Rekindled Love

Stacy Ferrell

"I really don't care," Carl snarls. "Your son refused for being a wuss, he couldn't handle the guilt he'd have after murdering Stacy Ferrell but you, you can."

I wiped the little amount of blood I had in the corner of my mouth away, Carl wants me to murder Jane's mother. I didn't even know Albert was in this crap, he never told me anything. I got angry at Carl for hiding it from me, too, and things got physical but after we both somewhat calmed down, he told me he needed me to do the job. If I didn't, he'd hurt Albert no matter how much he likes him.

"I don't want my son in your fucked up businesses," I spit. "I don't want you to hurt him, either." He glares at me, I mirror his glare. "If I do the job, you have to let Albert out of this without a scratch on him."

Carl shrugs, "I don't have much use for him here, anyway. He's to young and if I get caught being the employer of a teen, it'd be bad for me and your son. Do the job and he's out."

I nod, "When?"

"Tomorrow."

Tomorrow I have to murder the mother of my sons girlfriend, that's something I know would hurt him. I drive back to the house after a quick stop at Domino's, my son is surely home and hungry by now.

"Hey, Dad." Albert beams, my back facing him as he's in the kitchen and I'm walking through the living room. "Jane's here, she wanted to say hi earlier but you weren't here so she waited."

"Hey, Mr. J." Jane speaks as I appear in front of them with the pizza in hand. I notice Chinese takeout on the table and realize they already ate but I still place the box on the table and let them know it's for them. "How was your day at work? Albert says you work nearly all day, now."

"Um, yeah it was alright." Tomorrow that smile on her face would be turned upside down because of what I've been ordered to do, merde. I didn't bother saying another word, I excused myself and went to my bedroom. It isn't like I'm a professional murderer or that I take pride in it every time, either. Murdering people isn't something I ever thought I'd be doing. Heck, I didn't think my son would be up to it, either.

The next morning, I woke up with a pain of guilt in my gut. Carl had already beaten me by waiting for me in the living room. "Rise and shine, Nicolas!" Carl smirks, "You ready?"

I nod, unsure if I would really be ready to murder Jane's mother. I don't like the woman, she's a bitch, but it'd cause Jane pain meaning it'd cause my son to be upset because she's hurting. Carl leads me to his car and I sit nervously in the passenger seat.

We pull up to a beautiful home, the ones that you only see in movies where the garden is out front and the roses are lined up perfectly and are blossoming. "I'll be waiting for you when you come back," Carl assures me. "Don't fuck up, Nicolas."

"I won't," I assure him, hopping out of the car and walking calmly to the front door. I turn the knob a little and notice it's unlocked so I take the liberty of waltzing in. I peak my head around the living room and see that Stacy isn't in here so I glance at the kitchen and she's not there either.

I take note of some stairs and climb up, water is running so I'd guess the woman is in the shower. I follow the sound of the water and when it shuts off, I find its a bathroom inside her bedroom so I walk in and take my seat on her bed. Stacy walks out of her bathroom in a bathrobe and wet hair, the way my Ruby would do it before. It'd always have a certain effect on me whenever she'd do that.

She gasps in surprise when she sees me seated on her bed. "Who the fuck are you?" Her eyes travel to my right hand, focusing on the gun. "Carl sent you, didn't he? Of course he did! The fucker couldn't have waited a while longer!? He had to send his goon to scare me?"