The End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The short story is about abuse and the way to get through it well not the way you really think.

Submitted: August 22, 2017

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It started on a dark, humid night. It was pouring and pouring. The rain was not letting up. You can hear the rain hitting the windows. Feel the warm air blowing in the wind. The smell of rain in the air. You can hear the laughing and commotion in the streets. The sounds of feet splashing in water, Or cars driving by. There was this apartment, well lit up and gorgeous on the inside. Drapes all black & furniture all black like fresh charcoal bricks. Walls are black but smooth like a chalkboard. The smell of incense burning. There you see a man. A young man, not too old and not too young. Just getting on his feet after being in a shelter for awhile. A very well put together young man. A good head on his shoulders. A warm heart on the inside. He invited over his ex girlfriend. They've known each other for quite some time. She came back to see him after such a long time. Looked gorgeous just like a beautiful rose. But he knew there was something that just wasn't right. She spent the night with him. Sleeping in separate rooms. They woke up the next morning, had fresh coffee with some bacon and egg omelets. You know, the ones with the peppers and onions in them. Anyhow, they happen to be conversing. Tears are being shed. They hug. Holding each other so tight. Then came a knocking on the door. It was a man. Not too old but not too young. He started to introduce himself. Then he noticed the beautiful women. He recognized her. From back home. He said that she got a message and got up and left the house and came to New York. He tracked her down. Like a wolf to it's prey. She started to hide behind the wall. Like she did not want to go back to him. He got louder than normal. So the owner of the apartment started to tell him to back off. So the other man left. Later on that night, the owner and the beautiful woman had dinner. Simple but delicious medium rare steak and baked potatoes. They laughed and sat outside on the balcony. Remising on the days of old. Tears we're falling down from their eyes onto their cheeks. They wiped each other's eyes. And appreciated the opportunity to spend time together again. Even later on in the night, she decided to take a shower. The man decided not to join her for the sake of the relationship. As she undressed, slowly the clothes fell to the ground like leaves off of trees during the fall. He peeked in there to see if she was okay. He noticed something. There was bruises on her thighs and her back. He waited for her to come out the shower to ask her about it. She came into his room to get dressed. The man was in the closet looking for a bag to give her some clothes that he bought while she was sleeping in the morning. He gave her the clothes and she started to get dressed. He tried to look away but still was curious about the bruises. He turned around and pointed them out. Before he could say anything, she fell to her knees and started to cry. He held her, brushing her blonde hair back from her face to behind her ear. She was gasping for air so he rushed over to the nightstand drawer to grab his inhaler. As she took the inhaler from his hand, he noticed something else. On her stomach by her hips there was these little but deep cuts. Like they were still new but hidden behind gauze. He tried telling to calm down and talk her about it. She eventually confessed about what happened when she left him all those years ago. The past few years she has been abused and treated like a animal from the man who came to the door the next day. The man got furious and swore if he ever seen him again that he wouldn't live to see another day. She kept telling him that it was okay but he knew that she was just saying that out of context. Because honestly she was afraid and scared. So after she finally calmed down they had some drinks. One by one pounding them down. The man said she could sleep in the bed if she wanted to be alone. She invited him to stay with her tonight because she needed the comfort of another human being. He insisted that he would sleep on the couch tonight because he didn't want to jeopardize the friendship they have established. She said that it didn't matter but that she really needed someone to hold her close so she could sleep then he can slip off and go to the couch. He agreed. While he was holding her and she was all wrapped up in his arms, he couldn't help but run his fingers through her hair & wiping the tears that were coming down her face while she was sleeping. He held her so tight with a grip like a pair of vice grips. He slipped off in the middle of the night because he ran to the bathroom. He started to dry heave like he was about to puke. After awhile he washed his face and went to sleep on the couch. He woke up again because he heard something fall off the nightstand in the bedroom. It was her. She was looking for something. He came in the and said “What are you doing?”, She replied with that she was looking for nothing. He knew that she was lying. She eventually confessed that she was looking for a razor. To take the pain away. All because she had a bad dream. She broke down in tears. He held her close. She stopped and went back to bed. They fell asleep in each other's arms. They woke the next morning had went out for breakfast and coffee. They came back to the apartment after going to the mall and doing some shopping. They ate dinner and then came a knocking again on the door. The other gentleman popped up on the door mat, unexpected. He was obviously intoxicated and had his car keys in hand. The man had him come in to sober up so he can drive home. He insisted that the other man leave the woman alone so he didn't interfere with their "relationship". After the gentleman got out the shower and went to go to sleep, he asked the other man to please fix his phone. So the man tried helping out as best as he could. He eventually got fed up and gave up and gave it back to the gentleman. As he returned to the bedroom to give the gentleman the phone, he was yelling at the woman. The man said you better stop before he would have to do some unexplainable things to him. So the gentleman stopped and said that he will just go to bed, but on one condition; she has to sleep in the same bed. The man had no problem but deep down he knew that he didn’t want it to happen. She looked at the man with these deep eyes like she was behind glass crying out for help. But they all went to sleep and when morning came, the most unexpected event happened. The man came into the room to wake them up but he wasn't expecting what he saw. The woman was standing over the other gentleman who was laying in bed so still like a mannequin. The blood was dripping off the knife like the rain falling off a leaf. Blood all over the walls and the bed sheets were stained crimson red. The man's jaw fell to the floor and was speechless. He couldn't believe his eyes. The woman he knew from childhood, all those years, did the unexplainable. So fragile her whole life but she just snapped and couldn't take it anymore. The gentleman's body parts were scattered throughout the room. And there was something really distinct cut into his chest. The words saying "Abuser". As the man grabbed the knife from her hand and told her it was alright and to just breathe. She broke down and started to cry. Ashamed of what she had done, She started to sob like a newborn baby then it turned to be a hysterical laugh like she was manically laughing at what she had done. The man gave her a bath and new clothes. Told her to pack her things and he will do the same. As they were about to leave the man grabbed all his life savings and drenched the place in gasoline and lit the flames and walked away. Enough said after that, they lived happily ever after. The end.


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