Ruby

Author's Note: This is NOT done yet! I'll try to update this weekly. Please leave comments on what you think!!

<3 -Aurelia

PROLOUGE

"Darling! Will you go pick up some eggs on the way home?" "Yes dear! I will!" The front door closed. I was alone at last. My husband at work and my son at school. I started to clean up the house. It wasn't large, but it was larger than most during this time. I started in the bedrooms, and then made my way through rest of the house. I finished cleaning and didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to have an outing. I left the house and stepped out into the warm, New York summer. I decided to go to the hair salon, then to shopping, and then finally to my friend Mary's house. I started walking.

It was almost 6 o'clock by the time I had left Mary's. As I was walking home, something felt a little....off. As I approached my street, I saw police officers. Sirens wailed. People had gathered around something. I scoffed. These people had no lives. Surrounding someone's house would only make them feel worse. It was probably Mrs. Smith again. She always has trouble breathing. Then I realized something. It was my house theses vultures were surrounding. My neighbor Beatrice spotted me and came right up to me. She had tears running freely down her face. "I'm so sorry Annabelle." I smiled. "Whatever for?" I asked sweetly. Georgie must've had a spill, and Robert probably thought the worst of it.. A sob escaped her throat. Her husband walked up and comforted her. I was getting worried. I walked up my drive. People were crying. A police officer stopped me on my way up. "I can't let you in there ma'am. A woman like you will faint at the sight of blood." I looked him square in the eye and said sternly, "I have a 5 year old son who is constantly bloodying himself up, and a husband who can't hammer anything but his thumb. This is my house and I want to go in!" The officer looked bewildered that a woman had demanded something from him. He stepped out of my way. "Smart man." I said defiantly. My parents never thought that I would be wed because I thought that women and men were equal. I never took orders from a man that I didn't have to follow. While most men despised this, my husband appreciated the fire in my belly. The rebellion was what he loved about me.

I walked into my house. Something smelled foul. I gagged but walked on. Maybe Georgie was sick and Robert didn't know what to do. I walked into the kitchen where all of the officers where. I looked down at the floor. Blood. My eyes skirted the edge of the pool. My gaze found something solid. There lying in a pool of blood was Robert and Georgie. Robert was holding Georgie in a final embrace. Georgie had small knife cuts all over him. Some were deep while others were shallow. His clothes were in ribbons. He had bruises all over his tiny body. Robert wasn't in near as bad shape as Georgie. He had a few cuts and bruises, but the thing that stood out on both of them were the bullet holes inbetween their eyes. The world slowed and spun. I sank to my knees. I wanted to cry more than anything; but nothing came out of my eyes. I sat there in silence. One of the officers saw me and walked over to me. I looked at him. His lips moved but I could hear no words. I stood up and went to Robert's and my room to pack my things; I wasn't going to be back anytime soon. As I walked out the door and down the drive, I vowed that day that I would make whoever did this pay.