Beauty in Bloodshed - Part One
A trip into the world of desperation and what people will do when they find themselves there. Not everything is as it seems and the hero of the story is not always the good guy.
Beauty in Bloodshed
Anna-Lee:
This is the third time tonight. This was Chris' idea from the get-go. He's says that I am the beauty and he is the brains. I wasn't sure at first but after the first round worked, I felt a little more sure in his ideas. A little more proud to call him mine. A little more willing to entrust him with my existence. God, I love him.
I prepare myself for my upcoming task. I reach down to the rip in the knee of my pants, tearing it wide open. I toss my hair back and rake my dirty hands through it, shaking it into a dirty twisted mess. I run a finger across my cut open cheek. Still bleeding, swollen. Good. The mental preparation is a little harder though. Well, it was the first time anyway, I think it is getting easier to deal with.
I put on a good limp and make my way up the long cobble stone drive way.
Chris:
I can see Anna from where I am hiding in the bushes. Crouched behind the car I just wrecked. The house she is hobbling up to is gigantic. The first one on the block with its lights on, secluded and also, luckily, the largest in the neighborhood.
I swear this gets easier every time. Well except for cutting Anna, that never gets easier. It's a shame that fake blood looks so, well, fake.
I make a mental note of the closest foot path through the bushes. It runs alongside the river and is well hidden from the highway. It is the easiest way out.
Anna is nearly at the front door. That took a long time. When I get through this and it's all said and done, I will have a driveway that long. One day.
Anna-Lee:
I bang on the front door of the house with such ferocity I feel my hand may break. I force my tears to fall as the door swings open. The woman who opens the door is elderly, but not decrepit. I automatically envy her. The emotion chills me and runs through me unchecked and untamed. When she looks at me her expression of annoyance from being disturbed at such an hour turns to an expression of deep and genuine worry.
My emotions rage inside of me.
"What is it dear?" her voice comes out as soft as cashmere and is rife with concern all at once.
"There's been an accident.." I sob, " my husband, he's trapped in our car down the street, we rolled it. Please, I need your help."
The tears are pouring down my cheeks now and I can't even decide for myself whether they stem from reality or are just a part of my show.
The woman yells out to her husband and he comes to the door. Without a word he drags me inside and I immediately make a grab for the phone. I pretend to dial 9-1-1, instead I dial Chris. While I am having my emergency operator conversation with Chris, the old couple pace back and forth in their kitchen, they have already brought me a glass of cold water. Their kindness evokes a rage in me I didn't even know existed. Chris is on his way.
Anna-Lee:
This is the third time tonight. This was Chris' idea from the get-go. He's says that I am the beauty and he is the brains. I wasn't sure at first but after the first round worked, I felt a little more sure in his ideas. A little more proud to call him mine. A little more willing to entrust him with my existence. God, I love him.
I prepare myself for my upcoming task. I reach down to the rip in the knee of my pants, tearing it wide open. I toss my hair back and rake my dirty hands through it, shaking it into a dirty twisted mess. I run a finger across my cut open cheek. Still bleeding, swollen. Good. The mental preparation is a little harder though. Well, it was the first time anyway, I think it is getting easier to deal with.
I put on a good limp and make my way up the long cobble stone drive way.
Chris:
I can see Anna from where I am hiding in the bushes. Crouched behind the car I just wrecked. The house she is hobbling up to is gigantic. The first one on the block with its lights on, secluded and also, luckily, the largest in the neighborhood.
I swear this gets easier every time. Well except for cutting Anna, that never gets easier. It's a shame that fake blood looks so, well, fake.
I make a mental note of the closest foot path through the bushes. It runs alongside the river and is well hidden from the highway. It is the easiest way out.
Anna is nearly at the front door. That took a long time. When I get through this and it's all said and done, I will have a driveway that long. One day.
Anna-Lee:
I bang on the front door of the house with such ferocity I feel my hand may break. I force my tears to fall as the door swings open. The woman who opens the door is elderly, but not decrepit. I automatically envy her. The emotion chills me and runs through me unchecked and untamed. When she looks at me her expression of annoyance from being disturbed at such an hour turns to an expression of deep and genuine worry.
My emotions rage inside of me.
"What is it dear?" her voice comes out as soft as cashmere and is rife with concern all at once.
"There's been an accident.." I sob, " my husband, he's trapped in our car down the street, we rolled it. Please, I need your help."
The tears are pouring down my cheeks now and I can't even decide for myself whether they stem from reality or are just a part of my show.
The woman yells out to her husband and he comes to the door. Without a word he drags me inside and I immediately make a grab for the phone. I pretend to dial 9-1-1, instead I dial Chris. While I am having my emergency operator conversation with Chris, the old couple pace back and forth in their kitchen, they have already brought me a glass of cold water. Their kindness evokes a rage in me I didn't even know existed. Chris is on his way.
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