to get out of the car with a concerned look on his face to see his wife in what appeared to be a state sitting on the steps of their house, “Babe? Baby? You all right?”
She did not even have to look at him. His voice set her off as she raised a chrome Colt 1911 with a pearl grip handle and fired a shot hitting him in the left shoulder. She remembered at one of her sister’s many drunken bridge games she showed it to her as one of Martin’s brand new pieces he bought for his collection. He always kept a piece out as his gun of the month while the others stayed under lock and key. She remembered Marcia showing her how to load and fire it. She prayed it was still out when she went into their bedroom looking for it.
It was a lucky shot, she had never fired a gun before, the recoil was tremendous even from a seated position, but she still managed to hit him. She did not hear the screams from the neighbors outside on their lawns running for safety, nor the scream of her husband as the shot spun him around. All she could hear were the screams of her children in the car.
“Mommy! Daddy!” bawled little Michael as Stephanie sobbed uncontrollably in the back passenger booster seat.
“Stay in the car and do not come out for anything!” screamed Agnes to her children as Michael cracked the door open to get out.
She turned to Derek attempting to get away with blood gushing from his left shoulder as she took aim with two hands this time and fired three more rounds from the Colt. Two missed while one managed to hit him in his lower back, the children screamed and wailed as they watch their father go down not understanding what was happening.
“Stay in the car!!” she shrieked one final time to them as she trudged over to Derek lying in the dirty street covered in blood sobbing as he crawled to get away.
“Oh god…god…help me!” he cried out as his wife now stood over him with gun in hand.
“Turn over,” she ordered him.
Derek continued to crawl with snot and spit running from his mouth and nose dripping into the blood on the street looking for sanctuary where there was clearly none.
“I said turn over!” she screeched.
Reluctantly Derek turned over to look at his heart broken enraged wife pointing the Colt with three more rounds left in it.
“Did you touch Stephanie?! Did you touch her?!” she shrilled as her hand shook aiming the barrel at his skull.
“No!” Derek wailed begging for his life, “I swear to god no! Agnes! Please! Please!”
“My niece?!” her voice was almost half-gone, her eyes bright red from the tears that would not stop falling, “I gave you everything! My love! My body! I gave you children! I gave you everything! She’s a child! My sister’s baby! She trusted you! She trusted me ! What didn’t I do that you had to take her innocence?! What did I do?! Tell me Derek?! Tell me!”
With tears in his eyes and his body getting cold from the loss of blood, Derek Miller would give his wife of seven years an answer that would not only kill her, but also change their lives forever, “You…got old.”
It was not so much, what he said, but the look in his eyes when he said it. The look that was as bright as day; he had done this before; well enough to never be caught. She had heard about these things, been taught the signs to notice if one was in a house harming a child. She had the misfortune of running into two of them during her career in which she had to notify the proper authorities. Here right in front of her, one of those things was actually her husband.
She allowed this thing to make her fall in love, get on top of her, sliding inside of her sharing her most intimate details, marry her taking ten years of her life. Create a family together while being a part of her extended family only to destroy it. How could she miss this? How did she allow this thing to get pass her?
She did not know if she was laughing when she pulled the trigger, she does remember
She did not even have to look at him. His voice set her off as she raised a chrome Colt 1911 with a pearl grip handle and fired a shot hitting him in the left shoulder. She remembered at one of her sister’s many drunken bridge games she showed it to her as one of Martin’s brand new pieces he bought for his collection. He always kept a piece out as his gun of the month while the others stayed under lock and key. She remembered Marcia showing her how to load and fire it. She prayed it was still out when she went into their bedroom looking for it.
It was a lucky shot, she had never fired a gun before, the recoil was tremendous even from a seated position, but she still managed to hit him. She did not hear the screams from the neighbors outside on their lawns running for safety, nor the scream of her husband as the shot spun him around. All she could hear were the screams of her children in the car.
“Mommy! Daddy!” bawled little Michael as Stephanie sobbed uncontrollably in the back passenger booster seat.
“Stay in the car and do not come out for anything!” screamed Agnes to her children as Michael cracked the door open to get out.
She turned to Derek attempting to get away with blood gushing from his left shoulder as she took aim with two hands this time and fired three more rounds from the Colt. Two missed while one managed to hit him in his lower back, the children screamed and wailed as they watch their father go down not understanding what was happening.
“Stay in the car!!” she shrieked one final time to them as she trudged over to Derek lying in the dirty street covered in blood sobbing as he crawled to get away.
“Oh god…god…help me!” he cried out as his wife now stood over him with gun in hand.
“Turn over,” she ordered him.
Derek continued to crawl with snot and spit running from his mouth and nose dripping into the blood on the street looking for sanctuary where there was clearly none.
“I said turn over!” she screeched.
Reluctantly Derek turned over to look at his heart broken enraged wife pointing the Colt with three more rounds left in it.
“Did you touch Stephanie?! Did you touch her?!” she shrilled as her hand shook aiming the barrel at his skull.
“No!” Derek wailed begging for his life, “I swear to god no! Agnes! Please! Please!”
“My niece?!” her voice was almost half-gone, her eyes bright red from the tears that would not stop falling, “I gave you everything! My love! My body! I gave you children! I gave you everything! She’s a child! My sister’s baby! She trusted you! She trusted me ! What didn’t I do that you had to take her innocence?! What did I do?! Tell me Derek?! Tell me!”
With tears in his eyes and his body getting cold from the loss of blood, Derek Miller would give his wife of seven years an answer that would not only kill her, but also change their lives forever, “You…got old.”
It was not so much, what he said, but the look in his eyes when he said it. The look that was as bright as day; he had done this before; well enough to never be caught. She had heard about these things, been taught the signs to notice if one was in a house harming a child. She had the misfortune of running into two of them during her career in which she had to notify the proper authorities. Here right in front of her, one of those things was actually her husband.
She allowed this thing to make her fall in love, get on top of her, sliding inside of her sharing her most intimate details, marry her taking ten years of her life. Create a family together while being a part of her extended family only to destroy it. How could she miss this? How did she allow this thing to get pass her?
She did not know if she was laughing when she pulled the trigger, she does remember
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