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I stepped into the house with my hands up.
“No, Ansley. Just get what you came here for so we can leave.”
Ansley was about five feet, petite, with tanned skin and fiery red hair that hung to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were wild and manic, which wasn’t a good sign.
“Relax, Phoebe, everything is going to be fine. I just wanted to stick it to this son of a bitch, that’s all. Come on.” She waved me on, turned and headed deeper into the house.
I didn’t have time to admire the lack of décor or the smell of rotten food, dirty dishes and corn chips, i.e., smelly feet. I was too busy admiring the trashed furniture, the TV that was once mounted on the wall but was now hanging half there, half not. I guess Ansley really wanted to leave him with a big fuck you.
As we walked together to the master bedroom, Ansley showed me all the marks on the wall where he bashed her head. He re-plastered in spots, but you could tell he didn’t do a good job. There were so many places she showed me, so many stories that matched to the marks on the wall that had me wanting to break stuff too.
We finally entered the bedroom, and I stood at the doorway while she moved to a safe that was tucked inside the wall. She opened it with ease and started removing stacks of cash, jewelry, stuffing her findings into her pockets.
I stepped further into the room, eyes wide, anger pulsing in my veins.
“Ansley, what the fuck?”
She whipped her head in my direction, rage filling her beautiful face.
“What Phoebe? This mother fucker beat the shit out of me for months. You think I’m not going to get him back for everything he’s done to me? The pain? The suffering? To me, this is him paying me for everything I had to endure in this fucking house. Hell, he’s lucky I don’t burn this place fucking down.”
Fuck…
I ran my hand down my face, feeling dread and fear suddenly come over me. I knew this would be a terrible idea. I just hoped that…
The sound of a door opening and shutting caused us both to freeze, the whites of our eyes growing as we heard someone curse. My heart was in my toes… Panic seized my body, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I was going to fucking die here, without ever getting the chance to tell Lock that I loved him, to have his babies, to make him my husband someday. Nothing…
We heard Ansley’s name being yelled with deadly fury.
Shit, there was no time. I reached behind me and pulled the gun I brought. I figured I’d be able to shoot my way out of this. I’d go to jail for the rest of my life for killing someone during a robbery, but shit, it was better than the alternative.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ansley hissed at me, pushing me toward a closet door.
“I’m protecting us.” I hissed back.
“Gimme that!” Ansley ripped the gun out of my shaking hands. “I need you to get in there.” She pointed to the closet. The sounds of footsteps were getting closer, coming on fast.
“What? No, Ansley.”
She pushed me inside and pointed to this little cubby space on the floor. “Just push on the panel. It will open. Get inside and be quiet. I got this.”
I shook my head, but she tossed the gun inside the closet, pushed me hard in after it and closed the closet door, plunging me into darkness. I was about to open the door when I heard a cold and deadly voice.
“You fucking bitch!”
I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle the scream that wanted to come out. I heard Ansley scream, and a tremendous thud followed.
“You think you can just leave me like that, then come back and trash my place, huh, you filthy cunt? You stealing from me?”
“Miguel, please no. I… Ahh…”
I closed my eyes as the sounds of fists meeting flesh filled my ears while Ansley cried out in pain. I immediately fell to the floor, rummaging around, looking for the gun. I couldn’t just stand here and let her get beaten. Fuck no.
Ansley kept screaming, crying, and I could tell she was fighting back. She called him everything but a child of God, which only caused the hits to come faster. I even thought I heard her say don’t you come out of there, but I wasn’t sure. Tears were falling steadily like streams down my face, but I kept searching until I finally found it. I wrapped trembling fingers around the handle of my gun and stood.
This horrendous sounding thud caused my body to stiffen. Then silence. Paralyzed with fear, I didn’t move, couldn’t move. I stood there, eyes closed, just waiting for the closet door to open. But it didn’t move.
“What the fuck, boss? Shit!” I heard someone say. I clinched my gun tighter, held it up and waited. The first person I saw would get a bullet in the face. Fuck what happened to me next.
