The Last Cheese Slice

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The last bit felt like a blur to me.

I stared at the leftover tomatoes, my stomach twisting. I kept the knife on the table.

I heard sobbing. Andrea, the friendly and cheery person I have come to know, was sobbing. The sea of comfort felt too far away.

I exhaled, hoping the heaviness in my chest would vanish, but it didn't as her sob continued. The knife fell out of her hands.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, tucking my head against hers.

"It's okay Andrea....it's okay....I..I am sorry..."

I don't know what I was apologizing for. The fact that I suffered through a similar experience, or that Donnor was a monster who knows no limits when it comes to killing people.

She continued sobbing. Her face was a wet rag. A beaming woman turned into a ghost.

All because of him.

I grabbed her glass of water, rubbing the back of her shoulders. I hugged her tightly. The sobs sunk into the silence of the ocean and sunlight.

She broke the hug, forcing her pale face to bend into a smile.

"Thank you...Callie.."

I patted her back.

"It's okay if you don't want to continue with the cooking...you said there should be some help coming soon. You can go and rest..."

I looked at her baggy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I---i am fine."

"No! I will manage. You can trust me."

She wasn't sure, but I forced her to leave the table. She hesitated but eventually went back inside.

A gush of adrenaline pumped through my body. I tore the bread packet open, throwing it on the table.

Donnor.....this man wasn't a man. He was a monster. Killing someone's family member because they tried to kiss him!? Is this man real? He should be counting the days to his death sentence instead of chilling in Hawaii! But I don't understand. Why kill over a kiss? Does he hate women or is he gay?

Oh, what am I talking about? He is a complete maniac. I rolled my eyes. Of course. He is unstable and needs to be in jail like any other terrorist. They don't have a heart. If they don't like something or someone, they simply kill them.

I was done with the sandwiches after half an hour of cursing Donnor.

I took a small break, standing and observing the quiet sea. My thoughts drew back to my mom. I missed her so much. I don't want this to be my last time seeing her. But I was scared. Donnor knows about my mom's situation. What if he does something to her?

Tears steamed my eyes. No! I stomped back to the table, my knees weighing a thousand pounds. I can't let him take everything away. I need to do something fast. Time was ticking.

"Uh...is everything okay...there?"

I looked up. There was someone at the table.

A middle-aged man with slicked black hair, and sunglasses, having a similar height as me.

"Ah...do I know you?"

His well-round off face bopped into a flashy smile conjuring his cheeks sticking out against his thin jaw muscles.

"Yes and a no. I am Jasper."

"Oh!" I shook his hands to which he responded energetically.

"Yes! I need to know what you want on the menu."

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