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|To kill someone (standard:Suspense, 1575 words)|
|Author: Kamea||Added: May 25 2005||Views/Reads: 2575/1581||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Something inside Amy snaps....and now there is hell to pay|
Amy thought she knew what it would be like to kill someone. She thought it would be easy. Just walk in, shoot, walk out. She was prepared, she knew what to do. She knew every room, every nook and cranny in the house, and now, as she crouched outside his bedroom window, listening to him and that....that....slut laughing and joking, as if everything were normal. As if everything in the world were okay. But everything wasn't okay, she wasn't okay, and he didn't care. He didn't care that he had just tossed her aside like garbage, like she was the dirt he walked on. And for what? For her? For that thing in there? Ha! He didn't know what he was missing! But he would soon enough. She risked a small peek above the ledge of the window, they were sitting on the bed together, watching a movie, he had his arms wrapped around her, and she was leaning back against his chest, smiling. "Well, you won't be smiling for long, whore." Amy whispered to herself, then ducked back under the window and crept around the back yard and to the door. As usual, he had left it unlocked, and she smiled as the knob twisted in her hand and she slipped into the kitchen. She stared around the house that had been her home for three years. Her home! Not that sluts! And here she was, sitting in their bedroom! Like she'd been there all her life! Like she belonged there! Amy bit back a scream of pure anger that welled in her throat and threatened to slip past her lips. ::A month earlier:: Amy stared up at him as he stood above her, looking down on her. The quilt on their bed suddenly grew itchy and hot, the room seemed to close in on her, and suddenly she wanted to be anywhere but here. "Look, Amy, you know I hate doing this to you." "But things....things just aren't what they used to be." "They've changed." "I've changed." "My feelings for you have changed." Amy blinked back tears and glanced down at the small solitaire diamond on her left hand. She tried to speak, but only a whimper emerged. "I just think we need to call things off for right now." "Who knows? We could get back together later on." "I just need time to figure things out, to figure out who I am and who I want to be with." "I know I-" Amy jumped up from the bed "I thought you said I was the one!" She cried, tears now flowing freely. "I thought you said there was no doubt in you're mind!" "That you loved me!" Ben stared at her, but she didn't see any pain, no remorse, no sadness. He didn't care about her anymore....she could see it. "Amy, I know I said that, and I realize that now I shouldn't have." "I rushed into things with you, I've led you on and I'm sorry." He turned towards the closet, and when he opened it, Amy saw to her horror, that it wasn't his suitcases that were packed, they were hers! He pulled them out, one by one. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" She screeched, "You can't kick me out of my own house?!" He turned and stared at her, his eyes hard. "It's not you're house!" "It's mine." "I payed for it and I'm not leaving." He said this in a loud, clear tone, speaking slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. Amy went weak in the knees, she grabbed the wall to steady herself. She felt as if someone was ripping her heart out, stomping on it, over and over. She couldn't breath, she had never in her life felt such pain. Ben, her Ben, was doing this to her. Leaving her. Had said he didn't care about her. The Ben she had lived with for three years, the Ben she had been dating for five years! Her Ben. He grabbed her bags and walked around her as she fell to her knees sobbing. Slowly and meticulously he pulled each bag from the room, loaded it into her car, and then came and stood in front of her. "Amy." She was sniffling, wiping her nose on the back of her hand, swiping away tears, trying to gain some composure. "Amy." She felt a ball of anger start in her stomache, work its way, and finally curl around her heart. "Amy." The sound of her name, coming from him mouth, enraged her somehow. He had no right to do this! He had no right to stand here over her, like she was some kind of child and he was punishing her! She was twenty five years old! She was a grown woman! And here he was looming over her like some kind of gorilla, trying to be intimidating! She jumped to her feet. "Just shut the hell up Ben! I think you've said enough!" "You're bags are in you're car." He said, staring at her. "No shit sherlock!" "I watched you take them out there." He frowned, then took her by the arm to steer her out of the room. She laughed and jerked away. "Don't touch me!" "Who do you think you are?!" "Look, just go Amy." He pointed to the door. "Oh, what, now I need directions?!" "I think I know where the front door is dumbass, I've lived here long enough haven't I?" "Payed you're bills long enough, haven't I?" "Yeah, I think I know where the door is." She walked to it, then turned and stared at him, "So what's her name?" He looked startled for a second, and took a step back. "Bye Amy." "Oh, so there is someone." She laughed, "Come on, Benny, what's her name?" "At least let me know who you're going to con into paying Click here to read the rest of this story (49 more lines)
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