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Chapter 43

In the morning she woke up with a jolt. She looked at the chair and it was empty. She quickly got up. The bedroom door was closed. She walked to the dresser and opened it. It was empty. He must still have the keys and gun with him. She tried the door and it opened. The place was empty. Did he really leave her alone, untied? She ran to the front door and tried it, but it was locked from the outside. She looked outside the window, it was really foggy, she didn't dare try the back door, you could barely see outside, she could slip and fall down the cliff. She tried looking through all the drawers for something she could use to defend herself, but the ones that probably had sharp objects were locked.

She saw a painting stuck between the fridge and the wall. It had a glass cover. She could break it. All she needed was a piece of glass. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. She tied it around her hand and punched the glass as hard as she could. It only cracked. She was getting frustrated. She stood up and grabbed the painting and slammed it against the floor. It cracked more, but she was able to take a piece of glass out. She placed the painting back where it was and swept the loose pieces of glass that had fallen out under the fridge. She went to the room and placed the piece of glass under her pillow wrapped in the towel.

It was starting to get dark. She could hear rain. It was still foggy outside. Where was he? What if he got caught? She would be stuck here forever! She saw headlights between the fog coming to the house. Someone got out of the car and walked to the door. The door flew open and he walked in with bags in his hands. "Did you enjoy your day of freedom?" He asked, looking around the place.

"Thank you for trusting me." She said with a smile.

He placed the bags on the table and started taking stuff out. He took her hand and pulled her to the couch. "I bought something special. Here, open it." He said, giving her a bag.

She opened the bag and took out a baby's onesie that said Mommy and Daddy Love You with a heart underneath. She put it up to her stomach and hugged him. "Thank you. I love it." She said with tears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" He said, wiping her tears.

"I don't know, hormones. And I really love this."

"I love you, Alice." He said pulling her neck and kissing her. He kept forcing the kiss until she gave up and kissed him back. What used to make her weak in the knees, now made her sick. She was glad when he stopped the kiss. "There's a storm coming." He announced.

"Would we be safe here?"

"We will. I bought enough groceries to last us a couple of weeks in case the roads get blocked by fallen trees."

That night, she laid down as he sat on the chair. "You're not going to sleep again?" She asked.

"I need to keep an eye on you." And he proceeded to place the gun on his lap.

The storm had started. She could hear the rain hitting hard on the roof. She used to love the sound of rain. She heard him shift in his chair and looked up. He was nodding off. This might be her chance. She turned to face him and placed her hand under the pillow grabbing hold of the piece of glass. As soon as he started snoring she got up and stabbed him on the thigh. He screamed and got up as he dropped the gun. She picked it up and pointed at him as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"How could you do this, Alice?" He tried reaching her with a bloody hand, but tripped and fell screaming in pain as the glass got deeper into his thigh. She ran to the front door but forgot the keys. She went back to the room and he threw himself on top of her knocking her to the floor. The gun slipped from her hands and both struggled to grab it. With his hands filled with blood it made it hard for him to grab hold of it, so she was able to grab it. He held on tight to her. "You will never shoot me." He said as he grabbed her leg tight. She kicked him in the face and got up running to the back door. Outside it was dark, windy and the rain was falling hard. She got away from the door and leaned against the wall. Mike came roaring outside yelling. "Alice, where are you? You're going to fall!" He had his back to her. She tried moving but he sensed her and turned around. "There you are. Give me the gun and get back inside." He said reaching for her.

"No." She said crying pointing the gun at his chest. "Not anymore. I'm done."

"Alice, give me the damn gun before you hurt yourself!" He yelled getting closer to her. "We both know you don't have it in you to shoot me. Do you even love me?" He asked as he lunged towards her.

She closed her eyes and the gun went off. "I did love you." She said as she heard him scream while he fell down the cliff. She dropped to her knees, dropped the gun and started crying. After a while, drenched in rain she slowly got up and carefully walked inside the house. She did it. She killed him. She was free. She ran to the front door and froze. The keys, he still had them. How was she going to get out of there? She ran to the room to see if by any chance he dropped them, there were no keys, but there next to a pool of blood laid his cellphone, it must've fallen in the altercation.

There wasn't that much service but she kept trying to call 911 until she got through. An hour later, police cars surrounded the house, they broke down the door and let her out. She cried as they put her in the police car, she was free.

The End