The Days After the Assination

Chapter Three

I lock the door heading over to my house phone. 

  "I know, it's late. We're on our way."

  "Don't come home mom."

  "Okay, that's pizza for us."

  "I mean ever! Not until I figure things out."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You know about what happened today with," my voice broke as I heard a sound. I don't know if it is me being paranoid.

  "What about it?"

  "I called the police mother and they threatened me not to say anything. Go to Dads until I'm sure it's safe to go home." 

  "I rather do it over my dead body!" she spat.

  "Mom, this is serious," I beg and hear her sigh and agree. "You have my credit card, when you need money go to another town, draw large amounts or tell Dad I'll pay him back."

  "What do you plan on doing? Please tell me you plan on staying silent."

  "You didn't raise me to be no trophy mom. You raised me to be a women," I say before I  hang up the phone. I didn't want her to talk me out of it.

  I stood there a moment frightened staring at my feet. The lights went off leaving me in the dark haze of my home.

  I start to shake and maybe it is just my paranoia. I take a look out the curtain to see the two officers still standing there talking by the car. John's blue pierce through mine and he starts coming up the steps. Fearful, I grab my laptop, the cord, a jacket and run to mine. I empty out a black duffle bag throwing these contents inside. After I run to my mother's room and rummage through her dresser for the hand gun and a large wad of money.

  The bell rings.

  I stick the gun in the duffle bag along with its extra bullets.

  "It's just us!" the man yelled.

  "We have other people who would keep eyes on her," I hear Mike voice.

  John replies, "they already told us, they want her dead."

  "Then let's make it seem like an accident."

  I run to the kitchen grabbing knives then back up to my throwing them in the bag. I put on jeans, a gray undershirt and a black shirt with a jacket that had good texture. Then I open my bedroom window and climb out.

  I could still see the men by the door talking before John picks up a fake rock that has a spare key inside it. He opens the door and five minutes later comes out. 

  "She hid. I set fire to her sofa. She'll burn inside the house."

  "What if she jumps out from the window?"

  "She's a women, she isn't smart."

  The two men walked over to the police car and then began to drive away.

  I wanted to run back in the house and put out the fire and save the pictures that I have of my children. It was too risky. I started to see the flames spark and smell the strong stench of fire.

  "Falling down, falling down, falling down," I say gripping my dufflebag tight making my way down the road.