Love thy Enemies

White Roses

Part Two

"Where's that bastard that you made?" he asks as he walks towards me. I got angrier by the second. The more time he spends uninvited in my house, the more I want him dead.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on his head!" I yell, pointing at him in his face.

"Is he home? I'm sure he is. Let's go find him."

"Are you deaf?"

"Really I must say that this is the most riveting game of hide-and-seek that I have ever played." he said as he smiled at me. I wretched at the sight of his smile. What was once genuine is now sickening.

"You are not going to hurt my child. OVER MY DEAD BODY!" I yelled. He stiffened and stopped dead in his tracks back down the hallway I came from. He turns around wide eyed, his face as pale as a sheet of paper in the sun. His ghastly smile still plastered tightly on his face as his eyebrows sink down to the bridge of his nose, diagonally from his temples. He was cross and he didn't need to turn red to prove it.

"Over your dead body." he breathes out and breaks into a dry chuckle. My heart wasn't beating anymore. I couldn't hear it, feel it or anything. In that moment I felt superhuman.

"Did I stutter?" I said boldly, backing him up against the wall. His gun was in perfect reach of my left hand.

"Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are when you're upset?" he said as his hands came up to my waist. I had to play along with his game in order to win.

"Well you're the first and I'm flattered." I smoothed trying to grab the gun but he brought his head back down. He slapped his hand onto the gun and pulled me off his body. He shoved me and threw me off his body. I stumbled back and knocked over a glass vase from its stand and the shards of it flew in every direction. My arm was sore and I thought I'd twisted my ankle, but I only slightly sprained it.

"You little vixen!" he seethed at me and continued down the hall. Glass crunched under his weight beneath his feet. "I'm much smarter than you think." he said as he sauntered down the hallway. His back turned to me. I looked down at the floor and saw the broken vase. I grabbed a shard and got up onto my feet and went after him.

"How do you think I became Valentino's guard and chauffer? Baby, I'm a genius-" he stopped moving. He stopped talking. I shoved the piece of broken glass I picked up in his back so he could stop his monologue that no one cared to hear.

"You're not as clever as you think Sammy." I said as I pushed the glass in deeper. He choked and coughed up some blood.

"You-" he hissed, sputtering blood onto my floors. His blood also dripped from the back, onto my hands.

"I guess now you can say I hurt you." I said. The gun fell out of his hands and he sank to his knees. I grabbed the gun and stood in front of him. I brought the gun up to his head. Lightning struck and he looked up at me with the same powerless look Jack had. I almost couldn't breathe.

"Why baby." he heaved and bled onto my floors. The blood poured from his mouth.

"Why? You're asking me, why?" I said as I felt my voice cracking from all the screaming I did.

"You're fucking psycho! I don't want you anywhere near my family!" I yelled. He slumped forward and I dropped the gun and caught his body. I dragged him away from the safe room back to the entrance hall in the palace. The kitchen wasn't too far from the place where I left Sam. I ran into the kitchen to find the first aid kit. I know he's done a lot of bad things, and there's no reason to let him live given my husband wants him dead, but he's still a person.