Life in a shell 🐚

"Capture"

Hide & seek was a game we played as kids, but it always followed us in our adult hood. Hidden secrets became easier because we shy away from the truth. Of course, the easiest way to ensure your safety is to never get caught. Deep down inside I didn't imagine a quick death for Davon, looking him in his eyes while I torture him was something I needed to do. Every sacrifice I've made was all for him. Sadly, it darkens my heart more when I realize he's the fault my Papa isn't with us, my unborn never got a chance to call me Mama. Thoughts of letting him live was somewhere in mind. Let's be honest am not a killer, but there was so much anger built up on the inside of me. Only his death would of been pleasurable in my site. As he walked along the pavement to enter the driveway, his demeanor changed as if he knew someone was following him. Cautiously approaching feeling out of control, my hands began to shake. The stench of his blood was driving me crazy. Suddenly, Davon turned around and saw no one. In rage he reached for his keys to open the door and Bam 💥 loud noises came from inside. What he stumble upon was something he'll never imagine. Planning his death had to been calculated like a mathematician problem, needed to know the right time and hour. Returning home to a shattered house was most definitely a surprised. Closer he walked to the kitchen, I was laying there in a pool of blood, breathing heavily. Sounds of keys hit the floor and footsteps immediately approached me. What had happen? Despite the fact that Davon used me, never meant he didn't love or was in-love with me. We tend to get those two mix up. Love just shows you levels on how far your willing to go to protect the ones your with. Being in-love has no limitations at all, you don't think,second guesses aren't apart of you. Would he let me bleed out and die? Sounds of a car screamed to a halt, four men wearing masks jumped out. Davon immediately pulled out his gun and headed for the back door, opening the door he saw a shadow flash by as if it had wings to fly. Shots were fired in the thin air, confused by what was going on he return to the kitchen. Staring blank with a puzzle look upon his face, he rubbed his eye in disbelief and said, "It was there, Sarah body was there,then it had gone, how could this be possible? Pacing back and forth trying to figure out if what had just transpired was real or was he hallucinating. The house was ripped apart? Wasn't it? You see, Davon had a history of psychotic break downs and with months of research I gather some helpful information to get him just where I wanted. He sat on the sofa in the dark, with a cigar in one hand and his gun in the other. For hours he's been in this one position, tapping a loaded gun on the side of his head, hands shaking uncontrollably. It had to been around 10pm when I entered the house. Scared? Most definitely! But no matter how much I feared him, my anger won every time. Davon shouted, "SARAH IS THAT REALLY YOU" I reached for the light switch and whispered softly, "Yes pudding". I immediately drop my bags and ran over to him, he was shaking, palms sweaty. Playing the concern girlfriend role became so easy, felt like I was winning a nominated Oscar. Kisses placed upon his forehead, I reach for his gun, he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. My heart got weakened, instantly I snapped out of it. He didn't care about the times he beat me and left me to bleed out on the bathroom floor. I held his faced, flash backs clouded my judgement, my hand began to sink tighter and tighter into his face. "What are you doing shortcake?", Davon Said. Sounds of his voice brought me to a halt, I nodded with a smile, no words exit my lips. After a few moments in silence, we got up and head for the room. The bedroom door handle turned slowly, before entering inside he gripped my arms, frantic by his actions. "Stop, please don't hit me"! Sarah whispered. He hug me and began apologizing for everything that he had ever done to me in the past. Did he knew what I was up to? Why was he acting this way? Growing up we always heard older folks say, "When death lurks in the shadow for us, we know when it's our time". Never quite understand what it meant at all. He lifted me up and placed me on the bed, climb in next to me and went straight to sleep. I laid there blank,confused,thoughts of me calling the plans off ran cross my mind a lot. No!, It was to much hurt, I needed peace, Davon breathing wasn't going to bring me the peace I deserve. Clock strike 2am, there was no turning back now. Loud noises came from downstairs, footsteps grew closer and closer. Davon was a heavy sleepier so this made everything so easier. I woke up with a scream, "someone's in the room", he pitched up out his sleep and before he had time to get up, he was held to bed and injected with a syringe. Kidnapped? Isn't it premature? Maybe🤔 but I did what many men tried to accomplish over the years. Strap to a steel chair with a bag over his head. After the injection began to wore off, loud grunts was being heard. Keeping watch at the side lines made me feel like I was the "HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE". Was it power is craved? Absolutely not! Voices echoed in the distance, Mecca removed the bag from Davon's head. His eyes weary from constantly searching the room, Until he stumble upon my presence walking towards him. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Everyone around me worn masks, my face was the only face he saw and I like it that way. It felt as if hundred of eyes peered at me through the darkness, something toke over my body and with no words being said, I looked him in eyes and stab him in the chest. Brutal? Hell No! Tears flowed down my eyes and with every stab I placed upon his body didn't brought me any peace. How many stabs? Countless indeed! before he toke his last breath, I whispered in his ears, "I'll always love you". With a kiss upon his forehead was the seal of his death.