Kari's Drabbles

Bloodbath (Part 6/10)

  The next morning came with a head ache. Abbi opened her eyes to see that Demetri was already awake, running a hand through her hair, looking at the ceiling. Abbi was just remembering what had happened the night before, starting to blush.
She wanted to pull away, now noticing that she had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Demetri, half laying on him, one of her legs lying on his waist, wrapped in the sheets with her foot hanging out the bottom.
"D-Demetri...I'm....I',m sorry..." she started to pull away as he looked at her.
"Sorry for what my love?" he asked.
"For what...for what I did...and said....last night." Abbi's face was bright red.
"It's alright my dear. We were highly intoxicated. We had no idea what we were doing...though in a way I'm glad we did it." he smiled at her.
"I just...I didn't mean to....to give you false hope..." she sat up, moving away from him.
"False hope?"
"That we might be together, I mean."
"So, what you're saying is that you don't love me?"
"I do....just....not in the way I thought I did."
"No matter. Shall we go talk to your family?" Demetri smiled as he got dresses, and Abbi blinked at him in a bit of confusion before she did too.

Abbi approached her old house, Demetri following behind her. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, she opened the door, before screaming at what she saw. Abbi fell to her knees, her hand over her mouth as she started to cry, Demetri coming up behind her.
"What is it my love?" he asked before seeing the bloodbath.
Abbi's family was dead. Blood spattered the house, red and starting to dry. Her parents lay on the floor, stab wounds in their chsts so deep they came out their backs. Matthew and Ezekiel's throats had been cut, and riffles were in their hands, as if they had tried to ward off whatever or whoever had done this.
Thomas was in front of Cecy and Martha's bed, a swod sticking out of his stomach, as a trail of blood came from his head, where he must have been hit. And Cecy and Martha...
Martha had been stabbed like her mother and father, and for good measure, her stomach had been cut open, the baby that had been in her womb now never to be born. But the worst death of all was Cecy's. Her wrists were tied to her bed's headboard and her clothes were ripped to shreds, showing most of her body. There was blood near her legs, turning her usual pristine white sheets a dark red. Her throat was cut as well, to the point where she seemed to have choked up some blood, making it stain her lips and her pale, pale face.
But what Abbi had screamed from was their gazes. All their eyes were on the door. Their looks were accusing, as if they were looking at her...as if they were saying that their deaths were her fault.