Amy Moore can't ever seem to catch a break. Her life started spiraling after a sexual assault that occurred at a college camping trip. Amplified by her sibling rivalry, and run ins with the law as she tried to take justice in her own hands. Suddenly...
After our arrival here I had a few choice words for Jake, and then I locked myself in the bathroom. I've been here for most of the day. But now the sun is set, I have no idea what time it is, and my stomach is aching in hunger.
I don't wish to be around that man, his new appearance leaves me unsettled, and frankly I wish he really would die. Unlocking the door I walk back into the small hall, and tip toe my way into the kitchen. A clock on the wall says it's ten at night. I walk over to the fridge, and open it looking inside for a snack.
"Hungry?" Jake's voice asks from the dark corner of the dining room.
I don't give him the pleasure of a response as I take out some ingredients for a sandwich. While assembling it I can feel his eyes on me, I ignore that too, and grab a small carton of fruit punch. After downing the food, I walk away heading back towards the bathroom.
"There is spare clothes for you in the last room on the right... If you want to change," he calls out to me.
I look down at my purple dress, the hem is dirty from our chase in the woods. My feet and legs covered in dried mud. Plus this dress makes my heartache for David so I think it's best to take it off. I walk into the last room on the right, walking over to the dresser, and wardrobe. I look through everything, letting out a small sigh. Red, everything in here is red. The shirts, skirts, shorts, and all the other articles of clothing.
I look at the red bikinis disappointedly, when I spot the only one peice in the drawer. Even though the v-neck cuts farther than I grab it along with a matching silky red robe, and head back to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once clean, I walk back through the house, and out to the back patio not paying him any mind.
"Going for a swim?" He asks following from a short distance.
I ignore him, walking to the pools edge, dropping the robe to my feet, and diving into the water. I swim all the way to the otherside before popping up out of the water frantically. The shock collar.. I reach to my neck in fear.
"It's okay, it's waterproof," he says from a lounge chair.
I don't respond, and begin swimming again. Why doesn't he get the hint that I'm not gonna talk to him? I shouldn't be here listening to this mad man. I should be back at home in the safe arms of David, and he should be a pile of ash.
Once I had enough swimming I pull myself to the steps of the pool, and sit on the edge. I look out at the darkness of the forest. If it weren't for being here against my will I might actually be able to enjoy the beautiful view. But all it does is reminds me how far I am from my loved ones... again. Simone's birthday is coming up, and her gift is still wrapped in the trunk of my car thousands of miles away. I hope she finds it.
"You always look amazing in red," he says from his spot on the chair.
I continue to ignore him, but as I take my last lap in the pool, a sharp pain comes from my abdomen. At first I thought it nothing more than the beginning of the growing pains that my OB told me to expect. But that hopeful thought evaporated when I saw my red blood spreading in the clear water.
"No!" I scream.
I rush out of the pool confused, and in pain as my uterus contracts.
"Although I want kids with you my love... I can't risk it not being mine. So I put an abortion pill from mexico into that punch. But it doesn't matter we can make more," Jake's eerily calm voice speaks from behind me.
"What the fuck? I could die you asshole, why not just kill me in the states?"
"It's only been sixtyfour days since your last period, you'll be fine. Now go clean yourself up, there's pads in the bathroom."
I storm off in to the bathroom, running to the toilet to force myself to throw up, but it's too late. The life inside me is dead, I shake with grief. Tears streaming down my face I turn on the hot water, and sit at the bottom of the shower. My sobs ringing through the house loudly as I say goodbye to the baby I could've had.
Unable to sleep I stand from the bed in my room, the sun has yet to rise, and my face is puffy from the amount of tears I've shed. I tiptoe back outside for some fresh air, trying not to wake up Jake who is sleeping in the master room.
I curse my luck. Not wanting to stay here a moment longer, I head straight for the front door. On it is not much more than a simple lock, I unlock it, and fling the door open. Electric shocks shoot through my body as I walk away from the front door. But I push on, picking pain over confinement. The farther from the house I get the stronger the electric output gets, making me fall to the ground. Feeling defeated I head back inside, and throw myself on the comfortable couch.
In the dark my eyes land on a duffle bag sitting on the floor. I crawl over, and unzip it. Immediately I see a pistol, and smile as I unholster it. First I check to see if it's loaded, then I pull back the hammer, and quietly make my way to the end of the hall. I push the master bedroom door open with the tip of the gun, the hinge squeaks softly.
I stand in the doorway for a few minutes watching as Jake's chest rises, and falls with each shallow breath. I pause wondering if killing him will fix anything. But I decide that considering this man has killed countless people, and my unborn child.... I suppose he deserves this, he shouldn't have kept that bag out.
Seeing red I walk over to his side of the bed, and aim the barrel of the gun at the center of his unconscious head. He's probably dreaming about murder or some sick fantasy about me right now.
"Dreams over, bitch," I say pulling the trigger.
Six loud gunshots echo through the house, to then be muffled by the dense forest around it.
