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that point, and they felt that the jury might have a hard time understanding why he didn’t escape. The case wasn’t as strong as it could have been and he desperately didn’t want Edwin on the streets. In the heat of the moment, he made up a long story of horrific abuse that was completely fabricated. He cried, he shook in the lawyer’s office and put on an amazing show that convinced even the court-appointed psychologist. After a while, he believed the story himself.
“Eh, kid, take this. For later.” In his hand was a black bag with a simple rope string. Even in the dark of the car he knew what it was. It was a gun. This was real. God damn it. He pulled it out and let it sit cold in his lap like a dead fish. After the trial, his mom took him to the gun range so he could learn to defend himself. His dad was firmly against it but, by then, he was long gone.
It was a life for a life, and he needed to do this. Brianna began to stir in her seat and groan with what he had to assume was a massive headache. He stuffed the gun into his suit pocket.
He grabbed her hand and held it tight in his. “I’m sorry,” he said as the car pulled to a stop.
She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes blearily. “Where am I?”
“You drank too much. We were taking you home.”
“You don’t know where I live,” she whispered. “Did you look at my license or something?”
The driver cranked the parking brake on, and they were here, wherever here was. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”
“Let’s go,” the driver said.
“Now?” Simon said.
Brianna perked up and began to sit up. She looked out the window and then back at Simon. “This isn’t my house.”
He shut his eyes and channeled Edwin. Simon needed to die, and Edwin needed to be the one to do this. No more pity and no more mercy. Make it fast and don’t drag it out. “Get out of the car, Brianna.”
She grabbed onto her seatbelt and cowered against the car door. “No! I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He crawled over to her so she couldn’t get out his way. She was trapped against her own door. “Don’t put up a fight.” Simon grabbed her arm and began to pull her out from his side of the car. Her heels scratched against his arm as she futilely kicked at him.
“Let me go!” she shrieked as her shoe dug into his shoulder. He pulled her heels off and threw them onto the ground behind him. He grabbed her ankle and slid her down the seat. Brianna grabbed hold of the door handle and held on to it for dear life. It was a valiant attempt. He admired her spirit, but ultimately, he was stronger. He pulled both her legs so hard that her fingers slipped off the handle. She slid across the length of the back seat screaming as loudly as he’d ever heard someone scream.
“Shut up!” he shouted.
The driver stood in front of his door ready for his next order. “Need some help?”
“I’ve got it,” Simon said through gritted teeth. Brianna kicked and pushed her way out of the car. She wasn’t going to make this easy and why should she? He stepped back and let her stand up on her own.
As she got to her feet and looked out to see where she could run, he grabbed the gun and pointed it right at her. “Don’t even think about it.”
Brianna held the side of the car for balance. She still seemed dazed from the drugs and the adrenaline that bounced around her brain like a confused ping pong ball. The gun shook in his hand as he let the moment sink in. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing this. Another man, in another world, had his finger on the trigger. He straightened his back and pointed it towards her head.
She looked up with tears in her eyes. Her carefully applied mascara pooled around her bottom eyelid and her cheeks were ruddy and puffy from crying. “Please, don’t.”
“I have to,” he said.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t. Is it money? My dad has money. He can pay you whatever you want.”
“It’s not about
“Eh, kid, take this. For later.” In his hand was a black bag with a simple rope string. Even in the dark of the car he knew what it was. It was a gun. This was real. God damn it. He pulled it out and let it sit cold in his lap like a dead fish. After the trial, his mom took him to the gun range so he could learn to defend himself. His dad was firmly against it but, by then, he was long gone.
It was a life for a life, and he needed to do this. Brianna began to stir in her seat and groan with what he had to assume was a massive headache. He stuffed the gun into his suit pocket.
He grabbed her hand and held it tight in his. “I’m sorry,” he said as the car pulled to a stop.
She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes blearily. “Where am I?”
“You drank too much. We were taking you home.”
“You don’t know where I live,” she whispered. “Did you look at my license or something?”
The driver cranked the parking brake on, and they were here, wherever here was. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”
“Let’s go,” the driver said.
“Now?” Simon said.
Brianna perked up and began to sit up. She looked out the window and then back at Simon. “This isn’t my house.”
He shut his eyes and channeled Edwin. Simon needed to die, and Edwin needed to be the one to do this. No more pity and no more mercy. Make it fast and don’t drag it out. “Get out of the car, Brianna.”
She grabbed onto her seatbelt and cowered against the car door. “No! I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He crawled over to her so she couldn’t get out his way. She was trapped against her own door. “Don’t put up a fight.” Simon grabbed her arm and began to pull her out from his side of the car. Her heels scratched against his arm as she futilely kicked at him.
“Let me go!” she shrieked as her shoe dug into his shoulder. He pulled her heels off and threw them onto the ground behind him. He grabbed her ankle and slid her down the seat. Brianna grabbed hold of the door handle and held on to it for dear life. It was a valiant attempt. He admired her spirit, but ultimately, he was stronger. He pulled both her legs so hard that her fingers slipped off the handle. She slid across the length of the back seat screaming as loudly as he’d ever heard someone scream.
“Shut up!” he shouted.
The driver stood in front of his door ready for his next order. “Need some help?”
“I’ve got it,” Simon said through gritted teeth. Brianna kicked and pushed her way out of the car. She wasn’t going to make this easy and why should she? He stepped back and let her stand up on her own.
As she got to her feet and looked out to see where she could run, he grabbed the gun and pointed it right at her. “Don’t even think about it.”
Brianna held the side of the car for balance. She still seemed dazed from the drugs and the adrenaline that bounced around her brain like a confused ping pong ball. The gun shook in his hand as he let the moment sink in. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing this. Another man, in another world, had his finger on the trigger. He straightened his back and pointed it towards her head.
She looked up with tears in her eyes. Her carefully applied mascara pooled around her bottom eyelid and her cheeks were ruddy and puffy from crying. “Please, don’t.”
“I have to,” he said.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t. Is it money? My dad has money. He can pay you whatever you want.”
“It’s not about
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