Chapter 7
Dave shouted my name as he came in..
‘Kate!’ Kate!'
I took back the aim and began to shake.
‘Kate!’
‘Dave… Thank God you’re here.’ I mumbled and came out behind the curtains. I hated myself immediately. I could have shot him. I cursed at myself.
‘What are you trying to do?’ He bellowed softly. ‘Shoot me?’
‘Dave, please, I don’t know. He said he would be here an hour ago.’ I explained in fear. ‘I was just about to call him. He didn’t pick my call, I swear!’
‘You were trying to call him with a gun?’
‘A gun?’ I asked like an idiot and realised I was actually still holding the gun in my hand, when I should have dropped it behind the curtain. I dropped the gun immediately in fear. I hated myself for being gutless. ‘No, no, I was calling Jose and he didn’t pick up and I saw that car ran into the driveway and I thought Jose was here to… to… kill me and I…’
‘Try it again.’ Dave said with a smile that confused me.
‘What?’ I asked, panting and out of breath from both my racing heart out of fear and talking too fast while explaining myself.
‘Call Jose again.’
‘Okay.’ I said, jittery, and redialled Jose’s number.
The phone rang in Dave’s hand.
‘What happened?’ I asked, scared.
‘That’s because Jose is dead!’
‘What?’
‘Yeah. He had an accident. His car flew off the cliff and he died instantly. Do you understand? Accidents happen, right?’ Dave said, with a sober face, in clear mockery.
‘Okay. Yes, yes, it does.’ I said. Very excited. I am now a proud owner of twenty million dollars! I screamed within myself. Crying and smiling at the same time.
‘Now, go pack your bags and let’s leave now.’ Dave ordered. ‘Finally, I have you to myself. You’re gonna love the cottage. That’s where you’re gonna stay for life!’ He smacked his lips.
I ran inside and dragged two suitcases with me- one with my clothes and the other with my money.
‘What are you doing? Is that your car keys?’
I nodded.
‘And which one the suitcases contained the money?’ He asked.
‘The brown one.’ I answered in a shaky voice. I almost convinced myself that Dave was gonna kill me and take the money before himself.
But, he didn’t.
‘Now, drop the fucking car keys and drop the suitcase with your clothes. I will definitely get you a new one. I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ Dave asked and I nodded.
As he drove down the lonely part to the cottage, his statement rang in my ears again, ‘I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ I looked at him, all smiles behind the wheel. And I knew, from that moment, that I had to kill Dave, if I ever want to keep my money- all of it!
I thought about several ways I could do this- Kill Dave, but no idea that came into my head proved to be easy enough. How do I even kill him with poison if I am trapped in the cottage, unable to go out? The dream of me owing a nice salon in Mexico faded from my eyes as we approached the cottage.
‘Take out the suitcase, fucck face.’ Dave howled and pulled the handbrake.
‘I was thinking Dave,’ I summoned some courage, ‘the money is twenty three million, why don’t you just give me just… just one million and…’
‘And let you get arrested by the police and snitch on me? Not a chance. Get the bag. You should be glad I didn’t kill you to cover my secret.’
His voice killed my hope- I would be his sex slave for ever until he got tired of me and maybe kill me.
‘Please, Dave.’ I pleaded but that wasn’t pleasant.
Like a flash, Dave’s hand caught me in the face and I crashed against the car window. The glass shatterr and exploded in many shards.
‘Get out of the fucking car and get the suitcase!’
I groaned and pushed myself out. The trunk was already opened.
Dave came as I was still trying to get the suitcase out with one hand, while the other held the blackened eye. My head was ringing like it got a call from hell. Well, it did, because Dave, the devil, wasn’t so pleased with my sluggishness.
‘Seriously, you are trying to stall me?’ He shouted.
‘Stall you? No, Dave, I just couldn’t seemed to get it out.’ I cried.
‘Yeah, that was because you were using just a hand…’
He gave me a blow at the back of my head and face hit the opened trunk with a full force. The trunk sent my head backwards to Dave who landed another slap to my face that got me flying to the ground. I wailed- not for the beating, but for the beast I would be stuck with. Right there, I knew I must find a way to escape the Devil. Even my crying didn’t stop Dave from kicking me hard.
‘You…ungrateful…idiot!’ Dave screamed and kicked me at every word.
‘You…were…okay…fuccking…all those rich pricks.
Then he started stumping me in my chest and stomach. ‘But now, you…wanna…run…when…it…comes…to…my…turn? Uhn? Uhn?’
He kicked me until I lost my voice to cry. I coughed out blood. Then he spat on me and dragged me by my hair, towards the cottage. I couldn’t fight it- I was almost dead and weak. The sun in my eyes, as he dragged me on, got dimmer…. and dimmer…. and dimmer… blurry… then darkness- I passed out.
End of 7
Dave shouted my name as he came in..
‘Kate!’ Kate!'
I took back the aim and began to shake.
‘Kate!’
‘Dave… Thank God you’re here.’ I mumbled and came out behind the curtains. I hated myself immediately. I could have shot him. I cursed at myself.
‘What are you trying to do?’ He bellowed softly. ‘Shoot me?’
‘Dave, please, I don’t know. He said he would be here an hour ago.’ I explained in fear. ‘I was just about to call him. He didn’t pick my call, I swear!’
‘You were trying to call him with a gun?’
‘A gun?’ I asked like an idiot and realised I was actually still holding the gun in my hand, when I should have dropped it behind the curtain. I dropped the gun immediately in fear. I hated myself for being gutless. ‘No, no, I was calling Jose and he didn’t pick up and I saw that car ran into the driveway and I thought Jose was here to… to… kill me and I…’
‘Try it again.’ Dave said with a smile that confused me.
‘What?’ I asked, panting and out of breath from both my racing heart out of fear and talking too fast while explaining myself.
‘Call Jose again.’
‘Okay.’ I said, jittery, and redialled Jose’s number.
The phone rang in Dave’s hand.
‘What happened?’ I asked, scared.
‘That’s because Jose is dead!’
‘What?’
‘Yeah. He had an accident. His car flew off the cliff and he died instantly. Do you understand? Accidents happen, right?’ Dave said, with a sober face, in clear mockery.
‘Okay. Yes, yes, it does.’ I said. Very excited. I am now a proud owner of twenty million dollars! I screamed within myself. Crying and smiling at the same time.
‘Now, go pack your bags and let’s leave now.’ Dave ordered. ‘Finally, I have you to myself. You’re gonna love the cottage. That’s where you’re gonna stay for life!’ He smacked his lips.
I ran inside and dragged two suitcases with me- one with my clothes and the other with my money.
‘What are you doing? Is that your car keys?’
I nodded.
‘And which one the suitcases contained the money?’ He asked.
‘The brown one.’ I answered in a shaky voice. I almost convinced myself that Dave was gonna kill me and take the money before himself.
But, he didn’t.
‘Now, drop the fucking car keys and drop the suitcase with your clothes. I will definitely get you a new one. I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ Dave asked and I nodded.
As he drove down the lonely part to the cottage, his statement rang in my ears again, ‘I can afford anything you wanted now, right?’ I looked at him, all smiles behind the wheel. And I knew, from that moment, that I had to kill Dave, if I ever want to keep my money- all of it!
I thought about several ways I could do this- Kill Dave, but no idea that came into my head proved to be easy enough. How do I even kill him with poison if I am trapped in the cottage, unable to go out? The dream of me owing a nice salon in Mexico faded from my eyes as we approached the cottage.
‘Take out the suitcase, fucck face.’ Dave howled and pulled the handbrake.
‘I was thinking Dave,’ I summoned some courage, ‘the money is twenty three million, why don’t you just give me just… just one million and…’
‘And let you get arrested by the police and snitch on me? Not a chance. Get the bag. You should be glad I didn’t kill you to cover my secret.’
His voice killed my hope- I would be his sex slave for ever until he got tired of me and maybe kill me.
‘Please, Dave.’ I pleaded but that wasn’t pleasant.
Like a flash, Dave’s hand caught me in the face and I crashed against the car window. The glass shatterr and exploded in many shards.
‘Get out of the fucking car and get the suitcase!’
I groaned and pushed myself out. The trunk was already opened.
Dave came as I was still trying to get the suitcase out with one hand, while the other held the blackened eye. My head was ringing like it got a call from hell. Well, it did, because Dave, the devil, wasn’t so pleased with my sluggishness.
‘Seriously, you are trying to stall me?’ He shouted.
‘Stall you? No, Dave, I just couldn’t seemed to get it out.’ I cried.
‘Yeah, that was because you were using just a hand…’
He gave me a blow at the back of my head and face hit the opened trunk with a full force. The trunk sent my head backwards to Dave who landed another slap to my face that got me flying to the ground. I wailed- not for the beating, but for the beast I would be stuck with. Right there, I knew I must find a way to escape the Devil. Even my crying didn’t stop Dave from kicking me hard.
‘You…ungrateful…idiot!’ Dave screamed and kicked me at every word.
‘You…were…okay…fuccking…all those rich pricks.
Then he started stumping me in my chest and stomach. ‘But now, you…wanna…run…when…it…comes…to…my…turn? Uhn? Uhn?’
He kicked me until I lost my voice to cry. I coughed out blood. Then he spat on me and dragged me by my hair, towards the cottage. I couldn’t fight it- I was almost dead and weak. The sun in my eyes, as he dragged me on, got dimmer…. and dimmer…. and dimmer… blurry… then darkness- I passed out.
End of 7
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