September Will Never End, chapter 2
I waited a few days before I did anything. I knew the other man would be gone. I knew she'd be all alone.
I waited until night- the scary part of night. The part when you wake up from a nightmare, and still think it's going on. When you hear strange things, and you try to comfort yourself by thinking it's nothing. But for her, it's everything.
I silently walked over the damp grass. I walked to the gate that leads into the backyard. I'm not stupid; I knew the gate would be locked. I knew the house would be locked... which is why I got keys. That dipshit my Adrienne is with 'lost' his keys. I stole them right from his pocket, but that's another story.
I opened the gate and stepped into the large yard. I scanned the area for anything suspicious. There was nothing... only toys and other rich people things. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tent set up in a dark corner of the yard.
The boys. I had forgotten they would be here. I walked over to the tent and peered inside. Both boys were inside their tent sleeping. They looked like angels. I almost felt sorry for them... they could've been inside. They could've came to their mother's aid. I would have stopped. I don't want to hurt the boys, nor do I want to scare them by making them witness of their mother being tortured.
I walked up to the backdoor and pushed it open. It was unlocked for the boys. I locked it. Like I said, I wouldn't want them to see what's going to happen to their mother when I get my hands on her.
I walked through the dark house only briefly shining a flashlight in front of me. I came to the living, and turned on the flashlight. Ahead of me was a fireplace with a mantle full of pictures. Rage filled me. I knew that I didn't want to take all of this out on her, so I decided to take it out on something else.
I walked over to the mantle, and found one picture that I liked. I took that picture and made all the other picture frames with their disgusting memories shatter on the floor. I heard Adrienne get out of her bed. I moved into a shadow and kept silent and still.
I grinned as I saw her walk right passed me and stepped on a piece of glass. She grabbed her foot in pain. I came out of the shadow and pushed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the floor. She yelled in pain and surprise as she hit the pile of broken glasses and photographs. I stood over her, my face hidden by the night's shadows.
"Billie?" she whispered quietly.
I said nothing and smacked her hard on the head with the picture I still had. The top half of her body hit the floor with a light thud. The blood flowed from the fresh wound on her head. The blood covered that fucker in the photographs.
I grabbed her long brown hair and dragged her into the kitchen. I sat her up in one of the chairs and tied her to it. I sat down and looked at the picture while I waited for her to wake up.
The picture in my hand looked sad. The frame was bent and the glass was broken. The photograph was fine. It was a photo of Adrienne and her family, and I was standing next to her. It was the day I proposed to her.
I waited until night- the scary part of night. The part when you wake up from a nightmare, and still think it's going on. When you hear strange things, and you try to comfort yourself by thinking it's nothing. But for her, it's everything.
I silently walked over the damp grass. I walked to the gate that leads into the backyard. I'm not stupid; I knew the gate would be locked. I knew the house would be locked... which is why I got keys. That dipshit my Adrienne is with 'lost' his keys. I stole them right from his pocket, but that's another story.
I opened the gate and stepped into the large yard. I scanned the area for anything suspicious. There was nothing... only toys and other rich people things. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tent set up in a dark corner of the yard.
The boys. I had forgotten they would be here. I walked over to the tent and peered inside. Both boys were inside their tent sleeping. They looked like angels. I almost felt sorry for them... they could've been inside. They could've came to their mother's aid. I would have stopped. I don't want to hurt the boys, nor do I want to scare them by making them witness of their mother being tortured.
I walked up to the backdoor and pushed it open. It was unlocked for the boys. I locked it. Like I said, I wouldn't want them to see what's going to happen to their mother when I get my hands on her.
I walked through the dark house only briefly shining a flashlight in front of me. I came to the living, and turned on the flashlight. Ahead of me was a fireplace with a mantle full of pictures. Rage filled me. I knew that I didn't want to take all of this out on her, so I decided to take it out on something else.
I walked over to the mantle, and found one picture that I liked. I took that picture and made all the other picture frames with their disgusting memories shatter on the floor. I heard Adrienne get out of her bed. I moved into a shadow and kept silent and still.
I grinned as I saw her walk right passed me and stepped on a piece of glass. She grabbed her foot in pain. I came out of the shadow and pushed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the floor. She yelled in pain and surprise as she hit the pile of broken glasses and photographs. I stood over her, my face hidden by the night's shadows.
"Billie?" she whispered quietly.
I said nothing and smacked her hard on the head with the picture I still had. The top half of her body hit the floor with a light thud. The blood flowed from the fresh wound on her head. The blood covered that fucker in the photographs.
I grabbed her long brown hair and dragged her into the kitchen. I sat her up in one of the chairs and tied her to it. I sat down and looked at the picture while I waited for her to wake up.
The picture in my hand looked sad. The frame was bent and the glass was broken. The photograph was fine. It was a photo of Adrienne and her family, and I was standing next to her. It was the day I proposed to her.
