“You murdered my parents!” The gun in her hand shook violently. He boyfriend of two months, Pete, stood on his knees, shaking in fear.
“Babe, I didn’t! I swear to God,” he pleaded with Mary.
“Don’t call me that! I know, I know!” Her finger itched over the trigger. One little motion, with such fatal consequences, but that feeling afterward, that feeling would make everything better.
“Mary! I swear on my life, I didn’t kill your parents!”
“Your life means nothing to me,” Mary spat out.
“I swear to God, I didn’t kill them!” Pete begged her.
“Don’t lie!” Everything had led up to this moment. It started two years ago with a home invasion gone wrong, which resulted in her parents being murdered in cold blood, and Mary being spared.
But right then and there, that didn’t matter. She may have been spared her life, but she had to live with what happened. What mattered now, was the coward in front of her. The coward that put a bullet in her mother and slashed her father’s throat.
“I was there!” She could remember those cold green eyes behind the mask, the ones that begged her to try something and that voice that laughed in her face because there was nothing she could do. She remembered his grip as her ripped her from the closet, and down the stairs just so she would have to watch him as he murdered her parents for trying to stop him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He lied. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He remembered the blood on his hands, and he craved more.
“Stop lying!” Mary struck him in the head with the pistol, knocking him to the floor.
“I found you. Now imagine my surprise when you forgot who I was.” Mary voiced her disgust with him.
Pete laughed. It was the same laugh, an almost predatory. It was enough to make Mary’s skin crawl
“You think I forgot? How could I forget you,” he paused, struggling to regain his footing “Imagine my surprise when you showed up at that club. I should’ve realized that you knew who I was. But you played it well, flirted with the other guys until getting to your true destination. Me.” He finally managed to make it back onto his own two feet.
Mary took a step back. His admission taking her off guard.
“What are you gonna do? Shoot me like I shot your mother?” He took a step towards her.
Mary thrust the gun out. “Back up! On your knees! Now,” she ordered.
He ignored her. “You don’t have it in you.” It was a challenge. He stepped forward again, forcing her back. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she fell over.
“Can you live with yourself knowing you slept with the man that murdered your parents? He pinned her down.
“Every moan, every night, every time you crawled into bed with me, you knew what I had done, and who I was. Was it worth it?
Mary opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find her voice.
“You made yourself vulnerable, for what? Revenge?”
Mary had enough. She brought her knee up and hit him in the groin, shoving him off of her.
“I did it for my parents.” She pulled the trigger and the bullet hit him in the chest.
“Y-you,” he mumbled, clenching his chest.
“Shot you like you shot my mother.” Mary dropped the gun and walked away.
Bang. Mary fell to the floor, bleeding from the gunshot.
“I-I shouldn’t have spared you.”
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Pete and Mary were found dead in Mary’s apartment bedroom. They called it a murder-suicide. If only they knew.
