Hide and Go Kill

Chapter Seven

Matt's POV

The scene in front of me was horrifying. Jessica, my Jessica, was dead.

I shook my head. No, she wasn't dead. She couldn't be. We both had to get back to our baby, Savannah.

"No!" I screamed when Brad continued to stab her, "leave her alone!"

He turned towards me and threw his head back in laughter, "oh Matt, she's already dead."

Anger filled me and I held onto the table for support.

"No she's not," I growled firmly. He held his stomach as he laughed.

Wiping his eyes, he turned to me, "you're too funny," he pointed the bloody chair leg at me. Jessica's blood stained the wood.

Suddenly I forgot about the stab wound in my back. Driven by adrenaline and blind rage, I jumped over the table, snatching the weapon from him and falling on him.

Quickly and without thinking I raised the wood. Brad continued laughing and he threw me off of him. The table jabbed right into the stab wound and I gritted my teeth in pain.

After regaining my balance, I charged right back at Brad, who had his back facing me. That maniac laugh still escaping his lips only adding fuel to the fire building in me.

I dug the pointed wood into his side with all my might. I gained satisfaction when I heard him yell out in pain. Pulling the chair leg from his side and stabbing a different area. I made sure to dig deep into his side before pulling it out and continuing the process.

I could feel the drops of blood coating my face and soaking my hair, but I didn't stop.

It came to a point where I couldn't feel the difference between blood and tears, but I wasn't yet satisfied completely. I wanted to kill him.

The only sounds were my grunts, his screams, and the sound of flesh being cut. I turned him over onto his back and watched as he coughed up blood.

Through the pain, he smirked up at me and chuckled.

"She's dead," he wheezed out and in a burst of anger, I brought down the bloody piece of wood and continued to stab his chest and stomach.

"Shut up!" I growled, "just fucking die already!"

I didn't stop, even when his body stopped moving and the light left his eyes.

I panted and stabbed his chest where his heart would be and continued to stab that area over and over again.

Sobbing, I dug the wood deep into his chest with all my strength and finally slumped against the wall, which was tainted red with his blood.

Pulling my knees to my chest, I wept, looking over at Brad who was unmoving. The smirk permanently on his face and his torso covered in blood. The carpet beneath him already beginning to soak.

Finally, my gaze swept over to Jessica and I wondered for a brief moment why she hasn't woken up.

"Jessica?" I called out to her, "it's okay, he's dead," I crawled over to her.

"You don't have to pretend to be dead anymore honey," I stroked her arm, "you can wake up now."

I shook her shoulder when she didn't respond, "I protected you like I said I would."

My voice thickened as I fought a sob. Pulling her to my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her back and forth.

"Jessica," I sobbed, "please wake up. Savannah is waiting for us," I ran my fingers through her hair and cupped her face.