"Run" I whispered to nenye, my new responsibility. We ran back to a different room, the one we had designed for our baby. My baby, that's if we made it out of here alive.
"We are going to die"
I shook my head, an indication of no.
"We won't die, we'll do whatever it takes to get out of here alive. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive."
I held her hands giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"No matter what happens, don't crawl out from under this bed."
"Yes"
Her voice was a whisper.
My mind raced at miles per second. I tried to think. I was smart and I had noticed that it was when christian read what was on the paper that he went psycho and killed himself. Must have been the same thing with duke and Mrs. Eddie.
I crawled out from under the bed and walked back to the sitting room. Santa was nowhere to be found but my husband's dead body laid there, the sight was grim. His left eye had bulged out a little, I think he also stabbed it.
I threw up before quietly gathering my courage and walking to the kitchen. Knife, a lighter, fire extinguisher, I switched on the stove allowing the thick wall of gas surround the kitchen.
Someone tapped me on my back and I jerked turning. It was him, Santa. My hands automatically wrapped around my knife.
He showed me his list and pointed at the nenye's name. I think he was asking me where she was, stupid. My name was the next after hers.
I threw my knife and he easily dodged letting out a sinister laugh.
He tried to come close to me but then I held up the lighter.
It took him a while to understand what I had done, then he smiled again. If I ever made it out of here alive, remembering his smile would kill me.
My hand felt numb as he trained his eyes on them. The lighter fell out of my hand down to the floor and I couldn't do anything.
Santa easily picked it up and walked towards me.
"Never underestimate me my child"
His voice was strained, as though it took all his energy to speak.
I was rooted to the spot, couldn't move for a reason I didn't know.
Beads of sweat rolled down my face and disappeared between my cleavage.
I closed my eyes and waited for what would come next.
I felt my body slam to the wall and my knee cracked. I couldn't feel my legs again.
Santa just said nenye's name again as he started to walk away discarding the lighter.
I wasn't going to let him harm her, I dragged my body to the lighter and without thinking I switched it on and threw it in the direction of the stove.
I tried to make it to the fridge, but I couldn't. I watched as the fire caught Santa, his wails gave me pleasure. The flame was travelling quickly, I offered my last prayers as I began to feel the scorch of the flame on my body.
I could only hope nenye was safe.
This is my submission for this week's challenge Africanscommunity
Week's theme: The Grinch
Word count: 534
Total word count: 2584
Award: first place winner (gold winner)
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