I told him I was gonna die alone. No children, no lover, nothing.
When he asked me why I simply said, "Because I know no one will ever love me like I want them to. I feel they might just break my heart in the end."
What I said later became a fact when he walked away without saying a word....
A couple years later, it was our reunion, I saw him smiling showing off his family pictures.When he asked me how I was holding up.
"I saw you on the newspaper, are you sure you're okay?" He asked in a whisper when we were alone at corner table.
I nodded, "Yes. I'm fine, just a couple cuts and buries. Nothing too bad." Recalling the event.
"How it happen? I heard what happen but I want to know from you, first person." He said grabbing a drink.
I told him the story. It was early winter when this event happened to me, I was only 22 starting off in a new apartment in a downtown city. I was out at a local bar just watching the football game with a friend, when a male came up to me and offered to buy me and my friend a drink. We agreed to his terms and let him sit with us. I was shy and didn't speak unless the question was towards me.
My friend, on the other hand, was keeping him busy. Jokes after jokes, laugh after laugh. Soon it was 3 am- closing time- the man gave us his number and then walked off, nothing seemed to worry me. We waited for the bus to come. The man that we meant previously at the bar drove up to us.
"Need a lift?" He asked.
"No thanks." I replayed
"What about your friend, she need a lift?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, we live in the same place so no use in-" My friend cut me off.
"Of course we could use a lift!" With that she spun around laughing.
The man waved for us to go over to his car and then let us in.
I sat in the front and my friend sat in the back.
After I gave me directions to our apartment he nodded and drove. Sometime between me noticing we drove past the lot I began to freak out. I told him he missed a turn.
"No I didn't we're in the right track." he said, then locked the car doors. "Just for safety," He grinned.
I began to kick. Scared out of my mind. The man knocked me out with one hit to the head. My head hit the dash board.
I awoke a couple hours later to screams. My arms where chained to some kind of wall.
The screams where my friends.
"Stop! Please!" I tried to pull away from the wall only to be disappointed.
"Molly! Molly!" I yelled.
"Shut her up." A male said, didn't sound like the man that took us.
I heard a 'Bang' moments later and silence filled the air. I later found out that was a gun shot. Molly died without anymore pain done to her.
I kicked when the man tired to take me from her body when I found her. I screamed, yelled, cussed, and bit. Then soon shot me in the arm to stop me from anymore movement.
I went out cold because of blood lost.
The next time I woke was in a white room. I had a IV in my wrist and a strong headache. The doctor said I would be all right and I would have to stay in the hospital for a couple months. after I fully recovered I asked about the man who tired to kill me. The police answered easily.
"He has been charged with rape, murder, and man-slaughtering 19 other females before you. Well 19 so far, many females are still missing and we think he has something to do with it."
I asked why haven't they arrested him before this? Before they killed Molly? He answered with a "Don't know" and walked out of the room.
I moved back to my hometown after Molly's funeral that winter. Life became hard on me. I had no reason to trust people, I didn't talk much to people. I would have nightmares over Molly and the last few moments I had left with my roommate.
After I finished the story with him. He scratched his head and nodded.
"Well, looks like life has been hard on you, but hopefully they put that man in prison for live."
"For Molly's sake I hope he gets worse." I mumbled.
He raised his glass, "For Molly, may we one day see her again." He raised his glass and so did I.
"For Molly," I repeated.
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Might make a story of this or it could stand as a short story.
~KBM
When he asked me why I simply said, "Because I know no one will ever love me like I want them to. I feel they might just break my heart in the end."
What I said later became a fact when he walked away without saying a word....
A couple years later, it was our reunion, I saw him smiling showing off his family pictures.When he asked me how I was holding up.
"I saw you on the newspaper, are you sure you're okay?" He asked in a whisper when we were alone at corner table.
I nodded, "Yes. I'm fine, just a couple cuts and buries. Nothing too bad." Recalling the event.
"How it happen? I heard what happen but I want to know from you, first person." He said grabbing a drink.
I told him the story. It was early winter when this event happened to me, I was only 22 starting off in a new apartment in a downtown city. I was out at a local bar just watching the football game with a friend, when a male came up to me and offered to buy me and my friend a drink. We agreed to his terms and let him sit with us. I was shy and didn't speak unless the question was towards me.
My friend, on the other hand, was keeping him busy. Jokes after jokes, laugh after laugh. Soon it was 3 am- closing time- the man gave us his number and then walked off, nothing seemed to worry me. We waited for the bus to come. The man that we meant previously at the bar drove up to us.
"Need a lift?" He asked.
"No thanks." I replayed
"What about your friend, she need a lift?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, we live in the same place so no use in-" My friend cut me off.
"Of course we could use a lift!" With that she spun around laughing.
The man waved for us to go over to his car and then let us in.
I sat in the front and my friend sat in the back.
After I gave me directions to our apartment he nodded and drove. Sometime between me noticing we drove past the lot I began to freak out. I told him he missed a turn.
"No I didn't we're in the right track." he said, then locked the car doors. "Just for safety," He grinned.
I began to kick. Scared out of my mind. The man knocked me out with one hit to the head. My head hit the dash board.
I awoke a couple hours later to screams. My arms where chained to some kind of wall.
The screams where my friends.
"Stop! Please!" I tried to pull away from the wall only to be disappointed.
"Molly! Molly!" I yelled.
"Shut her up." A male said, didn't sound like the man that took us.
I heard a 'Bang' moments later and silence filled the air. I later found out that was a gun shot. Molly died without anymore pain done to her.
I kicked when the man tired to take me from her body when I found her. I screamed, yelled, cussed, and bit. Then soon shot me in the arm to stop me from anymore movement.
I went out cold because of blood lost.
The next time I woke was in a white room. I had a IV in my wrist and a strong headache. The doctor said I would be all right and I would have to stay in the hospital for a couple months. after I fully recovered I asked about the man who tired to kill me. The police answered easily.
"He has been charged with rape, murder, and man-slaughtering 19 other females before you. Well 19 so far, many females are still missing and we think he has something to do with it."
I asked why haven't they arrested him before this? Before they killed Molly? He answered with a "Don't know" and walked out of the room.
I moved back to my hometown after Molly's funeral that winter. Life became hard on me. I had no reason to trust people, I didn't talk much to people. I would have nightmares over Molly and the last few moments I had left with my roommate.
After I finished the story with him. He scratched his head and nodded.
"Well, looks like life has been hard on you, but hopefully they put that man in prison for live."
"For Molly's sake I hope he gets worse." I mumbled.
He raised his glass, "For Molly, may we one day see her again." He raised his glass and so did I.
"For Molly," I repeated.
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Might make a story of this or it could stand as a short story.
~KBM
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