Beauty in Bloodshed - Part Two
This is the second installment of my story of love, hate and desperation. Please comment so I know how I am doing. Thank you and Enjoy.
Chris:
As soon as Anna phones I take off up to the house. I can't leave her alone in there for too long. You never know what could happen.
Anna-Lee:
There is knock at their front door. Just as I was beginning to worry.
"That was quick." says the old man, compared to his wife's cashmere voice, his voice is like sandpaper.
"I didn't hear any sirens though." says the old woman. Her face is wrinkled up in a expression of confusion.
"No you wouldn't have" I say, barely more than a whisper escapes my mouth.
They both look at me. Scared now. I pull the gun out of my pants.
"Answer the door." I say.
The old man gets up and goes to the door. Chris shoves his way in, his gun drawn, now pointing at the old man's temple.
"Hey baby." he says to me, grinning like a crazy person.
"Get down on your knees" I yell at them. Just like last time. Chris looks at me like I am the sexiest thing he's seen in his entire life. I feel powerful.
They oblige, making their way to their knees. Shaking. Scared and fragile.
Chris harasses them for info on their possessions, safes, jewelry. When he gets what he wants, he does something that he didn't do last time. He holds his silenced pistol up to the back of the old woman's head and pulls the trigger. I am standing just in range to be soaked with her blood. The cashmere voice will never again be heard. A second silenced shot cuts off the sobs of the old mans rough voice.
Chris:
The shock of what I've done is visible on Anna's blood soaked face. She looks like an angel. An angel in the middle of hell. She is beautiful and strong. She is shaking.
"Anna," I whisper to her softly, " we have to hurry."
Anna:
Chris snaps me out of my reverie and we rush through the house. The shake down. We take everything we can find, we raid the safe, all her jewelry, coins and collectibles. We are just leaving and I look up and see a wall. A wall full of family photos, of weddings and babies and barbecues, vacations and graduation. Everyone smiling, happy, well off. I am suddenly filled with such an intense rage. I scream out loud and go insane, smashing the wall and ripping the pictures down. They smash all over the floor and the broken glass cuts at my sandaled feet.
"Anna," Chris yells at me " NOW."
His words are sharp and cut me as much as the glass does. He grabs my arm and drags me out the front door, down the street and onto a dirt path behind the stolen car we crashed. I won't feel safe until we get to the motel. I can already hear the sirens.
As soon as Anna phones I take off up to the house. I can't leave her alone in there for too long. You never know what could happen.
Anna-Lee:
There is knock at their front door. Just as I was beginning to worry.
"That was quick." says the old man, compared to his wife's cashmere voice, his voice is like sandpaper.
"I didn't hear any sirens though." says the old woman. Her face is wrinkled up in a expression of confusion.
"No you wouldn't have" I say, barely more than a whisper escapes my mouth.
They both look at me. Scared now. I pull the gun out of my pants.
"Answer the door." I say.
The old man gets up and goes to the door. Chris shoves his way in, his gun drawn, now pointing at the old man's temple.
"Hey baby." he says to me, grinning like a crazy person.
"Get down on your knees" I yell at them. Just like last time. Chris looks at me like I am the sexiest thing he's seen in his entire life. I feel powerful.
They oblige, making their way to their knees. Shaking. Scared and fragile.
Chris harasses them for info on their possessions, safes, jewelry. When he gets what he wants, he does something that he didn't do last time. He holds his silenced pistol up to the back of the old woman's head and pulls the trigger. I am standing just in range to be soaked with her blood. The cashmere voice will never again be heard. A second silenced shot cuts off the sobs of the old mans rough voice.
Chris:
The shock of what I've done is visible on Anna's blood soaked face. She looks like an angel. An angel in the middle of hell. She is beautiful and strong. She is shaking.
"Anna," I whisper to her softly, " we have to hurry."
Anna:
Chris snaps me out of my reverie and we rush through the house. The shake down. We take everything we can find, we raid the safe, all her jewelry, coins and collectibles. We are just leaving and I look up and see a wall. A wall full of family photos, of weddings and babies and barbecues, vacations and graduation. Everyone smiling, happy, well off. I am suddenly filled with such an intense rage. I scream out loud and go insane, smashing the wall and ripping the pictures down. They smash all over the floor and the broken glass cuts at my sandaled feet.
"Anna," Chris yells at me " NOW."
His words are sharp and cut me as much as the glass does. He grabs my arm and drags me out the front door, down the street and onto a dirt path behind the stolen car we crashed. I won't feel safe until we get to the motel. I can already hear the sirens.
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