He just nodded his head.
“Why?”
He looked at my mother, who smirked and nodded, encouraging him to finish.
“Because I know there’d be a reason.”
“But what if it isn’t a good reason?”
He chuckled, wrapped his arm around my mom, and pulled her closer to him. “I’m sure I’ve done it for less. It’s not up to me to decide what reason’s good enough for you.”
“Killing someone,” Mom started, “isn’t easy to do unless you see no other way out.”
“Or to protect family.”
They both looked at me, surprised, but nodded their heads. “Exactly.”
* * *
I’m brought back into the present as the car rolls to a stop and the engine dies.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself, preparing for whatever’s about to happen.
I can hear the footsteps coming closer to the trunk.
The key in the lock.
The lock unlatching.
And the creaking of the lid opening.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, the light gleaming overhead causing me to shut my eyes tight to keep it from blinding me.
No, not sunlight. Lights on the ceiling in a parking garage.
Two men with ski masks are standing, looking down, staring at me.
“Thought you’d be more of a fighter.” The one on the right asks.
“Why’d I give you the satisfaction of that?” I glare at them. “I’m not afraid of you.”
I’m yanked upwards by my shoulders, my head hitting the metal, not quite clearing the opening, before the other man grabs my legs.
This time I attempt to lash out.
“Thought you weren’t afraid?”
“Go fuck yourself!”I snap back at him, spitting in his face.
I’m falling.
It’s only a second, but fells like forever before I actually hit.
My back slamming against the concrete before my head follows.
I groan out, making the man laugh before he comes over, kneeling down.
I can only imagine the absurdity of how it looks. He’s kneeling down, looking at me, as my back and head are lying on the ground, and my feet are still being held up.
