THE CALL OF HER

15

You walk inside the cabin, nothing in hand. You look around, it is well kept and looks cozy enough to be home. The rug you stand on is beside a long and wooden kitchen table, fit for five. You step away as a shoulder bumps into yours, pushing past you. The brunette walks across the living room, and turns to the staircase. Tim carries a duffle bag up the stairs and disappears onto the second floor.

BANG!

The echo of a loud gun shot makes you look in the direction of the woods, although in the cabin, the waves of the gun pulses in your chest. 

"Brian, what was that-" You stop when you turn to see that Brian is outside on the porch, talking to a semi-relaxed couple. You don't bother to listen in, because the sight of a chubby brown lab makes all of your worries go away.

He wiggles his butt as he walks towards you, leaving his dog bed and toys behind. "Oh my, you're a big boy, aren't you?" You coo, kneeling down to rub the dogs face. His tongue sticks out as he pants, his tail wagging. 

Toby walks past you silently, him coming into vision as he walks towards the staircase with his light brown backpack. Your eyes are stuck on him, questioning the absence of an insult being directed towards you. 

"Bucky baby," Your eyes widen at Brian's voice behind you. "C'mere, boy!" Buck instantly leaves you to prance over to Brian's arms. You push yourself up and turn to look at Brian, sitting on the floor getting licked by the large lab. 

You awkwardly glance around, to see Kate sitting out on the back deck past the glass slide doors. You want to walk out to greet her, but her still form makes you pause. 

"This is your dog?" You look down to Brian once again, pointing to the dog.

"I pay this old couple to watch him while I'm gone." He grunts, standing up to wipe fur off of his jeans. "They don't know what I do, by the way." Brian adds before you can ask who in the world would watch a killers dog.

"That's kind of them." You simply say before turning to sit down on the couch. You let yourself fall down to a laying position, and a flash of you on the old couch makes your heart skip a beat. The feeling of your wrists tied together, your ankles burning with itchy rope digging into them.

Your eyes search the room, and travel to the gun case on the wall by the television. "Do you ever think of killing me?" Brian says, leaning over the couch to look down on you. Taking in a quick breath, you turn to lay on your back to look up at him. 

His eyes search your face, going over the imperfections. Hazel eyes, skinny yet hooked nose. Mild mustache, shaggy dirty blonde hair. Strong jawline, noticeable scars. 

"Of course I do." You say with a simple voice. Whenever Brian comes around, makes it his job to actually interact with you, it makes your body retract inside itself. Not in a physical way, but an emotional kind of retraction. Once you've seen someone take another persons life, you can't just...unsee them doing it. 

Brian slightly tilts his head with a growing smile. He licks his lips. "How would you kill me?"