The Sin of Love

Chapter 19

In front of the door stood Carlos, his eyes blank and his breath stinking of alcohol. He entered the apartment without further politeness and slammed the door behind him.

- Call the police right away, - Sam said without taking his eyes off Carlos.

But Rosalie was petrified. Completely pale, she hadn't made a single movement since Carlos entered the house.

- Rosalie, the police! - Sam told her a little louder.

He approached her and tried to stand between her and Carlos. But Rosalie's gaze was completely blank.

- You have a guest, I see,- said Carlos, approaching the table.

His gaze caught with a glint of anger unlike any Sam had seen before. He took one of the glasses of wine and smashed it against a kitchen unit.

- Where is he ? Is he still here ?! SHOW YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER! -Carlos shouted in the apartment.

- If I was alive I would've kicked you out by now, you bastard,- Sam hissed through his teeth.

Rosalie wasn't really aware of what was going on around her anymore. From the moment Carlos walked through the door, a fact was recorded in her mind: today was the day she was going to die.

No matter what she would say or do, she saw in Carlos' eyes a rage like she had never seen. In proportion to all the harm he had done to her already, she knew the pain and violence would increase tenfold until she could no longer stand. She saw as... her life passed before her eyes. She wondered if she had spent enough time with Julian, if she would leave him happy memories. She hoped to be discovered by a neighbor or the delivery man, and not tomorrow morning by Louison and her son. To avoid further trauma. Julian... she had loved, cherished and protected him to the end. She was happy that he wasn't there and that he was safe with her friend. She prayed that Carlos would be arrested quickly, and that her little boy could grow up happily, as long as possible.

As Rosalie mulled over her dark thoughts, Carlos was yelling. He had toured the house, had asked her over and over again with whom she shared her diner. He banged on walls, banged on tables. Sam begged Rosalie to run to the bedroom and shut herself up, or to escape through the unlocked door. But for Rosalie, all scenarios ended badly. She had had enough... had enough of living in anguish, sword of Damocles hanging over her head, not knowing how long it would take to find her, and subject her to the worst atrocities. She was thinking about all the bruises, the punches, the insults... it all weighed too much.

Carlos then said something he shouldn't have said.

- We'll wait obediently until Julian comes home, - he said, laughing.

Out of the question. Rosalie felt a wave of rage rise in her. If she were to fall or die either. But Carlos won't hurt a hair of Julian's head. Never again. Rosalie hurled herself on him screaming and her hand instinctively went to the face of the one who was terrorizing her. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Sam didn't move an inch. He dreaded Carlos' reaction. Rosalie froze again when she realized that her gesture was a point of no return. "Today is the day I'm going to die" she repeated to herself.

Carlos until then motionless, felt the rage rising in him. An unparalleled rage that made him tremble. A scream rose from the depths of his bowels to his throat and then his lips and, before anyone had time to see anything coming, he took a knife from the table and stabbed Rosalie hard in the side.

- NOOOOO !! - screamed Sam, his face contorted with rage.

Carlos withdrew the knife, then regained his composure. Rosalie collapsed to the floor. She had felt an intense pain in her stomach, then nothing. However, she felt a hot, viscous liquid soil her pretty dress. She knew it. Today was the day she was going to die.