A Shot Of Blood

Chapter -3

(Dave's POV)

"Sweetheart, I'm home." I excitedly walked inside my house shielding myself from the crisp cold air and placed the gift bag I was carrying on the console, removed my coat and made my way in through the hallway.

It was freezing in December out there, an immaculate blanket of snow was spread across the rippling expanse of the city, everyone was busy with the Christmas preparations, very few people could be seen around the neighborhood.

"Babe" I called out for my wife again.

No replies.

"Babe, you home yet?" I remember her telling me that she was going outside to buy some stuff. But I saw her car outside, and no way she would be walking down in this chilly weather to the store all by herself.

"Where are you?" I said making my way in the living room.

That's when I saw the mess around there, with splinters of glass, things scattered over on the maple wood floor, a few blood drops highlighted on the cream carpet.

It wasn't like her, she would always keep the house spotless. Was she hurt?

I broke out of my thoughts when my phone started ringing, I picked it up, finding it to be my fellow co-worker, Brad.

"Hello"

"Hey Dave, I called to inform you that you forgot the case reports on your desk."

"Oh, no worries, I'll pick it up tomorrow." I said in-attentively my gaze still fixed upstairs.

Suddenly I heard, some clattering sound from upstairs. I dropped my phone on the dining table and started moving in the direction of the noise.

"Babe, you in there?" I called out unsure. I was starting my way upstairs when a strong gust of wind slammed the back door closed, the voice echoing in my ears.

I started fearing for the worst, maybe my house was broken into, as our backdoor was always locked.

I darted my way upstairs and started checking our master bedroom, noticing a few things were missing.

I ran into the guest bedroom and the sight turned my eyes dark with fear. There was my wife, with a gun pressed against her temple by an intruder, all dressed in black.

"Christina" I whispered terrified of what might happen next.

"We were indeed waiting for you, I heard you downstairs. Now, give me the money or else she dies." He said pulling her closer and pressing the gun harder against her temple, exposing an eagle tattoo on his left wrist.

"Dave" she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Take this, just leave her." I said throwing my wallet and watch in front of him, but he just pressed the gun harder.

"Dave,help me, I don't wanna die"

"Please, leave her alone,take whatever you want, please."

"Dave..." she cried out.

"No.. please I beg you, just leave her alone." I said as I fell onto my knees.

That's when police sirens were heard outside our house. The intruder released his grip on her a bit, and started frantically looking everywhere.

"You called them, didn't you?" He said looking at me.

I shook my head no.

"You're gonna pay for that." He said pointing towards me, then looked at Christina "no, I won't do that, she's gonna pay for that." He hissed removing his mask, throwing it around the corner.