always did best. She ran.
Everyone knew that she was Jonas’ main girl, and would be looking for her. She was careful to wipe the gun off, and shove it in her purse after she took out the remaining bullets. She was careful to have an alibi.
She was careful not to let anyone see her go into the house, and she was careful to write a “Dear John” letter to Jonas explaining that she was sorry, and that she no longer loved him. She told him that she was going far, far away. And she left it in a place that the cops would easily find it. She planned everything out, hoping to get away. She knew she would run. She had to find Eva. He had so many enemies that it wouldn’t be hard to imagine that one of them did it. She knew where she needed to go, and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from getting there.
Momma, Daddy. Ellie tried hard not to let her grief overcome her as she took off on foot. She wanted to crumble on the ground. She wanted to pummel his newly dead body with her small fists. How could he do that? How could he take them from me forever? Why? Why? Ellie pushed the thoughts from her head as she ran as fast as she could. The sirens were getting louder, even as she ran further away. She took the back way and ran the two miles where she hid her car and stashed her bags. She ran as if her life depended on it, her body ragged and worn from the drugs that he had filled her with over the years.
It felt as if she had been running forever, and when she finally got to the car, she let out a sob. She jumped in and started the car, careful not to pull out too fast. She didn’t want to get pulled over for something stupid. She just wanted to get away.
I’m going home. Now I’m going home to nothing. NOTHING. They are dead. Who knows how long they’ve been dead! God Dammit, why didn’t he die before he told me what he did? Why? Ellie gripped the wheel as tight as she could, her knuckles white, tears running down her face uncontrollably. Slow down! Slow down! Ellie looked at the speedometer. Fifty-five in a forty-five. Slow down, you idiot!
Ellie tried to get a hold of herself. She knew that anyone looking in at her through the car windows would think that she was a mess. She wanted to look normal. You needed to look normal. Ellie couldn’t be caught now. There were too many questions. Too many questions that needed answered. But she knew that she couldn’t get those answers alone. She had been gone from home for seven long years. Eva would be ten now. How long have Momma and Daddy been gone? Oh, Momma!
Ellie pictured Amy in her mind, petite, pretty. Ellie was the spitting image of her, only with dark hair instead of the pretty blonde hair that Amy wore so well. Ellie had been proud of her beautiful mother, and now Amy was dead. Ellie couldn’t stop the picture of Amy’s rotting corpse full of worms from entering her mind.
Her chest felt heavy, and Ellie felt as if she were going to drive off the road. She held the wheel tight, praying for control.
She knew that she had to get away from Jonas. He hadn’t given her a choice.
“Jonas, do you ever want to have a baby with me?” It wasn’t the first time Ellie had ever brought it up. She wanted a child. She wanted someone in her life who loved her unconditionally, who looked up to her and admired her. She wanted to re-create her time with Eva. She wanted to redeem herself for what she had done to Eva. She wanted the nightmares to go away.
“Jesus, Ellie. Do we have to go through this again and again and again? We’ve been talking about it for seven years. You’ve been bringing it up since we ditched the first kid. NO! I. Do. Not. Want. A. Child. Ever.” Jonas couldn’t believe how thick she could be sometimes. He knew that she was still haunted by losing the first one, but he definitely didn’t want another one.
Ellie knew that was the last time that she would ever ask him. She was only about six weeks along, but she knew that she couldn’t afford
Everyone knew that she was Jonas’ main girl, and would be looking for her. She was careful to wipe the gun off, and shove it in her purse after she took out the remaining bullets. She was careful to have an alibi.
She was careful not to let anyone see her go into the house, and she was careful to write a “Dear John” letter to Jonas explaining that she was sorry, and that she no longer loved him. She told him that she was going far, far away. And she left it in a place that the cops would easily find it. She planned everything out, hoping to get away. She knew she would run. She had to find Eva. He had so many enemies that it wouldn’t be hard to imagine that one of them did it. She knew where she needed to go, and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from getting there.
Momma, Daddy. Ellie tried hard not to let her grief overcome her as she took off on foot. She wanted to crumble on the ground. She wanted to pummel his newly dead body with her small fists. How could he do that? How could he take them from me forever? Why? Why? Ellie pushed the thoughts from her head as she ran as fast as she could. The sirens were getting louder, even as she ran further away. She took the back way and ran the two miles where she hid her car and stashed her bags. She ran as if her life depended on it, her body ragged and worn from the drugs that he had filled her with over the years.
It felt as if she had been running forever, and when she finally got to the car, she let out a sob. She jumped in and started the car, careful not to pull out too fast. She didn’t want to get pulled over for something stupid. She just wanted to get away.
I’m going home. Now I’m going home to nothing. NOTHING. They are dead. Who knows how long they’ve been dead! God Dammit, why didn’t he die before he told me what he did? Why? Ellie gripped the wheel as tight as she could, her knuckles white, tears running down her face uncontrollably. Slow down! Slow down! Ellie looked at the speedometer. Fifty-five in a forty-five. Slow down, you idiot!
Ellie tried to get a hold of herself. She knew that anyone looking in at her through the car windows would think that she was a mess. She wanted to look normal. You needed to look normal. Ellie couldn’t be caught now. There were too many questions. Too many questions that needed answered. But she knew that she couldn’t get those answers alone. She had been gone from home for seven long years. Eva would be ten now. How long have Momma and Daddy been gone? Oh, Momma!
Ellie pictured Amy in her mind, petite, pretty. Ellie was the spitting image of her, only with dark hair instead of the pretty blonde hair that Amy wore so well. Ellie had been proud of her beautiful mother, and now Amy was dead. Ellie couldn’t stop the picture of Amy’s rotting corpse full of worms from entering her mind.
Her chest felt heavy, and Ellie felt as if she were going to drive off the road. She held the wheel tight, praying for control.
She knew that she had to get away from Jonas. He hadn’t given her a choice.
“Jonas, do you ever want to have a baby with me?” It wasn’t the first time Ellie had ever brought it up. She wanted a child. She wanted someone in her life who loved her unconditionally, who looked up to her and admired her. She wanted to re-create her time with Eva. She wanted to redeem herself for what she had done to Eva. She wanted the nightmares to go away.
“Jesus, Ellie. Do we have to go through this again and again and again? We’ve been talking about it for seven years. You’ve been bringing it up since we ditched the first kid. NO! I. Do. Not. Want. A. Child. Ever.” Jonas couldn’t believe how thick she could be sometimes. He knew that she was still haunted by losing the first one, but he definitely didn’t want another one.
Ellie knew that was the last time that she would ever ask him. She was only about six weeks along, but she knew that she couldn’t afford
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