same page. But I also understand why your family has their concerns. This woman has taken violent actions against your family before. The fact that not only is she out of prison but you are actively trying to engage them is worrisome for your family. You DO understand why they worry?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Kim sighs. “But it’s like they do not even care about her when we are at least partially responsible for her downward spiral.”

“Your father, perhaps, but not you.” Larry remarks, shaking his head. “We are all responsible for our own individual actions.”

“And I think she sees that, I think she knows that and she is trying to change. She just needs someone to help. She needs someone willing to give her a chance.”

“Spoken like someone from experience.” Larry says with a knowing grin.

“Very few people were willing to give me a chance when I was locked up.” Kim says quietly. “My sister gave me a chance, you gave me a chance. I see a lot of myself in Carol and I truly think I can help her, Larry. Am I crazy for wanting to do something good for someone?”

“No, it doesn’t make you crazy.” Larry grins knowingly. “It makes you a good person, and perhaps not the violent, psychotic, monster you want people to BELIEVE you are.”

“Hush!” Kim says playfully. “Don’t go saying that out loud, it’ll ruin my reputation!”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

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April 14th, 2025
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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While her family is certainly supportive of her, they definitely have strong reservations about her desire to assist Carol Johnson. Who can blame them, considering what this woman has done in the past? She has proven to be more than willing and capable of horrific acts of violence. Kim is certain that Carol is at least trying to change, if not already changed and turned over a new leaf. Still, however, the doubts linger. Carol did sneak onto the property of Kim and her boyfriend Tommy, trying to spy on them. Lucky for Kim, Carol got caught in one of the booby traps on the property. Marie Jones, Kim’s twin sister, thought Kim was nuts for releasing Carol without telling the police and sending Carol away back to prison. But The Woman Scorned couldn’t bring herself to do that. She could not bring herself to send Carol back to prison when she is convinced that she is trying to change. Everyone makes mistakes and perhaps this was just a mistake? Kim wants to keep trying, she wants to keep reaching out that figurative olive branch of peace towards Carol Johnson, despite the reservations of the rest of the Jones family. Still, even though the Jones family may ot believe that this is a good idea, Kimberly at least has the support and backing of her friend Larry Dempsey. The day before, in Belmont, Larry expressed his agreement with Kimberly’s plans. The support coming from Larry is perhaps even more important to Kimberly because he understands her, maybe even more than her own family understands her. He was in a similar situation she was; locked away with little to no hope for a bright future. He understands why Kimberly sees a great deal of herself in Carol Johnson and he can sympathize with her desire to want to help her. His support has strengthened Kim’s resolve. She has come this far and will not back down. Not yet.

On this crisp evening in Boston, Massachusetts, The Woman Scorned finds herself approaching one of her rentals; specifically the rental being occupied by the aforementioned Carol Johnson. As dark as it is out, with the only light coming from street lamps and the moon overhead in the night sky, most normal individuals are inside preparing for bed. No one has ever accused Kim of being normal. In fact, if anyone were to accuse her of being normal, she would likely be highly offended. Not only is Williams the only individual out and about in this modest neighborhood this evening, she is also walking around wearing a penguin onesie. She would stand out like a sore thumb if there were other people out and about tonight. She is grinning from ear to ear as she approaches the home where Carol resides. She skips happily up to the front door and, without hesitation, rings the bell. The demented ginger snickers knowingly, eagerly anticipating the arrival and subsequent reaction to her arrival. After waiting for a few moments but receiving no answer, she rings the bell again. This time she can hear shouting from inside…

“Who the hell is up at this time of night?!”

That was Carol. An angry Carol, frustrated that she is being woken up. Kim snickers as she waits patiently for Carol to open the door. It isn’t long before the door slowly creaks open. Carol is right there at the door, as expected. The Woman Scorned playfully waves at Carol. But Ms. Johnson does not seem to be very amused.

“Kim…” she rolls her eyes “...ok, first of all, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

“It’s a penguin onesie.” Kim winks. “I thought it would lighten the mood between us.”

“You look like an idiot.”

“I get that all the time!”

“Whatever.” Carol sighs. “But secondly, why the hell are you here? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yep…” Kim nods her head enthusiastically, like a child excited about answering a teacher’s question “...nearly midnight!”

“Yes, so why on earth are you here dressed like a damn penguin at midnight?!”

“NEARLY midnight.” Kim says playfully. “It isn’t midnight yet.”

“Who cares?!” Carol exclaims. “Why are you here?!”

“To collect the rent.” She winks. “I am the LADY OF THE LAND! Landlady…whatever. I need my money!”

“Of course you do and of course you just had to do this in person in the middle of the freaking night.” Carol sighs out of frustration before finally stepping aside to allow Kim inside her home. Kim crosses the threshold and shuts the door behind her. “Wait here, I’ll go get your stupid check.”

“Now that’s not nice!” Kim remarks. “I’m sure it is a very smart check!”

Again, Carol is not amused in the slightest as she walks just inside of another room off to the left. Kim stands there, waiting patiently in her penguin onesie. Despite being here to really try and help Carol, try and talk to her, she has to admit that she is enjoying driving her absolutely bonkers. A few moments later Carol returns with a check in hand and gives it to Kim.

“Here’s your money. Now leave!”

“I think you should apologize first.”

“I am NOT apologizing to you!” Carol exclaims angrily. “You were the one who woke me up in the middle of the night for this crap!”

“I don’t want you to apologize to me. You need to apologize to the check. You called it stupid and hurt its feelings.”

“Damn…” Carol rolls her eyes “...why, Kim? Why are you even doing this? Why are you here?! The postal service still works, you know? We could have done this through the mail and I would not have had to engage in this silliness.”

“But its way more fun like this!” Kim says with an ear to ear grin on her face. “Besides, I didn’t just want the check. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh so that’s what this is really about?” Carol shakes her head. “You wasted your time, Kim, because we have absolutely nothing to talk about.”

“We could talk about how you snuck up onto my property and fell into my trap.” She snickers. “That was fun!”

“Or maybe we could talk about how you are here in my home on MY turf.” Carol grins menacingly. “I could take you out right now, Kim, and there’s no one around to save you.”

“Tough talk there, Carol, especially for someone who could have and should have gone back to prison after what you pulled. I could called the police on you but I didn’t. I could get you evicted now for threatening assault right now. Just the threat of assault could even land you in prison…I imagine you are still on parole…”

“You are weak, you know that?” Carol says nastily. “What happened to the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match? What happened to the psychopath, the monster that you claim to be? You are using the police not to threaten me but to protect yourself. You have grown weak, Kim.”

“Don’t mistake restraint for weakness, Carol.” Kim says, her tone of voice growing much more serious. “That monster is still there and I could easily unleash her anytime I like. I am restraining myself because I am trying to help you, I am trying to explain to you that we are not that much different.”

“No! You are wrong!” Carol seemingly flies off the handle with rage as she starts shouting down at Kimberly. “We are different! You and I are not the same!” She points an accusatory finger at Kim. “Your father murdered my sister! Your father was a murderer!”

“I know.” She nods her head. “But people are not destined to become their parents. Look at my sister…despite being a wrestler like me, I don’t think Marie has a violent, hateful bone in her body. Hell, I think she gets queasy at the sight of blood…that might be why she never particularly cared for hardcore wrestling…”

“But you are like him.” Carol says accusingly. “You have a reputation for violence and bloodlust just like your father. Maybe that’s why you are the Queen of the Death Match?”

“You really must not do your research, do you?” Kim grins. “I wasn’t raised by my father. Hell, I never MET him. He died before I got the chance to meet him. I didn’t get my penchant for violence from my mother, either. I was raised by psychotic foster parent. That’s where I got this twisted mind that comes up with creative ways to hurt people. You can’t pin that on my father. But despite all of that, despite being shaped and molded into a monster, I managed to change. I got the help I needed from a strong support system of people who believed in me and wanted to help me. Now I am trying to pay it forward and in turn help other people who, like me, were once lost.”

“What are you getting at?” Carol is still furious but now a sense of curiosity has entered her mind.

“I know that you have had it rough ever since your sister was murdered. It was just you and your mom, barely making ends meet. You were angry, you were furious at the failure of the justice system for letting Sean Williams get off scott free. So you took justice into your own hands and went after the people you perceived as the villains. I get that because that was me once upon a time. I targeted the people who I perceived as my enemies and, like you, I got locked up. But I got help and now I want to help you turn your life around.”

“Are you serious?” Carol chuckles, almost in disbelief. “Here you are, standing here in a freaking penguin onesie, and you want me to take you seriously? About THAT?!”

“Yeah, I get it, the penguin onesie doesn’t exactly help my cause.” Kim snickers knowingly. “But believe me, if I wasn’t being serious, if I wasn’t sincere about wanting to help you, I would have turned you over to the police when you trespassed on my property. My entire family wanted me to lock you up but I didn’t because I want to help you…even if that help is just to put a roof over your head…but I think I can do more to help you if you let me.”

There is a long tense pause as Carol Johnson, this demented woman who years ago stalked and committed crimes against Kim’s family, now stares deep into her eyes and consider this offer, an offer of assistance. Finally Carol sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

“Look, Kim, it’s getting late…I…” she shakes her head “...I just don’t know.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Kim nods her head. “This is a difficult decision to make considering our past. All I ask is that you consider it. Ok? Just think about it. Can you at least do that?”

“Yeah…” Carol nods her head “...I suppose I can think it over.”