His mended heart

Chapter Nine: Heaven for a second

As Rosina slept the more Thomas did, with his arms wrapped around her, securely positioned in his arms.

"Break her into pieces, Tommy" Tatiana venomously spat. Her lipstick was tainted on the
inside of his ear as she handed him the loaded gun

Rose is trapped in the chair with the vicar holding her still. His tie lodged inside her throat so her voice could become muffled noise

"Do it" The vicar cruelly conceived

Rosina squirmed under his hold but held her still with no remorse

"Do it, you fucking gypsy bastard!"

Bang!

Tommy pulled the trigger and her soulful body fell limp on the ground. Blood flooding on the back of her head and pooling around his feet

Tommy crouched down to her lifeless body and held her to his chest and tucked her locks behind her ear

Suddenly Rosina's eyes shot open causing Tommy to stumble

"It's your fault, Tommy!"  Her eyes held no colour or life just

Tommy leapt up with sweat drenching his forehead.
He looked over his shoulder, Rosina slept peacefully next to him. Thomas rubbed his temple as he tried to fade away the vivid images that had haunted him.

What was she doing to him?

His jacket covered them both, blocking the draft that had wandered in and out as the night went on, the moon slowly faded as the stars lit up the sky like a nightlight hovered over.

Thomas's mind drifted off into the dim clouds above, his subconscious part slowly awakening, he stirred by the wind emerging, howling into the barn reminding them it had not disappeared as they hoped.

Thomas moved towards the other side, getting rest from a different position, his eyes adjusted and opened, his mind awakening him to the fact he was still in a barn. He turned towards his side and looked at the piece of heaven he was trusted to break with.

" Break her as I do into pieces"

Tatiana's voice spoke through, like a sudden chore you must do when you were a child, dreading it, but much more. It was oxygen, soon he must drown and never come back to the surface again,

She was his oxygen, his anchor holding him up straight, heaven encountering hell as she previously mentioned when she spoke to him

"I am the angel, you're the devil"

She was right though, when he left this world, they certainly had a place for him in hell. Already suited and taken care of. Just waiting now. He should have done it when he had the chance.

Except business lured him back

As his mind ran through with thoughts, Rosina wrapped her arm around his torso,

" Go back to sleep" Thomas spoke as he laid on his back, staring at the poorly ceiling, which was slowing chipping off pieces of wood

" You do the same" Rosina laid, her eyes still tightly squeezed shut

" I've slept, which I never thought was possible" Thomas thought especially, normally he would be planning his next business strategy and burning it down with a bottle of whiskey