a couple more hours to live. See, I want you to understand my reasoning because I am not a bad person, you know, or at least I never used to be. Not before...before….” She cut herself off, began to pace up and down the basement, and with an impatient hand, wiped the sweat off her brow.
Listening to Leah ramble on reminded me of how little I actually knew about her, how little I knew about this entire situation. It is almost impossible to comprehend. No amount of time or preparation can truly ready you for this, for the end. You can’t make a checklist or schedule this in your calendar. This was Leah’s raw, uncensored truth, and honestly, there could be no way to prepare.
Tied to the chair, I watched Leah lean her back against the dirty wall. I was still trying to figure out where we were, whether it was worth screaming, or trying to escape. How would I know which way to run or how to get out? She was smart; I knew that now. She works meticulously and so there is no room for errors or mistakes in her world. Everything has a purpose, and everything fits into her final plan.
The sound of a chair leg scraping across the floor interrupted my thoughts. She was dragging it slowly and carefully toward me, her eyes burrowing into mine the whole way. She then gently set the chair down, turning the back of it toward me. She acted as if she didn’t want to hurt it or cause it any pain. It seemed to be more than just a piece of furniture to her.
She straddled the chair so we were face to face. Only five inches of air, if that, separated our faces. She stared at me for what seemed like hours before folding her arms at the top of her chair and resting her head on it. She stayed in that position for two silent minutes before taking a deep and meaningful breath. Every part of my body was on alert. It was as though a warning siren had been sent to the inner core of my body, letting it know that there was about to be an invasion.
“To understand why everything has to end this way...to end with you , you have to understand how it all began.”
Her hand moved slowly to retrieve something from her back pocket.
“Do you know what this is?” She said as she waved a small green book in my direction.
“A diary? ” I whispered. I had no idea where this was going and neither did I like it.
“No, it’s a record, a detailed record.” She opened up to a page, near the middle of the book with a look of pure hate on her face.
“What is it a record of? ” I asked nervously.
For a moment, there was silence and no movement. Lifting her head so her eyes were in line with mine again, she breathed out her venom laced words.
“My screwed up life.”
Chapter 6: Eight Days Earlier
APRIL’S POINT OF VIEW
“I don’t like her!”
“Crys tal, you don’t even know her,” I replied.
“It doesn’t matter . I’m a woman, and I know how women work. She likes Aiden, and you need to wake up out of wonderland and get with it.”
“You’re being ridiculous. It was her first day and she forgot her keys. What was she supposed to do?” I asked as I took a sip of my white wine spritzer.
“She should have just crashed at her friends or something, not call her boss in the middle of the evening to come rescue her.” she huffed.
“O K, it’s not often that I agree with her, but she has a point,” Jess added as she rocked Ella-May.
“Oh come on Jess, not you as well.”
“I’m just saying it is highly possible that she likes him. It’s not a big issue now; just keep an eye on her,” Jess replied.
“What am I supposed to do? Do you want me to follow him around at work?” I asked, sarcastically. “I trust Aiden, OK?”
“Look, I know my brother, and I trust him too. It’s Lena I have an issue with,” Crystal muttered.
“Leah,” I corrected as Jess giggled.
“Whatever.”
“Anyway, onto happier topics . How did the dress shopping go?”Jess asked.
“It didn’t . I couldn’t find anything I liked,
Listening to Leah ramble on reminded me of how little I actually knew about her, how little I knew about this entire situation. It is almost impossible to comprehend. No amount of time or preparation can truly ready you for this, for the end. You can’t make a checklist or schedule this in your calendar. This was Leah’s raw, uncensored truth, and honestly, there could be no way to prepare.
Tied to the chair, I watched Leah lean her back against the dirty wall. I was still trying to figure out where we were, whether it was worth screaming, or trying to escape. How would I know which way to run or how to get out? She was smart; I knew that now. She works meticulously and so there is no room for errors or mistakes in her world. Everything has a purpose, and everything fits into her final plan.
The sound of a chair leg scraping across the floor interrupted my thoughts. She was dragging it slowly and carefully toward me, her eyes burrowing into mine the whole way. She then gently set the chair down, turning the back of it toward me. She acted as if she didn’t want to hurt it or cause it any pain. It seemed to be more than just a piece of furniture to her.
She straddled the chair so we were face to face. Only five inches of air, if that, separated our faces. She stared at me for what seemed like hours before folding her arms at the top of her chair and resting her head on it. She stayed in that position for two silent minutes before taking a deep and meaningful breath. Every part of my body was on alert. It was as though a warning siren had been sent to the inner core of my body, letting it know that there was about to be an invasion.
“To understand why everything has to end this way...to end with you , you have to understand how it all began.”
Her hand moved slowly to retrieve something from her back pocket.
“Do you know what this is?” She said as she waved a small green book in my direction.
“A diary? ” I whispered. I had no idea where this was going and neither did I like it.
“No, it’s a record, a detailed record.” She opened up to a page, near the middle of the book with a look of pure hate on her face.
“What is it a record of? ” I asked nervously.
For a moment, there was silence and no movement. Lifting her head so her eyes were in line with mine again, she breathed out her venom laced words.
“My screwed up life.”
Chapter 6: Eight Days Earlier
APRIL’S POINT OF VIEW
“I don’t like her!”
“Crys tal, you don’t even know her,” I replied.
“It doesn’t matter . I’m a woman, and I know how women work. She likes Aiden, and you need to wake up out of wonderland and get with it.”
“You’re being ridiculous. It was her first day and she forgot her keys. What was she supposed to do?” I asked as I took a sip of my white wine spritzer.
“She should have just crashed at her friends or something, not call her boss in the middle of the evening to come rescue her.” she huffed.
“O K, it’s not often that I agree with her, but she has a point,” Jess added as she rocked Ella-May.
“Oh come on Jess, not you as well.”
“I’m just saying it is highly possible that she likes him. It’s not a big issue now; just keep an eye on her,” Jess replied.
“What am I supposed to do? Do you want me to follow him around at work?” I asked, sarcastically. “I trust Aiden, OK?”
“Look, I know my brother, and I trust him too. It’s Lena I have an issue with,” Crystal muttered.
“Leah,” I corrected as Jess giggled.
“Whatever.”
“Anyway, onto happier topics . How did the dress shopping go?”Jess asked.
“It didn’t . I couldn’t find anything I liked,
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