The Incident

The Incident Part 7

Heading out the car, I slam the car door making my way to the front door. 

"There's no need to slam the door!" He yelled from a distance as his voice slowly fades away as I make my way to the house.

"Isabella!" He continues to yell. He proceeds to park the car in front of the garage and exit out the car. Practically running towards me, he manages to grab my wrist causing me to stop in place. 

I pulled away from him and continued walking. This time faster than when I started. I make it inside the house, closing the door behind me fortunately, locking him out.

"Open the door!" he screamed as he slammed his hand, foot, and body against the door

Each strike getting more intense and louder by the second. 

"Isabella, open the door!"

As he continues hitting the door, I make my way to the restroom to grab something out of the medication cabinet. It could be due to the stress, possibly the incident, or everything combined, but I was having an extremely bad headache. I need to calm down the pain one way or another. 

Not even fully in the restroom, I hear a loud impacted coming from the living room, sounds like glass shattering. Did he break through the window? I don't want to find out if he did, nor risk him hurting me even further. I run into the bedroom and grab the gun hiding between clothing within the closet. Doing so, I make my way behind the door, hoping to hide myself from his vision.

I had to force myself to control my breathing. He would be able to hear me if I had continued to panic. I shut my eyes, as I listen to what was going on in the living room. 

Nothing... not a sound.

Hes not moving? 

Or is it that he knows I'm hiding. 

He knows where I am. 

I waited for the perfect time to strike. My hands grasping tightly onto the handle of the gun. Back planted against the wall. Legs locked. I slowly exhale as my bottom lip trembles. Softly releasing the pressure from my chest.

A stern face yet a worried look.

Everything is racing. My thoughts, my heart, my body. But I stay ready. Ready for the alternative.

No turning back. 

I didn't move a muscle. I waited for him to make a move. Even if that means staying behind the door all night.

Some time goes by and nothing... not a sound. 

"Maybe he just tossed something throw the window and left." I thought to myself. I allowed my guard to fall and made my way into the kitchen, keeping the gun firm in my hand.  I grab myself a glass of water from the faucet. I downed the water faster than the liquid flowed through the glass. Droplets of water flowing down the sides of my face, down my neck. 

"Isabella" I heard a soft whisper on the back on my neck. The warmth of his breath tickled my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Without any hesitation, I swung the handle of the gun against the figure behind me. Striking it hard enough to cause a heavy impact onto the floor. I turned and noticed Ian laying right in front of me.

His face was bruised. More so on his forehead and eye socket.  I pulled out the gun in front of me, grabbing a hold of it with both hands. It felt so heavy... I was doubting my own motive to pull the trigger. 

"Fucking do it... Pull it!" I thought... practically screaming to myself.

His body tense for more than a few seconds, then goes calm down on the kitchen floor. 

"Hes down... Hes down! Do it!"

I let out the most blood curdling scream while I pulled the trigger.

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Twice

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Then a third 

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One after the other as each bullet contacted his body as quick as a knife would slide through butter.

It's over. It's all... over. I didn't feel a thing afterwards. My heart was numb. 

My emotions.... dead.

 My mind... empty

Nothing can bring me back after this moment.

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Hey! Finally done with this story! Hope you enjoyed! Took a while to finish, but I did it! Let me know what you think! And if you have any ideas, please let me know! As always, thank you for the support! ❤️❤️