Short Story: Big Bad Wolf

Written as part of a Writer’s Plot genre assignment. Fairy Tale / Romance.


Big Bad Wolf

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Where is she?” A voice growled.

Pippa stood behind the door, knuckles white and clenched. The chain lock rattled with every thump.

“I don’t know where she is,” said Pippa sternly. “You go away now.”

The thumping stopped. “Let me in Pippa,” grumbled Alex.

“It’s my private time. I don’t have to do anything.”

“You think you have privileges?” Alex chuckled. “You’re a whore.”

“Frankie made her choice. You leave her alone now.”

There was silence on the other side of the door.

Pippa relaxed her hands. “What, you really thought you two would live happily ever after? A whore and a pimp?”

With one forceful blow the chain snapped off and the door crashed open. Alex shook off his leg, brushed the damaged door aside, and walked into Pippa’s flat. His long black coat swung with every movement.

Pippa stepped backwards and found herself backed up against the wall. Alex sauntered up to her, his dark shadow cast across an ageing sofa, and then blocking the light entire. She looked up at his square chin dotted with stubble, and into those deep black eyes. She felt his breath warm and heavy. She had been with him once, a couple times even, but not since Frankie arrived on the scene.

“Tell me,” said Alex.

“I don’t know. After your.. interlude, she left her place. If anyone knows where she is it’ll be Lila.”

Alex turned away. “Lila…”

Pippa took a breath and relaxed her shoulders as Alex retreated.

He turned. “If you’re lying, I will be back for you, and you will have a lot less John’s on your doorstep as a result.”

Pippa shot back. “Doesn’t that mean less for your cut?”

“Indeed. But this matter is worth more to me than a few extra bank notes.”

With a flick of a coattail Alex left Pippa’s flat, leaving the door hanging off its hinge.


“You love me?” asked Frankie, faking surprise. “As in true love?”

She pushed Alex off her bare chest and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Well?”

Alex scratched his stubble. “Sorry babe. I know this was… unexpected.”

“You know as well as I, that I can pretend to love a man,” said Frankie.

“Pretend is not what I’m asking,” said Alex.

“Just to be one hundred percent crystal, I’m not your hooker with a free side of fries every time you get that look in your eye.”

“Absolutely not. In fact, I’d rather you quit this line of work altogether.”

Frankie sat up in bed and brushed aside a few loose strands of her neon pink hair. She lay back against the fortress of coloured pillows. “That’s not gonna happen hun.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Alex, as he rested the back of his head on his open palms, an elbow nearly hitting Frankie in the face.

“Wanna know how I got these scars?” Asked Frankie as she pulled the covers off herself exposing her abdomen sporting several long white scars.

“Couple freak Johns I guess,” said Alex.

“Wrong,” said Frankie. “It was pimps. Others, before you took me on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I haven’t hurt you,” said Alex.

“Well ain’t that sweet,” said Frankie. “Yet. You haven’t hurt me yet.”


Alex rolled up alongside the suburban side-walk. He cut the engine and left the BMW Sedan unlocked on the side of the road. He was outside a small single storey property with a grassy front yard and an overgrown garden. A young boy clicked furiously on a plastic pistol, ducking and diving from imaginary creatures. It appeared as if the invaders were firing out from the overgrown bushes. Alex approached the driveway and the boy stopped what he was doing. Alex kept on walking. The boy aimed his pistol square at Alex’s head and fired. At this distance the gun squeaked a dying sound effect of a gun blast.

“These aren’t the droids you’re looking for,” said Alex, waving a Jedi hand. “Also, you might need some new batteries kid.”

Alex walked up to the stunned child and ushered him to the front door. It was open.

“Mooom. Alex is here. I shot him, but he didn’t die,” cried the boy.

There was a rattle of tins in another room and Lila came to the door in a low cut tank top underneath a floral apron. Her hair was dressed in a pony tail and her hands dusted with flour. On seeing Alex, Lila put her floured hands on her hips. “Come here Tim,” she said sternly.

Tim moved for inside, but Alex put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Alex, leave my child alone.”

“Lila, little Tim here can go along and shoot some more alien scum, but not until you tell me where Frankie is.”

“Do you really think I know where that bitch is?”

“Language,” said Alex, pretending to cover Tim’s ears. Tim looked down at his gun and attempted to clean dirt out from the chamber with his pinky.

“Pippa sent me here.”

“Yeah, well Pippa is a bitch too,” shot back Lila.

“I don’t have time for these games Lila, and I think Tim is tired of them too.” Alex ruffled Tim’s hair. Tim concentrated on cleaning his pistol.

“You dare hurt him…” Lila left the sentence hanging. She threw down her hands in defeat. “She’s at the local Hilton. Room 4E. You can sort your shit out together, just leave us out of it.”

“I’m afraid you two will have to stick with me for a little longer. I can’t have you running off and warning her of my arrival.”

Lila put a hand to her cheek. “What are you going to do?”


Alex wrestled with the naked man. He got in a few punches but the pot bellied man slipped out of his grasp and ran butt naked down the hall clutching his side. Panting, Alex turned towards Frankie, who had slipped on a Summer evening gown.

“I told you, no more fucking other men,” said Alex.

“Darling, I’m a pro-sti-tute. That’s how I get paid,” said Frankie.

“You’re with me now goddammit. I make enough so you don’t have to.”

“From your other whores no doubt? Alex, honey, I love you. But I don’t need a man to provide for me. I have my own skill set.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand completely. You want to own me, even more than you do already.”

Alex sighed and walked up to Frankie. He placed his hands on her shoulders and Frankie threw them off. Furious at the rejection he swung his arm out and slapped her across the cheek with his palm. Frankie hit the floor with a crack.

“I knew you were just as bad as the others,” Frankie sneered from the floor.

Alex looked from his hand to her already swelling cheek and fled.


Alex stood outside Room 4E cracking his knuckles.

Lila and her boy were tied up inside his BMW outside the hotel. The tinted windows hid the struggling pair within.

Alex knocked firmly. He waited for movement but there was only silence.

“Frankie, I know you’re in there.”

He knocked again. “Open the door!”

As with Pippa’s apartment he took a few steps backwards and took a running leap at the door. He hit the door and rebounded. The door remained intact. Alex rubbed his shoulder and investigated the rest of the hallway. He knocked on Room 4F. The door opened and a white-haired woman stood in the frame.

Alex cleared his throat and turned on the sickly sweet. “Excuse me Miss, I’m just a few rooms down. The phone in my room isn’t working and I need to get on the phone. May I come in? It’s urgent.”

The woman eyed the tall, handsome man in his dark coat. There was something about him that wasn’t quite right. “Haven’t you got a cellphone?” She asked.

“I never did. Call me old fashioned.”

The woman shrugged and let him inside. She pointed him towards the phone by her bed. Alex picked it up and dialled Frankie’s number. It dialled ten times before Alex slammed it down in the receiver.

Alex looked out at the balcony. He walked up to the sliding door and unlocked it.

The woman grew concerned. “What are you–”

Alex put his finger to his lips and stepped outside onto the balcony. The balcony was connected with the two rooms on either side with a small barrier in between. Alex heaved himself over it and landed on the other side. The sliding door was open an inch. He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Frankie lay on her bed with a knife at the ready. She had constructed a fortress out of the plain white pillows provided by the hotel. Frankie kept an eye on the door that lead into the hall. She hadn’t noticed his intrusion.

“Frankie…” Alex spoke softly.

Frankie startled and flicked her eyes over to the man at the foot of her bed.

“Don’t you come any closer,” said Frankie.

“Why did you leave me?” Asked Alex.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re deranged. You want me to be your trophy wife. I’m not going to lose my independence to the likes of you. Oh and of course the physical violence bullshit. ” She showed him the unsightly bruise on her cheek. It was hidden under concealer, but still noticeable.

Alex took a step forward.

Frankie shoved the knife in his direction. “I don’t know how you found me, but you’re not getting away with any more. You’re done.”

Alex snarled. “I’ll tell you when I’m done bitch.”

Alex rushed onto the bed when a hand shot out from underneath him and pulled him to the floor. Alex had knocked his head and lay dazed while a person emerged from under the bed. It was a muscular, balded man. He stood over Alex with a stone faced glare.

“Who the fuck are you?” Demanded Alex.

“He’s my new pimp,” said Frankie calmly.

The bald man reached down and picked Alex off the floor with one quick scoop. From behind he wrapped his arms around Alex’s chest. Alex kicked and flailed, but gained no traction. He kicked the man in his shins with his heels but he didn’t budge.

Frankie was in front of him now. She looked him up and down and smiled. “See how it feels to be defenceless and at the mercy of a monster.”

Alex opened his mouth. “I love y–”

Frankie plunged the knife into his chest. Blood trickled out of his mouth and he soon hung limp in the man’s arms. The pimp dropped him to the floor.

“He’s not so big and bad now is he?” said Frankie, while her new pimp dragged his body to the other room.

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