Go to Sleep My Love

Chapter 4

Nyxie's POV

        I sat on the edge of the bed with the dead woman's head in my lap. Her hazel-colored eyes stared up at me. They seemed distressed; I knew the woman was worried about her baby and counting on my to keep him or her safe. I gently shut her eyelids and rested her head back on the pillow.

"Can you not pussy up my work?" Jeff asked in a peeved tone. I ignored him. "Time to get that baby!" He said eagerly as he twirled his knife in the air.

"We're not killing that baby." I told him bravely. 

"Listen Nyx, I know this is still hard for you, but this is what has to be done." He sighed resting his hand on my shoulder. I brushed it off in repulse.

"Who says?" I ventured.

"I say." He stated through gritted teeth. "I'm your boss and if you don't listen you die. The baby is history." He said. I knew there was nothing more I could do. If I didn't listen I would die and surely Jeff would kill the baby afterwards. My head hung low in disappointment towards myself. 

        The nursery was decorated in an underwater theme. The walls were painted sea blue and there were decals of fishes stuck on top. A mobile with dangling sea creatures was spinning around the baby's crib. Inside the crib was the baby. It was a little boy who couldn't have been a over a year old. He was wrapped tightly in a yellow blanket that had the name 'Sammy' stitched in blue letters. With each second the idea of murdering this child became more nauseating. Killing an innocent infant was so wrong and demented. 

"I don't understand, why do you want this?" I asked Jeff. I suddenly realized that I had been crying.

"It doesn't matter because you're doing it." He responded coldy. He uncurled my fingers and placed the knife in my hand. 

"You never said I had to do it!" I cried. I knew that Sammy's life was being cut short tonight, but I didn't realize that I would be the one to commit the unthinkable act.

"Well, I just decided." He shrugged nonchalantly. I glared at him with a look of pure hatred. "I just want you to get over your fear of murdering people." He explained.

"Normal people should always have that fear!" I yelled. I could tell he was getting annoyed by me, and I was right. He stepped closer to my face and brought the knife up to my throat.

"Kill. The. Fucking. BABY!" He screamed. 

"I will." I choked. I turned around and carefully pulled the sleeping child out of his crib. It would've been nice if he could stay asleep, but he woke up.

"WAHHHHHHH!" The baby wailed when he saw that I wasn't a familiar face.

"Aghhhh! Shut that thing up will you?" Jeff ordered as he held his ears.

"Shhh.... It's okay, Sammy." I whispered softly. His tiny body rested on my shoulder and I pat his back lightly. The baby calmed down almost instantly. "You know, I promised your mommy that you would live. I guess that makes me a pretty bad person, huh? Who knows who you could've grown up to be.... We'll never know now." I said sadly.

"Enough with the sappy shit; get on with the blood and guts!" Jeff hollered impatiently. He was heartless, hateful, cold, and twisted.

"I can't believe you'd kill a baby like this; he has his whole life ahead of him." I said in shock.

"He should be thanking us for this! Now he'll never have to grow up and experience real pain. His life is so perfect now that it'll crush him when everything gets hard. It's better to end this while his life is still good." He argued.