Post by creative on Mar 12, 2007 7:33:03 GMT -5
The rain lashed down as the icy wind bit at her skin. The street lamps glistened in the puddles which adorned the ground. She knew that calling a taxi on New Years Day would be pointless and, besides, the battery in her mobile was dead. Charlene resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have walk home. She glanced down at her high heeled shoes and sighed. If only she had left the club when her mates had, she wouldn't be in this predicament right now. But Graham had promised her a lift home and foolishly, perhaps, she had believed him. If he hadn't flirted with her, chatted her up, she would have left hours ago.
With a heavy heart, she began the long journey home. She was about to take the short cut when she remembered what her mum had said. "Promise me you'll never walk across those fields after dark." her mother had pleaded with her constantly, "It's better to be safe than sorry." So Charlene had vowed to listen to her mum and to always walk the long way home.
She turned left at the end of the street and quickened her pace. A black cat ran out in front of her. Black cats crossing your path are suposed to be a sign of luck, but right now Charlene felt anything but lucky.
Before long, Charlene was aware of footsteps behind her. She glanced round and noticed a man with a scruffy beard embedded with crumbs - did this guy not know where his mouth was?!
He was wearing a black leather jacket, a gaping hole in one arm exposing his dirty skin benath, and blue jeans, frayed at the ankles and littered with mud stains. Charlene felt uneasy - was this man following her? She crossed the road, but still she could hear the pitter pattter of footsteps. It could be a coincidence, she reasoned. However, the steps were getting louder, which meant he was getting nearer. Charlene began to run, she was taking no chances. Once more she glanced behind her. She was horrified to discover he was running too! Her heart lurched as she realised he WAS following her!
At last, Charlene noticed a house with the lights on, though the curtains were closed. She drummed franticly on the door with her fists. "Help me!" she screamed. The curtains twicthed, but to her dismay there was no answer. She ran out of the garden, her asailent in hot pursuit. How she longed for a quick rest, but the consequences could be dire. She forced herself to carry on. Anger bubbled in her throat - why should she let this low-life scum get the better of her? She turned around the corner and ended up in Anglessy Avenue - a dead end. She turned around only to come face to face with the man. "W-what do you want?" she asked meekly.
"Good question," replied the man, in an awfully familar voice.
"Jack!" she gasped. Without the smart suits he used to wear, she hadn't recognised him. The memories came flooding back, the years they had spent together. She had thought he'd got over her, but perhaps he hadn't...
"You've moved on," she said, "You're with Emma now."
"No," he snapped, "I'm not! Not anymore. I could never love anyone else - I was on the rebound, that's all."
"What do you want?" Charlene asked again.
He pulled a gun from his pocket and laughed as Charlene let out a gasp. "I want you dead!".
Then he collapsed in tears.
"I'll kill you - like you killed our baby. You made the wrong decission to have the..."
"Abortion?" Charlene cut in. Then she too was crying. "God, don't you think I don't question myself every day. Did I do the right thing? I don't know, I'll never know. But we were young, only 16 and penniless, just out of school." She wiped her eyes only for a fresh set of tears to stream down her face. "It just wouldn't have been fair on the baby. You have to understand that."
"All I undertstand," retorted Jack, eyes blazing, "Is that you are going to die." He glanced around, "The street's deserted, there's no witnesses. I'll get away with it."
"Don't!" she screamed.
The sound of bullets rang out through the air. With a sickening thud, the lifeless body slumped to the floor. The murderer repocketed the gun - it could be disposed of later. What a good job it was they always carried a gun with them! Charlene smiled slyly. She straightened her clothes and gave one last pitiful glance at the body before walking swifty away.
With a heavy heart, she began the long journey home. She was about to take the short cut when she remembered what her mum had said. "Promise me you'll never walk across those fields after dark." her mother had pleaded with her constantly, "It's better to be safe than sorry." So Charlene had vowed to listen to her mum and to always walk the long way home.
She turned left at the end of the street and quickened her pace. A black cat ran out in front of her. Black cats crossing your path are suposed to be a sign of luck, but right now Charlene felt anything but lucky.
Before long, Charlene was aware of footsteps behind her. She glanced round and noticed a man with a scruffy beard embedded with crumbs - did this guy not know where his mouth was?!
He was wearing a black leather jacket, a gaping hole in one arm exposing his dirty skin benath, and blue jeans, frayed at the ankles and littered with mud stains. Charlene felt uneasy - was this man following her? She crossed the road, but still she could hear the pitter pattter of footsteps. It could be a coincidence, she reasoned. However, the steps were getting louder, which meant he was getting nearer. Charlene began to run, she was taking no chances. Once more she glanced behind her. She was horrified to discover he was running too! Her heart lurched as she realised he WAS following her!
At last, Charlene noticed a house with the lights on, though the curtains were closed. She drummed franticly on the door with her fists. "Help me!" she screamed. The curtains twicthed, but to her dismay there was no answer. She ran out of the garden, her asailent in hot pursuit. How she longed for a quick rest, but the consequences could be dire. She forced herself to carry on. Anger bubbled in her throat - why should she let this low-life scum get the better of her? She turned around the corner and ended up in Anglessy Avenue - a dead end. She turned around only to come face to face with the man. "W-what do you want?" she asked meekly.
"Good question," replied the man, in an awfully familar voice.
"Jack!" she gasped. Without the smart suits he used to wear, she hadn't recognised him. The memories came flooding back, the years they had spent together. She had thought he'd got over her, but perhaps he hadn't...
"You've moved on," she said, "You're with Emma now."
"No," he snapped, "I'm not! Not anymore. I could never love anyone else - I was on the rebound, that's all."
"What do you want?" Charlene asked again.
He pulled a gun from his pocket and laughed as Charlene let out a gasp. "I want you dead!".
Then he collapsed in tears.
"I'll kill you - like you killed our baby. You made the wrong decission to have the..."
"Abortion?" Charlene cut in. Then she too was crying. "God, don't you think I don't question myself every day. Did I do the right thing? I don't know, I'll never know. But we were young, only 16 and penniless, just out of school." She wiped her eyes only for a fresh set of tears to stream down her face. "It just wouldn't have been fair on the baby. You have to understand that."
"All I undertstand," retorted Jack, eyes blazing, "Is that you are going to die." He glanced around, "The street's deserted, there's no witnesses. I'll get away with it."
"Don't!" she screamed.
The sound of bullets rang out through the air. With a sickening thud, the lifeless body slumped to the floor. The murderer repocketed the gun - it could be disposed of later. What a good job it was they always carried a gun with them! Charlene smiled slyly. She straightened her clothes and gave one last pitiful glance at the body before walking swifty away.