The door slammed shut behind me, I looked back, my heart pounding.
"Mark!", I yelled. "Mark are you here, it's me, Anni!"
I walked through the kitchen, and into the living room. I was now on full alert as the sight of an overturned chair and broken lamp lying on the floor sent chills down my spine.
Walking further in, I hear a door creek. I quickly tip toed back into the kitchen. Reaching for the butcher knife in the holder on the marble counter, I hear a gunshot.
"Shit!" I mouthed.
Crouching behind the kitchen island, I want to run, but my body has other plans. I slowly start to crawl back to the living room. I stop just before the doorway and hold my breath. A faint heavy breathing sounds too far to be in the next room so I proceed on.
Nerves start getting the better of me. My breathing gets heavier. I slowly rise to my feet. Creeping down the hallway now, I decide to head towards the bedroom. I step lightly remembering the sound of the gunshot. Reaching the big oak french doors, I slowly push open the already cracked door. There lying in a pool of blood is Mark.
I immediately freeze, not knowing what to do.
After what felt like hours, the fake ice melts away, and I rush to his side.
"Mark!" I shout.
" Baby can you hear me?"
He mumbles something I can't understand.
"It's alright honey, it's all gonna be ok," I calmly tell him, while I apply pressure to the wound on his left side.
He starts to mumble again, and I hear footsteps, heavy, and fast. As I turn to look, I grab the knife I laid next to Mark. I hear a loud grunt, as a large blur jumps towards me. With one swift move, I swing my arm, hard, and fast, screaming as it's all happening so fast. Then there's silence.
I'm standing there staring, first at Mark, then at the lifeless body next to him. I'm in disbelief at what just happened. How could I have been so lucky as to happen to have my weapon at the perfect spot to slit his throat? Was it even luck? Did I do this purposely? No. I wanted to defend myself not murder someone. I walk across the room and stare out the window. What do I do? Call the cops? Run? Why me? I had the perfect life. Assistant to Ronald Mcguire CEO of Mcguire Enterprises, the largest company in the Austin. An amazing apartment. Designer clothes. I am 5, 6" 120 lbs. I have long model legs. I'm a package, as some would say, complete with a booty and boobs. With long brown hair that falls below the middle of my back. Sultry baby blues are outlined by long eyelashes. My amazing family and friends have always been there for me. Then there was Mark. My wonderful boyfriend. He stands 6, 1" maybe 140. He is the perfect combonation of Hugh Jackman in the face, and Vin Diesel in the body. His muscles bulge from every angle. We are the perfect couple in some eyes, but yet here I am. Why?
I turn, looking around there's blood and holes everywhere. I walk back to Mark. He's fully awake now, sitting up, and leaning against the bed trying to hold pressure on his wound. I run to the bathroom and get a gauze. As I treat him he's explaining to me what happened.
"Troy was my friend, it wasn't supposed to go down like this."
He sits there quietly. Wheels turning in his head.
"Mark, you better get to explaining cause I just killed a guy!" I scream.
He puts his hand on mine and places the other on my cheek. I look into his eyes.
"Baby I love you, nothing will change that."
His voice gets low.
"Troy and I are a part of a mob."
"Excuse me?" I gasp.
"I took out a loan a while back from my boss, and I haven't started to pay it back yet."
Sarcasm just escapes my mouth as I start to bandage the gaping hole in his side.
"Why is that Mark?"
"We sell drugs Anni. That's the job, my job."
He takes a long pause.
"And?" I ask.
"Well the cops are catchin on. They've been following me. I had to stop for a few weeks, so I have no money to pay it."
I finished putting the bandage on his wound, and stare at him in awe.
"Why didn't you tell me about this? Four years Mark! Four fuckin' years we've been together, and you held all of this from me! Why? Do you not trust me enough that you had to lie to me! Even so I could have helped you with the money, you should have come to me!" I shouted.
"I couldn't Anni, I just couldn't because the money was ..." He pauses again.
"It was for this."
He pulls out a little black velvet box. I take it, and open it slowly. Inside is a single, four carat, diamond, on a platinum band.
"A ring?" I ask.
"All of this over a fuckin' ring!"
I toss the box on the bed, and grab his hands to pull him up on his feet. He slouches slightly holding his side. His jeans, soaked with blood on his left pant leg, hang off his hips just slightly.
We walk into the bathroom. I grab a towel from the cabinet and wet one corner. As I start wiping blood off his stomach, he takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry." He finally answers.
"I didn't realize it would be this bad."
I look at him.
His head hangs low. He has an obvious look of defeat and disappointment.
"Well," I sigh.
"What do we do now?"
Before he can answer a phone rings. He walks back into the room. I quickly follow and realize where the ringing is originating from. Troy's pocket lights up slightly.
Bravery overcoming me in adreniline rushes, I stoop down and pull it out. Mark, quick not to let me answer, snatches it and looks at the ID.
"It's boss," he says.
"Give it," I snap snatching it back from his weak grasp.
I hit the green call button and answer.
"Hello," I answer.
"Who the fuck is this?" He asks.
"No the question is, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS!"
"Are you this 'boss' I keep hearing about? Because frankly from what I hear your a piece of shit!"
"Where's Troy you little bitch?"
"Dead asshole, just like your gonna be when I find you!"
"Oh is that so, well listen deary, you come on and we will see who will be dead after I get done with you. Oh an tell ol' Marky boy that Troy won't be the last. I want my money dead, or alive."
Click. Tossing the phone on the bed I stare at the floor. My mind reeling at what to do next. The cops aren't on their way since Mark is secluded from neighbor. No one saw, or heard so there wouldn't be a report.
Coming back to reality, I notice Mark has a duffle bag out throwing clothes and things in it as fast as he can. He grabs mine from my designated drawer, then his. He steps in the closet and I hear beeps. I walk over to it as he's opening the safe. Grabbing three fourty-five automatic Colt pistols, he tosses me one and grabs extra magazines.
"What the hell are you doing Mark?"
"We have to get outta here. He'll kill us Anni. We have to run!" A panic voice escaped him.
"Oh no I'm not running. I'm killin' that fucker!" I replied.
"Babe, as brave as you are right now, I hate to tell you this, but he WILL kill you!"
Rage fills me. I walk over to the duffle bag and throw the gun in it and head to the bathroom. I grab some peroxide and achohol from the cabinet, a few small towels, and the rest of the gauze. Walking out I dont see Mark. I throw everything in the bag and hear a deep laugh.
I turn to see a 6, 1" man. His dark hair slicked back with gel. He was dressed in nice jeans, boots, and a shirt, unbuttoned enough to see his chest hair. He's holding Mark in a chokehold with a gun to his head.
"You must be the little disrespectful bitch I heard on the phone." He laughs.
"Let him go you son of a bitch!"
He tosses Mark aside. One of his minions stands over him, pistol aimed for his head.
Bossman walks over to me. He stands there for a min. Just long enough for me to see the rage boiling in his eyes.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that!" All in one motion, the back of his hand stings the side of my face, I crumble to the ground.
"I'm sure Marky boy has told you why he's in this predicament. See he owes me, and I don't like being owed for long periods of time. So I sent Troy to do my dirty work."
He looks down at Troy's body, and gives him a little nudge with his foot.
"Guess he didn't expect a badass like you huh? Oh well I'll just have to do it myself, then deal with you."
He walks back over to Mark, and points his gun at his forehead.
"No boss, I'll pay you I swear! Just gotta give me time the co.."
Bam! The echo of the pistol shakes the room. Mark lay there completely lifeless. I feel numb. Knowing at any point that could be me. He walks over to me. I save my breath knowing that if I beg like Mark did there would be no mercy anyway. He cocks his gun, and raises it to my head.
My mouth reacts.
"There's money in the safe, and probably your drugs too."
He lowers his gun.
"Well aren't you a good little girl."
"Get up lets go."
He leads me to the closet.
"The combonation is my birthday." I whisper.
He walks over to the turn dial safe.
"Lets have it."
"8,6,87," I reply.
He starts to turn it. One click. Then two. Finally the third click. He turns the handle and the door swings open.
"Mmm good girl!" He says, grabbing about twelve grand.
"Don't forget the ring in his pocket too." I answer.
His minon leaves me there and walks over to Mark. Searching his pocket he finds the black box Mark stuffed in there while I was in a daze.
Bossman walks back towards me. He leans in to my ear and whispers, "You did good so good, I think I'll keep you all to myself for a spell. Mmmm."
"Jack! Take ol' girl here back to the car. Shes goin with us."
He grabs my arm and forces me out the door. Just before I can't see anything else, I look back. Bossman spits on Mark then looks at me. His look is sinister. All I could think is, I'm going to die, slow and painful.