The Ultimate Betrayal

Grace: Chapter 25

   Give grace to those whom you hold dear in your heart and annihilate those whom who try to destroy it. A crime of passion is a crime of death. Does that make me Monstrous or a monster? Idealistically, they are both the same. It doesn't matter if you committed the act or became it. You are it, whatever you claim it is.

Suppose you could forget and maybe you could see a better image of yourself. Possible, you could live it. Perhaps, you couldn't and you went completely mad. Who's the blame? The master, the puppet or person telling the story.

I couldn't tell you because I held it in my hands. The weight, the guilt and the almighty shame of the world. Could they see me? Could I see myself? Could I disappear like magic? The better question is could I make this problem disappear like magic. Perhaps.

As I walked slowly towards the entrance, the weight of the air became heavier. I suppose gravity itself now had more matter than it ever had heard before. I shivered and my breath blessed the cold atmosphere with heat from my mouth. The door of the cabin creaked open until I could a see hidden figure with dark eyes and tan skin under an abundance of dark clocks.

The figure stepped out onto the broken porch caressing something swaddled in white sheets.

Before I could think any more, my legs were jolting toward the hoodie figure.

"Give me my baby!" I screamed.

The figure suddenly flung the swaddled creature in the air and my heart dropped. It wasn't a question of if, but I was going to catch my baby. I jumped and reached for the figure flying through the air. The figure landed firmly in my chest and let a sigh of relief and hoped my child was not harmed from impact. I was scared to look down at the warm bundle swaddled in my arms.

I feared the worse and deep down I knew the impact of the throw had some affect. I swallowed, held back my tears and forced myself to open my eyes.

My eyes widened in horror and I shrieked like burning hell as I threw the bundle of a dead carcass drenched in blood from my hands. I was relieved but a little horrified by the abomination on the ground. As I drew closer to the carcass, I could tell it was a cat. Dead, stabbed, and Mutilated.

What kind of monster could be capable of such a thing, I thought to myself? I only feared what could be done to my baby. Just as I looked up, the door of the old abandoned cabin covered in cobwebs shut.

Well, at that point I couldn't control my rage anymore. I had to something and I had to act immediately.

I ran towards the door and slammed against as hard as I could. I busted down the dismantled door and landed on top of it with a loud thump. It was dark and I could barely see. It smelled of dust and mold and I could feel cobwebs on the floor as I brushed my fingers against it.

However, I was determined. I came for blood and was determined to kill. I looked up frantically and saw the hooded figure standing in the corner. Not moving, unfearing and taunting. Without a second thought, I was on my knees and then my feet and I rushed the figured, knocking her over.

The curly hair tangled in my hand, and I quickly used it to my advantage to slam her head against the floor over and over again.

''Wait stop,'' said the feminine Hispanic voice. I removed the hood to stare in the face of the woman who's vendetta would ultimately took her own life.

''What is it?'' I asked sternly

''You see these bruises'' she said lifting up her neck. ''Sam did that...Just a few weeks ago.''

''Your lying'' I said sourly and unbelievingly.

''Right after he made love to me, but when I tried to return the favor...I guess the guilt caught up to him,'' she scuffed.

''And it wasn't the first time. It was the main reason I left that night besides the fact he was an adulteress. He beat me to the blood pulp,'' she responded with a smirk on her face. I didn't want to believe it, but it made so much sense. She was a hurt woman who wanted revenge for a traumatic past.

''And I have a feeling it won't be his last,'' she said as she reached for my neck and began to choke me. I panicked and I could hear Ivian's gut wrenching cry in the background and I knew I had to do something. I knew I had to survive.

I search the floor frantically for something that would help me. I wasn't stronger than her, and my adrenaline was running out. I finally found something, a random brick in the nearby distance and without another thought, I took the brick and slammed against her head. Then, it was done

My neck was released, and I let a sigh of relief leave my entire body. I sulked down to floor, but I was reminded there was no time for self-pity as I heard the screaming cries of Ivian. I ran over to the molded wooden crib in the corner and grabbed my baby who was still swaddled in blankets.

I don't know how long I stood there embracing the love of my life, but it had been quite a while as Ivian was sound asleep by the time I decided it was time to go to home.