Staring around looking at her empty kitchen, the woman crept forward opening and shutting her cabinets to see what was left in them. She placed her hand on the tap and tried turning it, but it seemed stuck, she then placed her other hand over it and gave it a twist and the water fiercely gushed out. This was left running for a couple of seconds and she washed out a dusty glass through the water. She filled it up and took a long gulp of water, as the front door creaked half-open with a sudden noise.
She took the glass of water into the palm of her hand and opened her eyes in fear and turned around. Very slowly her feet moved forward step by step. She placed her back on the wall and took further steps sideways, with her hands holding the glass defensively ready to strike. A moment of silence fell as she moved closer to the door. She finally got to the corner and gazed slowly around the wall as her face started to show nervousness. The door crept open a little further, and suddenly she vaulted forward to strike with the glass firmly gripped in her hands. It was a black cat, with the light reflecting in raindrops on its fur. A sigh of relief escaped from her dry throat, as she took a deep breath while placing the back of her head against the wall.
The woman stomped on the ground aggressively to scare the cat away, and then pushed the door with strength to shut it. Easing off the glass, she walked back into the kitchen and placed the glass into the kitchen sink. She grabbed her bags and headed upstairs whilst the floorboards creaked on after another. The door to the bedroom was already open as the light on the landing gave way through the bedroom. She placed her bags against her bed, piling them onto each other. After taking her shoes off and sliding them under her bed she headed for the shower. Twisting the doorknob, she pushed the door open staring inside the dark and empty shower. The woman moved her hand around against the wall as she fumbled for the light switch.
As she pushed the switch and glanced up, her eyes widened and she paused in fear. In front of her was the figure that had stood outside, strong and tall. His hands placed in his pocket, his head tilted a little to the right glaring straight into the eyes of the woman.
‘What are you doing here?’ the woman said, in a terrified voice.
‘What are you on about, this is our house’ the man replied, in a hard broken voice. ‘Actually this was our house until you had an affair and ran away’ he continued. The woman faced the man right into his dark and mysterious eyes, as a drop of water slid down from the corner of her eye.
‘I thought you were dead’ the woman sobbed.
‘I know you did because you’re the one who sent that assassin to kill me didn’t you?’ the man responded as he started to take small steps forward.
‘What assassin are you on about?’ she said in a deceitful voice. The man frowned and moved closer to the woman as she backed off.
‘Didn’t you?’ the man replied. ‘DIDN’T YOU?’ he repeated again in a deafening and vicious voice.
The woman kept taking steps back as the man continued to progress forward. She took her last step as she reached the wall at the end of the room. At this moment she had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The man stood right before the woman and drew out his right hand from his coat pocket. He pulled out a silver, shining, table knife held in his hand firmly and pulling it to the woman’s face as she put the side of her head against the wall, trying to move away from the knife.
He sank the point of the knife into her cheek.
‘Where do you want it? In the throat or in the chest?’ he said moving the knife down from her throat to her chest. The woman closed her eyes tightly as she began to sob. ‘I’m sorry, please don’t do this’.
The man pulled the knife backwards ready to strike into her chest and suddenly the woman gripped a lamp next to her and smashed it brutally against his face. He tumbled onto the floor landing next to the bed. She quickly moved towards her dressing table and grabbed the car keys and ran down stairs.
As she reached the last bunch of steps she jumped with her bare feet to the floor. She glanced up the stairs and stood in silence as she heard a floorboard creak. She quickly went towards the front door and yanked the door open by pulling and twisting on the knob.
She unexpectedly stopped as she opened the door gazing outside. Another man looking very similar as the other one stood outside. ‘I thought you finished him’ she said in a more contented voice. ‘Finished who?’ he replied in a surprising voice. ‘My should be ex-husband the one I told you to kill when I ran away’ she responded as she stood in the doorway. ‘Oh…him’ he replied in a more threatening voice. He took his finger and pointed over her left shoulder with a smirk on his face.
She slowly turned around looking over her left shoulder as a knife swiftly moved towards her neck slitting her throat. Her blue eyes rolled to the back of her head as she held her slashed blooded throat with both hands. Blood was surging out between her fingers as she gasped for breath. She hit the floor first with her knees and then dropped as she hit her face against the floor. Both men looked up glanced at each other and then looked down. They moved towards the woman with heavy footsteps, one picking her up by the legs and the other by the arms as they took her outside.
The two men dropped her outside as if she was rubbish and then picked the keys from inside and opened the car boot as rain still poured down. One of the men pulled the woman up and threw her into the boot and wrapped her neck with a large cloth. The other man went back in the house with a large white cloth and wiped the blooded floor with it as the blood soaked into the cloth. He took a black bag out of his pocket and placed the blooded cloth, his gloves, the post and the knife inside and tied it up firmly. He shut the light in the kitchen and went outside, slowly shutting the front door. The man walked towards the open boot and threw the bag inside again, quietly shutting the door. The other man started the vehicle up putting on the car headlights. They both sat in the woman’s car and reversed out the drive and drove off into the mist.