Her brows furrowed, and she tilted her head to the side, peering up at me through her lashes.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I can’t say. Not right now, at least.”
She leaned against the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. Her brow quirked in question, but I couldn't tell her where I was going. She'd find out soon enough.
“Do you promise to be here when I get back?” I asked.
“Even if I wanted to leave, I have no idea where my phone is, no idea where we are, and I’d probably end up getting lost in the woods.”
I leaned forward pressing my mouth against hers, and her body relaxed as she moaned into me. Her lips parted as our tongues met, caressing and exploring. I placed my hand on the back of her head, wrapping my fingers in her hair and pulling gently. Her head tilted back, and she peered up at me.
“Is this your way of trying to get me to stay?” I whispered.
“You started it,” she said with a smirk.
I released her hair and stood from the couch, planting a kiss on her cheek. My stomach churned, and fear crawled its way into my chest as I thought about her not being here when I came back.
“Please be here when I get back.”
“I will,” she said.
Everything I was doing, everything I was planning, it was all for her. She had no idea how far I’d go to heal the wounds that had been inflicted on her.
I would burn the entire world down just to see her smile.
Iparkedacrossthestreet from Steven’s house, watching as his wife pulled into the driveway. She got out of her car, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, and made her way toward the house. Their nearest neighbor was a mile down the road, giving me plenty of privacy for what I was about to do.
When I saw her enter the house, I got out of the car and placed the hood of my jacket over my head. My eyes searched for even the smallest hint of another person. When I saw it was clear, I made my way across the deserted road toward the house.
I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling the cold syringe with my fingertips. I made it to the front porch steps, keeping my footsteps light to avoid detection. The front door was a navy blue, an odd contrast to the sky blue of the house. Curtains were pulled tightly closed, not even a sliver of light making it through. I peered into the small window of the door and saw the blonde woman standing in the kitchen. Her back was turned to me, the heels she’d been wearing only moments earlier kicked to the side. With one last glance back to the street, I turned the knob of the door and slipped quietly inside.
She didn’t hear me as I approached with the syringe gripped tightly in my grasp. I ran my fingers over the top and flicked the cap off into my pocket. My heart hammered as adrenaline coursed through me, and the sound of my pulse filled my ears.
A sharp ring sounded behind me, and before I could even have time to think, she turned to me. Her eyes widened in fear, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She stumbled back, grabbing at anything she could reach on the counter.
“Who the fuck are you?” she panted.
Slowly, I pulled the syringe from my pocket and lunged toward her. Her feet slipped out from under her, and we fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Her knee rammed into my ribs, knocking the air from my lungs. She raised her hands and tried to claw at my face, but before she could, I plunged the syringe into her neck.
It only took a few seconds for it to take effect, her eyes fluttering closed as she continued trying to get out from under me. When her head fell back and her body went limp, I stood up and placed the cap back on before putting the syringe into my back pocket.
I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost seven, then back down at the blonde woman. I didn’t have much time before Steven arrived home, so I knew I had to act fast. Reaching down, I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her toward the hallway that sat off to the side of the kitchen.
Her head lolled to the side, a string of drool hanging from her chin. I dropped her legs when she was out of sight and made my way back toward the kitchen. Just as I entered, I heard a car door close and looked outside.
Steven was exiting his car, his head down, looking at his phone. I hurried into the hallway, hiding from plain sight, and peered around the corner, waiting. The sound of the door opening and closing made my pulse spike, my excitement almost palpable.
“Nancy?” he called, his voice echoing through the entryway. “Honey, where are you?”
Only silence met him, sinceNancylay unconscious on the floor behind me.
He stepped into view, his brows furrowed as he turned to his right, searching for his wife. When he came up empty, he turned toward the kitchen, his heavy footsteps thudding against the floor. He glanced down to see her shoes on the kitchen floor, concern flickering across his face. He stopped just before reaching the hallway.
“Nancy?” he said, worried.
He stepped into the hallway, coming face-to-face with me. His eyes bulged as he took in my disheveled appearance, his face growing pale as he saw his beloved wife behind me. A wicked grin slipped across my lips as I reached up and took him by the jacket collar. His hands wrapped around my wrists as he tried to pull me off, but I held on even tighter.
